When facing Duan Shaoheng, he could use the strongest attitude to show Yan Zixiu's love for him.

But now in front of Yan Zixiu, all the advantages in his heart disappeared in an instant, and he could no longer hold on.

Even if it meant showing vulnerability, he just wanted this person to stay.

Jing Shaoci looked into Yan Zixiu's eyes and repeated his words, "Yan Yan, I want you to accompany me..." Before he finished

speaking, Yan Zixiu suddenly broke away from his hand and stood up from the bed.

He clenched his fingers, and then took a deep breath as if he had made up his mind.

Then, Yan Zixiu took off his coat.

After the coat came the top, and finally the pants and shoes.

Jing Shaoci held his breath and opened his eyes wide. He wanted to say that he didn't mean that, but the surprise of "there is such a good thing" made him speechless in an instant.

Yan Zixiu took off his own and then took off his. Jing Shaoci stared at him without blinking, which made Yan Zixiu's cheeks get hotter and hotter.

When he got into the quilt, Yan Zixiu's whole body turned red.

He first put his hand on Jing Shaoci's chest. Although he was so nervous that his fingertips were trembling, Yan Zixiu still slowly slid his hand down.

"The thing you did last time..." Yan Zixiu simply buried his face in the quilt, "I can do it too."

After he whispered this sentence, his hand slid into place.

The next second, Yan Zixiu raised his head suddenly, and his eyes became round.

Jing Shaoci tried hard to hold back the laughter that was about to burst out of his throat, raised his eyebrows and deliberately asked: "Why don't you continue?"

This is not right.

Yan Zixiu tilted his head with doubt, then lifted the quilt and took a look.

Yan Zixiu put down the quilt suddenly, frowning in confusion.

The soul returns to the body... and it has this effect?

​​Yan Zixiu has not done anything yet, but Jing Shaoci's forehead is covered with a thin layer of sweat.

He held Yan Zixiu's wrist and said in a tone that said I know everything: "I understand, you want to help me heal my illness."

Yan Zixiu blinked in confusion, "Huh?"

"Exercise a little, and the cold will be gone after you sweat, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jing Shaoci clearly saw the little Taoist's face turn from slightly red to red, and then he grabbed the quilt and covered his head as if he was desperate.

Jing Shaoci pinched the back of his neck through the quilt and said slowly: "You went in with your head down, do you want to see more clearly?"

Yan Zixiu pulled down the quilt quickly, and was teased by him so much that he couldn't speak clearly, "You, stop it, nonsense!"

Jing Shaoci looked at his slightly messy hair, then hugged him in his arms, sighed softly and said: "How can I bear to let you do that."

Yan Zixiu raised his head and said: "Since you can do it for me, why can't I help you?"

Jing Shaoci looked at him, was silent for a few seconds, then said: "Do you think it's easy to do? Last time my throat..."

With a "pop", Yan Zixiu's hand covered his mouth directly.

Yan Zixiu was embarrassed and anxious, and he gritted his teeth to squeeze out three words: "Don't say it."

Jing Shaoci let out a muffled laugh, and his black eyes were filled with joy when he looked at him. Although he mustered up his courage before

going to bed, Yan Zixiu really couldn't go on.

"Are you hungry? I'll get you something to eat." After saying that, without waiting for Jing Shaoci to answer, he turned over and got out of bed, put on his clothes as quickly as possible, and ran out without even putting on his shoes. Jing Shaoci was left lying on the bed "alone and helpless", and he had to take off something and then put it back on. For the dishes that Yan Zixiu made at noon, Xie Wanxin asked the servant to carefully put them in the refrigerator. He selected a few light-flavored ones, heated them up, and took them back to the bedroom. Jing Shaoci actually had no appetite due to his illness, but after Yan Zixiu came back, he said directly: "Feed me." Yan Zixiu took out a few pieces of paper and put them on his neck, but Jing Shaoci took them away and said with a dark face: "I'm not Xiaobao." "That's not what I meant. I'm just afraid that I won't feed you well." Jing Shaoci bent his index finger and tickled his chin, teasing: "Master Tianshi, you can do anything." Yan Zixiu brushed his hand away and picked up the bowl. Jing Shaoci ate most of the hot dishes and suddenly said, "Yanyan, I want to eat birthday cake." Yan Zixiu's fingertips holding the chopsticks trembled slightly, and after a long while, he said, "Okay, I'll get it up." It was the first time he made a cake by himself, and the style he made was very simple. Originally, the boss's wife asked him to write a sentence on it, but Yan Zixiu was afraid that Jing Shaoci would recognize his handwriting, so he didn't write a word. He put the candles downstairs and lit them behind the bedroom door. Yan Zixiu turned off the lights as soon as he entered the room, and then brought the cake to the bedside. "Pulled sweet potato, make a wish." Jing Shaoci glanced at him through the candlelight, and then slowly closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, he blew out the candles in one breath. Yan Zixiu turned around and turned on the lamp, then asked casually, "What did you wish for?" As long as it was the other party's wish, he wanted to make it come true. But Jing Shaoci looked away and said in a low voice, "Wishes won't work if you say them out loud." Yan Zixiu didn't ask any more questions, but handed him the cake knife. The cake was not big, so Jing Shaoci simply cut it three times. But Yan Zixiu didn't put the cake on the plate, but put it aside and said, "You are still sick, so don't eat sweets." He just checked on his phone downstairs, and high sugar will irritate the throat and may cause coughing. Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Jing Shaoci said, "The cake you made by yourself must be eaten today." Yan Zixiu was stunned for a moment, looked at him and said, "How did you know?" "My mother told me." Yan Zixiu was puzzled. He did not tell his mother about this, so how did his mother know?

Jing Shaoci put his hand on his leg and rubbed it, then said, "Yan Yan, I want to eat the cake."

Yan Zixiu pursed his lips and hesitated for a few seconds, then said in a negotiating tone, "Then just eat a little."

Jing Shaoci nodded, "Okay."

Yan Zixiu took out one of the pieces, put it on the plate, and handed it to him with a fork.

As a result, Jing Shaoci made the same request as before, "Feed me."

Yan Zixiu lowered his eyes and looked at the cake without saying anything.

Jing Shaoci looked at his expression and thought that he had made too many requests today and Yan Zixiu felt tired, so he said, "Forget it, I'll eat it myself." Unexpectedly,

as soon as he finished speaking, Yan Zixiu lowered his head and took a bite of the cake, then put his face close to him.

He held the cream part in his mouth, and the soft cake below rushed towards Jing Shaoci.

Seeing that he didn't take it, Yan Zixiu simply lifted his chin with his hand, and the next second he tilted his head and fed the wine into Jing Shaoci's mouth.