"Shi Yan, come here."

The rear driving space of a Rolls-Royce is very large and spacious.

The driver drove very steadily and there was basically no bumps.

Sheng Yuan simply moved closer to Shi Yan, raised her hand and took off the cap that covered his hair, and with a flick of her fingertips, his mask was also taken off, revealing the boy's well-defined face.

Then, a very soft towel was spread out and covered on Shi Yan's head.

…

On the back seat.

The girl turned her slender body to the side with one leg bent and folded, half-kneeling on the seat. The black leather seat, against which her slender thighs stood between her skirt and boots, looked like a flawless piece of jade.

At this moment, she was holding a dark grey dry towel and wiping the half-dry hair of the boy next to her.

She was careful and gentle, and her eyes were very focused. The boy being wiped just sat there quietly, allowing her to do what she wanted.

Occasionally, his dark eyes would meet her lowered gaze, and after looking at him and curling her eyes, she would go back to wiping.

"I'll have to use a hair dryer to dry it again when I get back to the hotel."

The black hair became messy due to being wiped, spreading or hanging between the boy's delicate eyebrows, and the Adam's apple on his neck, which was like an ice cube, moved.

He said, "It's all right."

Sheng Yuan said, of course not. "The temperature has dropped. It's easy to catch a cold."

The car drove out of the West City Film and Television City without stopping, and then went to the parking lot below the Xuyang Hotel.

The two got off the car at the exclusive passage on the B2 floor, and then took the exclusive elevator directly to the top floor where the presidential suite was located.

…

As soon as you enter the door.

Walk through the entrance hall and into the living room.

The presidential suite is indeed luxurious in specifications, and its design style is basically European.

A newly unpacked hair dryer and a set of men's cotton pajamas that had been washed and dried were neatly placed on the sofa.

These are the things that Sheng Yuan had just informed the hotel waiter in advance that she needed.

They delivered it and then left.

"Shi Yan, the bed on the right has been tidied up. There is also a private bathroom inside. Your hat was soaked by your hair just now. Go change your clothes first, and then go blow dry your hair, okay?"

Shi Yan hummed.

Sheng Yuan watched him pick up his clothes and hair dryer and walk into the side bedroom before she retracted her gaze, changed into slippers, and walked towards the kitchen.

Semi-open kitchen.

It has been used for two months.

Every kitchen counter and shelf is filled with seasonings and various utensils, arranged neatly and fully.

Sheng Yuan skillfully found a piece of old ginger, a small bag of individually wrapped brown sugar cubes, and finally red dates and wolfberries from the refrigerator.

Peel and shred the ginger.

Slice the red dates.

Soak wolfberries in warm water for ten minutes.

When she was done with all that, she pulled out a black casserole dish from the cabinet below.

…

When Shi Yan came out from his side, he smelled a hint of spicy ginger soup.

On the dining room side, the hanging crystal pendant lights shine brightly on the milky white dining table. A porcelain spoon is placed in a small bowl on the table, and wisps of hot steam rise from the bowl.

Sheng Yuan turned on the button on the kettle and poked her head out from the kitchen -

"Shi Yan, wait for it to cool down a bit, then you can drink it."

The boy had changed out of his original sweatshirt and black trousers.

He stood there, his eyes quietly cast at the slender silhouette in the kitchen. The light-colored cotton pajamas on her body made her eyebrows and eyes look even cleaner and more delicate, and her flowing jawline was very clear.

Sheng Yuan watched Shi Yan finish drinking the ginger soup. Just in case, she still let Shi Yan take some cold medicine.

Although it is called the second bedroom, the space is quite large and includes a small living room.

Sheng Yuan turned off all the headlights and closed the curtains with a wireless remote control to block out all the light from outside the window. She only turned on a glazed wall lamp next to the bed and turned a button to adjust the light to a comfortable level for falling asleep.

This bed is not a conventional four-poster bed. There is no space under the bed. It is more like a thick mattress than a bed.

The lighting is warm and dim.

Sheng Yuan half-knelt on the thick and soft wool carpet beside the bed, looked at the young man who was already lying in the dark gray quilt, and spoke softly.

"Shi Yan, have a good rest. I've been outside. If you have anything, just call me, okay?"

"Um."

Maybe Shi Yanshi was really tired, or maybe it was something else.

Sheng Yuan closed the door and went out. He closed his eyes and fell asleep soon.

…

Sheng Yuan felt that she might be a jinx.

Shi Yan really caught a cold——

It was probably around eight o'clock in the evening.

Sheng Yuan put down her heat-insulating gloves, turned on the keep-warm mode on the pot used for making soup, and prepared to wake Shi Yan up.

He thought that he had slept for a whole afternoon and should have rested enough, so he should get up and eat something.

I knocked on the door for a long time, but there was no response from inside.

Are you sleeping so deeply?

Sheng Yuan continued to knock, and after a while, a very light noise came from inside.

The next second, the door was opened from the inside and the boy walked out. He had struggled out of a deep sleep after hearing the persistent knocks on the door.

Her messy black hair was spread out in front of her forehead, and there was an abnormal blush on her cold and well-defined face. The collar of her pajamas was crooked, leaving a gap, and her collarbone was tinged with a light red.

Due to his abnormal state, his originally low-pitched voice became a little hoarse. He frowned and looked at her with his black eyes.

"Sheng Yuan, I feel a little uncomfortable."

The girl immediately raised her hand, moved her hand around his hair, and touched his forehead. The hot touch startled her immediately.

"You have a fever."

…

At eight o'clock in the evening, the entrance of Xuyang Hotel was brightly lit.

The heavy rain has stopped for more than an hour. The whole city has been washed by rain for a long time. There is a sense of brand new feeling, and the air has become fresh and moist.

Occasionally, a cool breeze blows, bringing a refreshing and comfortable feeling.

A black Bentley stopped in front of the pavilion in the sun. The waiter stepped forward and opened the door. A man with silver-gray pupils and a cold temperament got out of the car.

It was Xu Lizhi who had just returned from the crew.

There was a trace of fatigue between the man's brows, and behind him was his assistant who followed him as always.

The two were about to enter the hotel.

Xu Lizhi's attention was drawn by a somewhat familiar voice.

He turned his head away -

A middle-aged man in a white coat and with an elegant appearance got out from the passenger seat of a car that stopped behind theirs.

Soon after, the rear sliding door of the car was also opened, and a group of doctors and male nurses in white coats, a total of five people, came out in an orderly manner, holding various professional instruments and medicine boxes in their hands.

Xu Lizhi frowned and looked at the middle-aged man in the lead: "Dean Cheng?"

Hearing the voice, the man called Dean Cheng immediately turned around and looked in the direction of Xu Lizhi.

Then the eyes behind the lenses lit up, recognized the person, walked forward, and greeted with a smile.

"It turned out to be Mr. Xu."

(End of this chapter)