Although the words sounded quite tactful at first, the stiff expression was just short of saying "I want to live with you".

Wen Xia paused for a moment, slowly withdrew his hand and leaned back, turned his head to the other side and closed his eyes: "I feel dizzy, take a nap, call me when we get there."

Lin Fengqi, who didn't get an answer, lowered his eyes in disappointment, but still obediently stopped disturbing him.

He was really a little dizzy, especially when riding in a taxi. The air in the taxi was not so pleasant. There was always a stuffy smell of leather, and there was also the smell of cigarettes left by the driver or the previous passengers, which made Wen Xia even more uncomfortable. He couldn't help but open half of the car window, preferring to blow the cold wind.

Lin Fengqi followed him all the way to the door of the room. Wen Xia didn't say anything, and he didn't say anything either, trying to use practical actions to implement the principle of "if you don't say anything, it means tacit consent".

Wen Xia took out the room card and swiped the door open. As soon as he walked in, someone wanted to follow him in. He turned around and raised his hand to the door frame to stop Lin Fengqi.

Lin Fengqi paused, stood at the door and looked at him.

"Want to go in?" Wen Xia asked.

Lin Fengqi pursed his lips and did not answer. His cold face revealed a hint of firm stubbornness, as if he was going to "break in if you don't agree. " Wen Xia

asked again: "Where is your luggage?"

Lin Fengqi was stunned and said: "At the airport."

Wen Xia let go of his hand: "Then ask the airport to send it over now." After that, he turned and went into the room.

Lin Fengqi stayed behind for a few seconds before he reacted - Wen Xia agreed!

He was ecstatic, but he felt that he should be more stable and not show it too obviously, so he said "hmm" lightly, pretended to walk into the room and closed the door as a matter of course. Bitterly

attacked by the unpleasant smell and cold wind along the way, Wen Xia felt that his symptoms were more serious when he returned to the room. He also hated the smell of the taxi on his body, so

he put down his things and planned to take a shower first. He turned his head to look at Lin Fengqi, who was standing in the room, looking calm but actually a little helpless. He raised his chin towards the sofa and said, "Sit down. Or you want to watch TV or something, it's up to you." His voice was more muffled than before getting in the car, and was a little hoarse. Wen Xia walked

into the bathroom, and Lin Fengqi hesitated for a moment, then sat down on the sofa obediently. But the room was too quiet, so quiet that the only sounds were his own breathing and the splashing of water in the bathroom. He didn't think anything of it at first, but when he looked around the room and his eyes fell on the only bed in the room, the sound of water in the bathroom became more than just the sound of water...

Realizing what he was thinking, a surge of heat rushed into his brain. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to throw the fantasy into his mind and let it go.

How could he secretly think about such a thing... It was too disrespectful to Wen Xia.

Just like when he woke up from countless dreams about Wen Xia, he would spit on himself when he thought of Wen Xia's hoarse voice and red eyes in his dreams. So much so that when he saw Wen Xia at school, he didn't dare to look him in the eye.

He hated himself who couldn't control himself in his dreams. Those dirty dreams were not even worthy of being recorded in his diary.

Fortunately, when Wen Xia came out of the bathroom, he had suppressed those disrespectful thoughts.

Wen Xia didn't know what kind of struggle someone outside had gone through during the short ten minutes of taking a shower. When he came out of the shower, Lin Fengqi was standing in front of his bed holding the bottle of lavender essential oil.

He couldn't comment on whether the lavender essential oil was useful yesterday. From the current objective facts, it seemed that it was not very useful.

But it was obviously very useful when he was at Lin Fengqi's house. Although he was troubled for two days because of being attached to his bed, his sleep quality quickly stabilized in those two days, and he got used to it faster than any previous change of living environment.

Is it because he has only stayed in the hotel for one night that the effect is not that obvious yet?

Wen Xia was thinking wildly, and Lin Fengqi's back of his hand had already touched his forehead.

The man's back of the hand was slightly cool, and it was very comfortable to touch the hot skin.

He took a hot bath and felt much more comfortable, but Lin Fengqi didn't think so: "The body temperature has increased."

In order to verify his words, Wen Xia took the temperature, and facts proved that Lin Fengqi was right. The body temperature rose from the original 37.4 degrees to 38.2 degrees.

"Maybe the bath water is too hot." Wen Xia said. Because he really didn't feel that uncomfortable, and it was even worse than the dizziness during the filming.

Lin Fengqi ignored him and asked, "Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

"If you must, do you have a sore throat? And a little dizzy," Wen Xia paused, "Just a little bit."

Apparently, his "a little bit" was equivalent to "hundreds of millions of bits" to Lin Fengqi. He was like a formidable enemy, and said in an unquestionable tone, "Go to bed and rest."

Wen Xia said, "I'm really not feeling that bad."

Lin Fengqi ignored him and looked at him with a stubborn face.

"...Okay." Wen Xia gave up.

Wen Xia felt that he might have a masochist deep inside, otherwise why was he not angry but a little happy when Lin Fengqi showed such a tough attitude? Obviously, it wasn't like this before. He didn't know how many times he had been hurt by Lin Fengqi's cold attitude in high school.

Is this the difference between mutual affection and unrequited love?

Wen Xia lay on the bed, watching Lin Fengqi boil a pot of water, then stood in front of the table and looked through the medicine in the plastic bag. After a while, the water boiled, and he made a cup of warm water, walked over with the medicine, and said in the same tough tone: "Take the medicine."

Wen Xia sat up and took the medicine.

After taking the medicine, he lay down again. It might be that the short-term BUFF after taking a shower had expired. Soon, his brain felt a little groggy, and he could clearly feel that his exhaled breath had become hot.

After Lin Fengqi gave him the medicine, he did not leave. Instead, he sat by the bed, pursed his lips, and looked at him quietly. His lowered eyes were tinged with a little tenderness.

Seeing Wen Xia looking at him, Lin Fengqi felt a little uneasy. He thought that he might have disturbed his rest here, so he was about to get up.

Wen Xia said, "Wait a minute."

Lin Fengqi raised his butt and put it down again. He waited for Wen Xia to continue giving instructions, but Wen Xia didn't say anything. He

couldn't help asking, "What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable somewhere?"

"It's okay," Wen Xia sniffed as his nasal cavity began to be blocked, "I just can't sleep."

Lin Fengqi knew that he was particular about his bed. He glanced at the lavender essential oil on the bedside, and then looked at the faint blue-black color under his eyes: "Didn't you get enough rest last night?"

Wen Xia responded ambiguously. He knew that he was very particular about his bed, and he didn't want Lin Fengqi to blame himself because the sleep-aid essential oil he prepared for him was useless. After thinking about it, he added, "Maybe he's a little nervous about the photo shoot today."

But Lin Fengqi looked at the bottle of essential oil again, and still couldn't stop the guilt that surged up.

He gave Wen Xia a bottle of useless stuff.

Then he was a little worried: "Then tonight..."

"You can only sleep hard," Wen Xia said half-jokingly, "You will fall asleep naturally when you are extremely sleepy."

Lin Fengqi felt uncomfortable listening to this, both distressed and a little annoyed that he couldn't help him: "Did you feel so uncomfortable when you went on a long trip before?"

"It's about the same. If conditions permit, I will consume more energy during the day, so that I will be sleepy at night."

Who knew that after listening to his words, Lin Fengqi suddenly said: "I'm sorry."

Wen Xia was puzzled for a moment: "Why apologize?"

Lin Fengqi hesitated, because he had been trying to get the Whales to contact Wen Xia to shoot this cooperative promotional video. He only cared about his own ideas, but forgot how uncomfortable Wen Xia would be if he suddenly changed his environment. And forcing Wen Xia to move in with him...

The more he thought about it, the more he blamed himself, and his voice lowered: "I shouldn't have forced you to move in with me..."

Wen Xia's thoughts went around in circles before he figured out why he suddenly apologized for this. Looking at the man's drooping eyebrows, he looked exactly like Ah Moo who drooped when he made a mistake, and he couldn't help but want to tease him.

He said: "You even forced me to get married, and you still care about this?"

Lin Fengqi was stunned, and suddenly panicked: "I...that is..." It's over, does Wen Xia mean that he wants him to divorce?

"I'm kidding," Wen Xia laughed, "We are willing, it can't be considered forced."

Lin Fengqi looked at him in a daze.

It’s our will... It’s our will...

Wen Xia said “it’s our will” with a smile...

Although it was just a piece of paper, he was still happy about it.

Seeing the man’s face brighten up, Wen Xia thought he was too easy to coax.

If Lin Fengqi really had a pair of dog ears and a dog tail like Ah Moo, then the drooping ears would stand up high and the tail would shake unconsciously.

Wen Xia chatted with him idly and didn’t know how he fell asleep. But after all, his physical condition was there, and he woke up after sleeping for more than an hour.

When he woke up, there was a neatly folded wet towel on his forehead.

The medicine he took before must have taken effect. He was sweating when he fell asleep, and with the physical cooling of the wet towel, he didn't feel as uncomfortable as before he fell asleep.

He took off the towel, sat up, took the thermometer from the bedside and clamped it under his armpit.

Lin Fengqi was not in the room, and his suit jacket was draped over the armrest of the sofa. Wen Xia reached for his cell phone and called him.

The phone rang from outside the door.

Wen Xia opened the door and glanced sideways to see Lin Fengqi just standing up at the door.

"Why are you outside?"

"I came out to make a call." Lin Fengqi put away his cell phone and answered calmly.

Thinking of the way he just stood up, and the number he called was not busy, he wondered why he was still squatting at the door after the call: "Why didn't you go in after the call?"

Lin Fengqi paused for a moment and said, "...I don't have a room card."

Wen Xia: "..."

"How long have you been outside?" Wen Xia stepped aside to let him in, frowning and asked.

"Not long." Lin Fengqi's eyes slightly moved away.

Wen Xia didn't say anything.

After he entered the room, Wen Xia closed the door and suddenly reached out to grab Lin Fengqi's hand hanging by his side.

This action came suddenly, and Lin Fengqi was caught off guard. He was shocked and looked at him with a sense of pampering. Like a girl who was suddenly molested by a playboy while walking on the street.

Wen Xia only grasped it for a moment and then let go, saying, "It's so cold, it won't be long?"

Lin Fengqi realized it belatedly and clenched his five fingers, trying to warm his fingers with the warmth of his palms. He tried to refute but failed.

The heating in Ancheng was not turned on at this time, and the room was chilly. Wen Xia turned on the air conditioner after returning. Although the temperature was not turned too high, it would still be a bit hot to wear a coat for a long time. After Wen Xia fell asleep, Lin Fengqi took off the coat. In order not to disturb the sleeping Wen Xia, he went to the corridor to answer the phone. He did not put on his coat when he left. As a result, he found that he did not have a room card and could not get in after the call, so he had to wait in the corridor for Wen Xia to wake up.

"Don't let me recover and you get sick again." Wen Xia said.

Lin Fengqi could only reply palely: "No."

"Put on your coat first, don't catch a cold, take it off when it gets hot."

Lin Fengqi said "hmm". While putting on his coat, he kept staring at his palms. He couldn't help but secretly covet the warmth left by Wen Xia on his fingertips, and asked him: "Are you feeling better?"

"Much better." Although he said so, his voice was still nasal.

After a while, he took out the thermometer, and the fever had indeed subsided a lot, from 38.2 degrees to 37.5 degrees.

It was already past five in the afternoon, and Wen Xia received several messages from Guiqulai on his mobile phone, asking him how he was, but he was sleeping at the time and couldn't reply.

Wen Yixia: [It's okay, are you guys done with the filming? ] Guiqulai

: [We finished the filming a long time ago, and we are having dinner together outside. How about you? Should I bring you something back? Wen

Xia looked up and asked Lin Fengqi: "Sister Na and the others are eating out. I asked them to bring something back."

Lin Fengqi asked: "When will they be back?"

"I don't know. I'll ask."

"Forget it."

Wen Xia just typed two words and stopped to look at him.

Lin Fengqi picked up his coat: "I'll go out to buy it."

Wen Xia said: "Or order takeout."

"It will take time for the takeout to be delivered."

Wen Xia let him do it. Anyway, whether he went out to buy it or ordered takeout, it was not his own errands. As a patient, he enjoyed it. So he replied that it was not necessary to go back and let them eat well and not worry about him.

Lin Fengqi came back much faster than taking out the takeout. He bought a bowl of porridge and a bowl of wonton noodles for Wen Xia to choose. Wen Xia chose the wonton noodles.

"Is this porridge too light?" Wen Xia asked reluctantly after taking the wonton noodles.

Lin Fengqi said "No", and when he sat down and opened the lunch box, he added in a very soft voice: "I'll accompany you."

Wen Xia was sick and couldn't eat too greasy and complicated food, so he accompanied her and didn't eat.

He thought Wen Xia didn't hear it, but in fact, Wen Xia heard it.

Wen Xia glanced at him, bent her lips and opened the lunch box.

While eating, Lin Fengqi's phone rang again. He stood up and answered it, and didn't deliberately avoid Wen Xia. Wen Xia listened to a few words and found that it was a work-related call.

When he finished the call and sat down, Wen Xia asked him: "Is it okay for you not to go back to the company these two days?"

"I asked Zeng Yuan to go back first," Lin Fengqi said, "He will tell me if there is anything."

Wen Xia also handed over the studio's affairs to A Deng to take care of these two days, but his small studio didn't have many complicated things to deal with himself.

After the meal, Wen Xia felt much better. He took his temperature again. It was neither rising nor falling, but remained at a stable 37.5 degrees. But he didn't want to continue sleeping. After thinking about it, he climbed onto the bed and turned on the TV.

It wasn't that he really wanted to watch it, but there was no sound in the room, and there was a bit of awkwardness between him and Lin Fengqi.

He didn't know how to describe this awkwardness. Obviously, he and Lin Fengqi had been alone before, but now when both of them had nothing to do, they were squeezed into the same room, and there were no cats or dogs to divert their attention. Suddenly, there was a subtle atmosphere of... a single man and a single woman in the same room.

Oh, no, it should be a single man and a single man.

Wen Xia hadn’t watched TV for a long time. When he was a child, he didn’t have a mobile phone. Wen Shanhai was busy with work. Besides him, there was only the nanny who took care of him at home. After finishing his homework, he would watch cartoons in front of the TV. Sometimes he didn’t like the cartoons on TV, so he would ask his nanny to play a disc for him.

Wen Shanhai was really busy, so he finished watching those discs very quickly. Then he started playing games and pestered Wen Shanhai to buy him a game console, a controller, and all kinds of game cartridges. So every night after finishing his homework, he would still watch TV.

When he grew up and had a mobile phone and the Internet, he didn’t seem to use TV much.

Wen Xia switched channels with great interest, wanting to see what was being broadcast on the current TV stations. However, after watching the whole thing, there was nothing interesting. The cartoons being played now were all things that he had no interest in. He had no choice but to throw down the remote control without much interest. The phone was still interesting.

But he was not really playing with his phone. Lin Fengqi, who was sitting on the sofa next to him, was really hard to ignore.

Wen Xia pretended to open Weibo, refreshed it, and glanced at Lin Fengqi with his

peripheral vision. But he saw that the man was sitting on the sofa, staring at the TV intently.

At first, Wen Xia thought that Lin Fengqi, like himself, was focusing on the TV in order to ease the subtle awkwardness of being alone together, but after observing for a while, he found that it was not the case.

This man was actually watching TV very seriously.

Wen Xia looked at the TV. The remote control was with him. The channel was still the same as before. It was playing a crudely drawn and childish cartoon. It was obvious that it was not for adults like them.

But Lin Fengqi was watching it very seriously.

This immediately made Wen Xia feel interesting.

He still held up his phone, but his eyes were no longer focused on it. He looked at Lin Fengqi silently. Lin Fengqi stared at the TV intently. His cold, icy face would occasionally change slightly with the plot of the cartoon.

For example, when the protagonist in the cartoon makes a foolish move, he will frown, as if he is dissatisfied, until the protagonist overcomes the crisis, even if the way of overcoming the crisis makes Wen Xia, as an adult, very puzzled, he will relax his brows and show satisfaction in his eyes; and when the protagonist does something stupid, this joke also makes Wen Xia confused, but Lin Fengqi will find it very interesting and move the corners of his mouth and smile slightly.

Another example...

Unknowingly, the cartoon is over, and when the ending song is over, Lin Fengqi's eyes reveal a trace of regret.

When he turned his head to look at him, Wen Xia hurriedly retracted her gaze and pretended to be looking at her phone seriously. Then he realized that he had randomly posted a Weibo without knowing when. It was a string of garbled characters, and there were a bunch of question marks in the comments, asking if his account was hacked or if Wen Da'e stepped on his phone and sent it to him.

Wen Xia quickly deleted the Weibo.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Lin Fengqi, who didn't know that he had just been secretly observed by Wen Xia for a long time, asked with concern.

"Not bad."

"What about your head? Are you still dizzy?"

"A little bit, it won't have any effect."

Hearing his voice was a little hoarse, Lin Fengqi stood up and took out a throat lozenge from the plastic bag containing the medicine: "Moisten your throat."

Wen Xia raised his hand, and Lin Fengqi squeezed a lozenge into his palm.

After putting the throat lozenge into his mouth, there was a knock on the door.

Wen Xia was lying on the bed at this time, and Lin Fengqi walked to open the door naturally.

"Lao Xia, you are still..." Gui Qulai's voice was stuck in the middle of the sentence, and he forced a turn, "Ah, hello."

Lin Fengqi nodded and replied politely: "Hello."

"Well, I'm looking for Wen Xia," Gui Qulai said, "Is it convenient?"

Lin Fengqi carefully looked at the person in front of him and turned sideways.

Gui Qulai touched his face to make sure there were no rice grains or anything on his face, walked in and said: "Lao Xia, how are you, are you feeling better?"

Wen Xia: "Much better."

Gui Qulai asked a few more questions, and then told him about tomorrow's shooting arrangements. Although Nana said these on WeChat, he happened to be on his way back to the room, so he thought of coming over to convey it in person.

"You should be able to do it tomorrow, right?" Guiqulai paused, then said, "A man can't say he can't do it."

Wen Xia said, "I have to do it even if I can't."

The filming was originally scheduled for two days, and there weren't many things to be filmed at the remaining two locations. In fact, if everything went well, they could finish all the filming today.

After not chatting for long, Guiqulai stood up and said goodbye. On the one hand, he wanted to not disturb the patient, and on the other hand... I don't know why, he always felt that the handsome man in a suit who seemed to be the leader seemed to be staring at him, and his eyes were like ghosts, staring at him and making his back cold.

Wen Xia said this was his husband... Hiss, is he so jealous?

During the live broadcast, the handsome man in a suit saw the digital boss throwing gifts at Wen Xia like crazy, and the audience followed suit. Wouldn't he be furious?

——Wait, could it be that the digital boss is this handsome guy in a suit? ? ?

Guiqulai walked out of Wenxia's room, and suddenly he had an epiphany.

It was just a couple's playful tricks.

And he foolishly followed in the fun almost every time, so he was just a tool for the couple's playful tricks?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but spit out a foul word: "Fuck."

Stinky couple!

After seeing Guiqulai off, Wenxia glanced at the time, and suddenly remembered something, and asked Lin Fengqi: "By the way, where is your luggage? Didn't the airport send it to you?"

Lin Fengqi was stunned, and then he remembered: "...I forgot."

At this point, the processing time for sending luggage had already passed.

Lin Fengqi suddenly stood there like a child who had done something wrong, looking a little at a loss.

He didn't bring anything except some documents, keys, mobile phones and the like, all in the suitcase. This meant that he didn't even have any change of clothes tonight.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and Lin Fengqi said, "There's a small supermarket downstairs. It shouldn't be closed yet. I'll go buy some..."

"No need," Wen Xia said, "You can wear mine."

Lin Fengqi stopped just as he was about to step out.

After saying this, Wen Xia's heartbeat uncontrollably sped up by two beats.

He and Lin Fengqi are similar in stature, and he usually likes to buy looser clothes, which Lin Fengqi can wear.

Lin Fengqi didn't expect him to say that. He glanced at the suitcase that Wen Xia had opened on the ground, and his ears quietly turned red.

He was about to retract his steps, but suddenly he thought of something, his face turned red, and he turned around and walked out again.

Wen Xia was startled: "Where are you going?"

Lin Fengqi's voice hid in the corner, accompanied by the sound of the door opening: "...buying underwear."

Wen Xia was startled again, and glanced at his suitcase. The underwear he brought out when he took out the clothes today was lying outside.

Instantly, he thought of what Lin Fengqi might have thought of, and his face was flushed.

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