Chapter 62 Even through the thin fabric, one could easily feel...

What time is it...?

My consciousness was hazy and I couldn't wake up. The heavy curtains blocked out the outside light, and the room was gloomy.

It was clear that the floor and bedding had been cleaned, and the room was filled with a clean and fluffy smell. Ying Shixue's eyelashes trembled as if she was about to wake up, but she seemed to be trapped in a nightmare from which she could not escape.

He finally woke up from his dream in a cold sweat, straightened up a short distance from the bed, and then fell back down heavily. A dull, hidden pain shot through his nerves like an electric current, and he immediately gasped.

But the pain did not stop him. He immediately tried to throw off the covers and get out of bed, until another large hand covered the back of his hand.

"Xiaoxue..."

His pulse was strong and throbbing, with veins prominent, and it was larger than his own hand.

Ying Shixue turned her head and saw him, and finally collapsed back onto the bed as if all her strength had been drained.

However, halfway down, Song Mingli had already stretched out his long arm and pulled him into his arms.

"It's alright, it's alright..." He gently stroked the thin shoulder of the person in his arms with his large, warm hand, and soothingly kissed his lover's frightened forehead.

"Did you dream about something?"

Ying Shixue leaned against his chest, breathing evenly. After a long while, she buried her face in his chest and shook her head, revealing a small patch of skin that was frighteningly pale.

"No."

Actually, he dreamed again of Song Mingli's resolute departure seven years ago when he planned to face it alone, and of the last time they met before parting, when the other person lay almost silently on the white single bed.

The experience of being so helpless and powerless, watching the most important person in his life die for him, was so tragic and despairing that it left a deep impression on him. So much so that he would often wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, and then force himself to fall asleep by putting sleeping pills in his mouth.

Back then, his 24 hours were completely filled with various official duties. After cutting back on these, he had very little personal time left, and most of that time was filled by someone thousands of kilometers away.

Looking at the whorl of his dark hair, Song Mingli realized that Ying Shixue probably didn't even realize that he was actually trembling slightly.

Finally, Song Mingli paused for a moment and did not pursue the topic any further.

When those two words were spoken, Ying Shixue realized that her voice was extremely hoarse. Song Mingli took the warm water that had been prepared and placed on the table, put in the straw, and whispered to comfort the person who was still buried in his arms.

"Baby, have some water first, your throat is so dry."

Ying Shixue was still dizzy and terrified from low blood sugar after waking up. She didn't realize it when she first woke up, but as she gradually relaxed, she was completely enveloped by another scent and realized that many parts of her body were sore and painful, and even moving was difficult.

Song Mingli waited patiently, holding a water glass. When he came in, he was only wearing a shirt. Through the thin fabric, he could easily feel the warmth and suppleness of the person in his arms, and the slight, soft touch he felt as the other person turned around.

He almost held his breath, and finally Ying Shixue turned to the side and obediently bit the straw at the corner of her mouth.

He already had a low-grade fever; his body was hot, but his hands and feet were cold. I don't know why, even though I kept wiping his body and giving him medicine, the fever wouldn't go down.

The low-grade fever after the first time was considered quite normal, and the doctor didn't make a big fuss about it. During the routine questioning, some more private questions inevitably came up, which Song Mingli answered one by one with a normal expression, until the doctor asked if he had cleaned up properly afterwards.

That was a rare moment of stumbling in the life of the wise, eloquent, and witty President Song. In fact, ever since he realized that his lover was also male, he had specifically studied and learned the basic knowledge, and had always done very well in practice.

But knowing something is one thing, doing it is another. In the steamy bathroom, the beauty, whose body had long been stripped bare, had a faint blush on her face, still flushed with affection, and nestled in his arms with complete trust and without any awareness.

His basic physiological knowledge told him that wiping away snow required a warmer water flow and timely cleaning. The former was easy to adjust, but when he positioned the person in an easy-to-clean position, the stark contrast in color directly and intensely stimulated his nerves.

There was no way they could do it again. Ying Shixue almost completely fainted in his arms. Perhaps the warm water soothed her tired nerves. Through the mist, he saw her lips, which were already chapped, move slightly.

The sound was so faint that it was almost as loud as the flapping of a bird's wings under the rushing water. Song Mingli leaned closer and listened again before he could vaguely guess that it was telling him to get it out for him quickly.

At that moment, an indescribable mix of emotions and an unparalleled sense of satisfaction burst forth from the depths of his heart; even the arm wrapped around Ying Shixue's waist bulged with veins due to excitement.

He is mine.

The psychological pleasure even overwhelmed the anxiety of not being able to enter again. He stared almost cruelly at the tired yet dependent eyes of the person in his arms, realizing more clearly than ever before that he had completely possessed this person from the inside out, from body to soul.

He will become the most important and unique person in Ying Shixue's heart, and Ying Shixue will occupy a supreme position in his life, having absolute control over everything he does.

He slowly ran his fingers over Ying Shixue's tear stains, even instinctively hoping that these traces of passionate infatuation and the scalding liquid would linger longer inside her body, so that his lover's soul would be imbued with his mark.

In short, I delayed cleaning up until later. Although I was still rational and it was only a few minutes apart, I carefully dried the person, wrapped them in a towel, and carried them to bed. However, the annoyance and regret I felt when I woke up the next day and found that the person had a fever outweighed everything else.

Ying Shixue was not clear about his inner thoughts; his mind was completely focused on the glass of water. Even swallowing the liquid caused a slight pain in his throat, but he was really thirsty.

That's for sure. With so much water flowing out, even if Song Mingli fed him several times in between, it was far from enough.

After finishing the large glass and drinking a little more, Ying Shixue finally let go of the straw, shook her head to indicate that she didn't want any more.

Her lips, glistening from being wet with water, were a sight to behold. Song Mingli stared at them for a while before finally putting down his water glass and setting up a small table to serve the food. Ying Shixue stopped him by placing her hand on his forearm.

Their eyes met, and Ying Shixue lowered her eyelashes: "...Brush your teeth first."

Song Mingli smiled and said, "I'll bring the toothbrush cup to the bedside so you can brush your teeth here, okay?"

"How can you do this..." Ying Shixue pursed her lips. "I'll go wash up at the sink."

Song Mingli gently tucked a few stray hairs behind his ear: "It will hurt a lot if you walk over there. Even if I carry you, it will inevitably hurt when we move."

“And…” He looked at Ying Shixue.

Ying Shixue looked down following his gaze and then realized that the shirt he was wearing was very large and obviously not his size. The cuffs were rolled up several times and the collar was wide open, so he could see the deep and shallow hickeys on his skin.

After half a night and a day, the marks that were initially just dark red or light red had turned bluish-purple, looking as if they had been tortured.

But that's not the worst part...

Ying Shixue tried moving her legs and immediately felt the fabric of the quilt.

—He was only wearing this shirt!

Song Mingli looked at him seriously: "You didn't want to wear it. When you had a fever, you complained that you were hot and wouldn't let me leave. You refused the new clothes I offered and only agreed to go back to sleep after I took off the clothes you were wearing and gave them to you."

"I've covered you with the coat I was wearing."

On the other side of the bed, there was a black coat that was crumpled and wrinkled beyond recognition.

What you said is true...

Ying Shixue closed her eyes. Song Mingli raised an eyebrow, about to say something, when a pillow was thrown directly at his face.

The white pillow looks light and airy, but it actually has some weight when you hit someone with it. It will fall down with a thud after hitting them.

He had been standing by the bed, but because Ying Shixue was drinking water, he had also sat on the very edge of the bed. If the pillow fell, it would definitely hit him. Even though he knew that most of the force on the pillow had been dissipated, Song Mingli still subconsciously caught it.

When she looked up, Ying Shixue leaned against the headboard, her face delicate and her expression arrogant. She raised her chin at him and said, "Washbasin and toothbrush cup."

This little cat was practically baring its teeth and claws, as if it wanted its tail poked. Song Mingli couldn't resist bending down and biting its cheek, leaving a tooth mark.

Then, seeing the other person's pupils dilate suddenly, and feeling the wonderful touch, he couldn't help but rub it with the tip of his teeth. Before being scratched, he got up and headed towards the sink, but unexpectedly bumped his head on the corner of the table when he turned around.

Should wipe away the snow: ...

A smile immediately appeared on her face, and her entire face came to life, making her incredibly beautiful.

Caught off guard by his smile, Song Mingli was stunned. His first thought was, "If I could make him smile like that, I'd be willing to bump into the table corner a hundred times and get hit by a pillow a hundred times." His second thought was, "I wish he could keep smiling like that forever."

I'm willing to give anything for this.

The meal was finally finished without any major incidents. Considering that both the injured and the sick were present, the dishes and soup were prepared to be very light.

Ying Shixue wasn't actually picky about this; his taste was naturally bland and he didn't like meat. He just consciously paid attention to balancing his nutritional intake. But Song Mingli couldn't live without meat or spicy food. It was quite a surprise that they developed two different tastes from growing up together.

It's understandable, though. Song Mingli is taller and has much more muscle density, so it's normal for him to expend more energy. Seeing him eating a nutritious meal with him, Ying Shixue belatedly felt a little embarrassed.

"You don't need to... um, you don't need to eat this with me. Go order something you want to eat."

Song Mingli shook his head very firmly: "No, you'll get craving it."

"...I'm not that lacking in self-control."

"This has nothing to do with self-control. I just don't want you to suffer alone."