Sheng Jianan's illness came on fiercely, a cold combined with a fever. Although it wasn't very serious, it was enough to be torturous. After leaning on Tang Yanqi's leg for a while, he still didn't feel comfortable. More importantly, he clearly heard the sound of someone's stomach growling.
Sheng Jianan moved back to his pillow and then lazily opened his eyes: "Go wait for me outside. I'm going to sleep for a while. If you get bored, ask Qiao Zi to get you a computer."
"Oh."
Tang Yanqi nodded, reached out to tuck Sheng Jianan in. The man's eyes filled with a smile, and he raised an eyebrow at her: "Come here."
"Hmm?"
"A little closer."
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"Turn over."
Tang Yanqi obediently did as told, only realizing what was happening when something soft touched her face. So he told her to come closer and corrected her position just so she could deliver herself to his lips for a kiss.
