Xiao Xin's voice was muffled: "Mmm..."
"Someone delivered two sets of clothes, saying it was from General Manager Yu," Fu Yan said softly.
Xiao Xin's voice was deep and slightly nasal: "You brat, what are you calling 'General Manager Yu'? He's your own cousin..."
Fu Yan sensed something was wrong in his tone, quickly put down the clothes he was holding, and hurried to Xiao Xin's bedside. He reached out and touched Xiao Xin's forehead: "Brother, why does your voice sound like this?"
Thankfully, my forehead isn't hot...
Xiao Xin shook her head: "It's okay, I want to sleep a little longer, you go play somewhere else..."
As he spoke, his throat became a little dry and hoarse, and he couldn't help but cough lightly twice.
Fu Yan could tell he had a cold. Remembering the cold medicine Xiao Xin had bought a couple of days ago, he immediately found it and made Xiao Xin a packet of cold medicine.
Fu Yan blew on the scalding hot medicine until it wasn't too hot before handing it to Xiao Xin: "Brother, get up and drink your medicine first..."
Although Xiao Xin found Fu Yan troublesome, she didn't want to hurt her throat, so she had to half-support herself, take the medicine from Fu Yan's hand, and swallow it in one gulp.
After taking the medicine, Xiao Xin crawled into bed without saying a word, but couldn't help shivering.
Seeing him shivering from the cold, Fu Yan, still in his pajamas, also crawled into bed.
He wrapped his arms around Xiao Xin's waist from behind and pulled her into his embrace.
Xiao Xin felt much warmer as her back pressed against his burning chest.
He didn't struggle, and just let Fu Yan hold him, and fell into a deep sleep.
…
Xiao Xin's alarm clock rang precisely at midnight.
Grandpa Jiang's birthday banquet is at 5 p.m., so it will be just right to head over from here then.
Thanks to Fu Yan, who acted as a "human heater," Xiao Xin was able to have a good nap.
He turned off the alarm clock, broke free from Fu Yan's embrace, casually picked out a suit to change his trousers, and said to the person on the bed without turning his head, "Get up."
Fu Yan wrapped his arms around Xiao Xin's waist from behind, buried his face in Xiao Xin's neck and rubbed against him. A scent of roses wafted into his nose, making his heart tremble.
Fu Yan smiled, his voice low and husky, "Good morning, brother, you smell so good..."
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