Chasing Wife's Funeral pyre, Master x Fake Substitute,

ed. He had never fought another person before. For a moment, he lost his footing and took two steps back. But a figure darted in faster than him, blocking the demon cultivator's palm strike.That demon...See Xie Wēnqiú remain silent.

The doctor also knew what was going on. He said in a slightly serious tone, "The patient has been feeling unwell and pushing through to today, coupled with the rain, which has caused a high fever."

Although Xie Dashao's face wasn't looking good, he listened to his criticism in silence.

Then, she pursed her lips and said, "What do we do now"

The doctor said, "I'll give him a shot first and get some medicine. You keep an eye on the patient's temperature."

Xie Wenqiu's gaze fell on the young man's face. The other person's face had a hint of redness, but his lips were a little pale. His eyelashes quietly covered them, and his cold eyes and brows were exceptionally beautiful.

but also very fragile.

He had a feeling he couldn't quite put his finger on, like something was blocking him up, making him feel stifled.

extraordinarily irritable.

After the doctor left, Xie Wenqiu looked at the other person for a while, and under some inexplicable impulse, lowered his head and touched the young man's face.

Ning Shu closed her eyes, knowing nothing about it.

Xie Wenqiu frowned, thinking that this person looked better with their eyes open.

Took a bath in the bathroom.

There was still the scent of youth shower gel in it. Xie Wenqiu, as if possessed, used the same shower gel as the other person.

He recalled the taste of last night, it was too good.

Xie Wenqiu had never been so out of control, even with the influence of the medicine. But even after the drug's effects wore off, he still pressed the youth and came at him twice more.

This was the last two times, Xie Wenqiu had no reservations.

There was so much left inside, he thought he'd gotten it all out.

Unexpectedly, the young man was suffering from a fever due to inflammation.

Perhaps remembering the intimate moments from last night, Xie Wenqiu's throat involuntarily rolled.

...

Ning Shu lay in bed, his eyes closed. He was probably asleep too deeply to even want to wake up.

A body lay there. It smelled faintly clean.

Xie Wenqiu lay in bed, his deep eyes gazing at the young man.

Then he raised his hand to test the other person's forehead temperature and found that the fever had subsided somewhat.

Then his eyes changed a little.

Immediately, he embraced the youth's waist.

Arms tighten.

Ning Shu felt drowsy and heavy, he thought he might be sick. His body ached terribly, and in his hazy state, he seemed to feel someone touching his forehead several times.

Then he hung his head on his neck.

Ning Shu wanted to open her eyes, but in the end she couldn't resist and fell into darkness.

The next morning.

The young man woke up from his bed.

Ning Shu opened his eyes and found that there was no one in the room. He couldn't help but get up.

When I went downstairs, I found someone in the kitchen.

Ning Shu was astonished.

Could it be Auntie Sun But she just took a few days off.

He couldn't help but look, and he saw the tall figure of a man standing in the kitchen, making a loud noise.

Ning Shu was surprised, for the reason was none other than the person moving in the kitchen was actually Xie Dashao.

Xie Wenqiu frowned, his face was very grim as he battled a pot of porridge.

The fire was burning very brightly.

It seemed like there was still a hint of burnt smell.

Ning Shu hurried over and then said, "Turn off the fire."

Xie Wenqiu watched the young man turn off the fire.

He looked a little less tense and said, "How did you get up"

Ning Shu hesitated for a moment, her mind uncertainly recalling the person who had touched her forehead last night. She spoke hesitantly, "Was it you who took care of me yesterday"

Xie Dashao said with a tight lip, "Who takes care of you If you weren't lying there motionless, who would bother"

Ning Shu glanced at the porridge in the pot and said, "You put a little too little water in."

Xie Wenqiu didn't know why, but as he looked at the viscous and somewhat bland porridge, his expression mirrored the murky bottom of the pot.

Ning Shu thought that he got up so early because he was hungry, so she said: "You can't eat this porridge. Just sit down and I'll make some for you."

Xie Wenqiu's face immediately turned grim.

He said coldly, "Do you look down on me"

Ning Shu looked at him in surprise and said, "No."

Xie Wenqiu said in a cold voice, "I know you look down on me."

He silently scooped a bowl of porridge from the pot.

Then he sat down without a word.

Ning Shu might have felt like he had misunderstood something. He recalled last night. Someone seemed to be talking beside him, and he saw medicine on his bedside table when he woke up this morning.

I think I understand what's going on now.

And Xie Wenqiu got up so early to go to the kitchen, wasn't it also to cook porridge for him

Ning Shu suddenly felt a pang of guilt, and he couldn't help but sigh. He didn't know that Xie Wenqiu had made this porridge for him; he had just told the other person that he couldn't eat it.

I guess I hurt Xie Dashao's feelings.

Ning Shuxin thought to herself, so she cooked a bowl of porridge and sat down in front of him.

Xie Wenqiu raised an eyebrow, glanced at him, and then his expression softened considerably.

“If you can't eat it, neither can I,” he said stubbornly.

Ning Shu said, "Don't waste food."

He lowered his head and ate the porridge.

It's actually still edible, just with a bit of a pasty taste.

Xie Wenqiu didn't start the car but instead watched the young man's expression together with him. Seeing that he seemed to be fine, his face finally eased up a bit.

Ning Shu raised her face and said, "I'm sorry, I take back what I just said."

Xie Wenqiu's face brightened a little, but she feigned ignorance and said, "What did you say"

Ning Shudao: "This is your first time cooking like this, it's already very good."

Xie Wenqiu's heart felt like it was bubbling, but he kept his composure.

Seeing the young man finish his bowl of porridge, his face finally brightened completely.

Then Xie Wenqiu also raised his cup and took a sip.

Then he furrowed his brow.

He couldn't help but glance at the young man across from him. The other didn't seem to show any displeasure, and he ate very cleanly. Xie Wenqiu's heart felt like it was being pounded hard by something.

I couldn't help but think, he made it so unappetizing.

Why would the other person keep eating

.....

Ning Shu finished her porridge and looked at the time, feeling she should go to work.

Xie Wenqiu frowned deeply and asked him where he was going

Tell the truth, please.

Xie Wenqiu said faintly, "I've already asked for leave for you from your company today. Even if you go now, there's nothing you can do."

Ning Shu was slightly taken aback.

He turned to her and whispered, “Thank you for yesterday and today.”

Xie Wenqiu felt very uncomfortable. The young man's politeness seemed like he was trying to draw a line between them.

His face fell.What's the background Could it possibly be any more impressive