It was even more delicate and smooth than he had imagined, warm to the touch, with a texture like polished jade.
With just a slight effort, Fu Jingfan lifted Su Huaiming's calf and moved it a few inches to the other side.
The thin skin on the ankle is very sensitive. Su Huaiming was deep in sleep when he was burned by the heat of Fu Jingfan's palm, and his body instinctively flinched.
Fu Jingfan subconsciously tightened his grip, pressing his entire palm against the thigh. His index finger sank deep into the soft flesh, and a slightly bulging areola squeezed out between his fingers, so soft that Fu Jingfan dared not exert any force.
This was a feeling Fu Jingfan had never experienced before. He frowned slightly, as if he was somewhat uncomfortable, and immediately let go of her hand.
Su Huaiming's slender legs landed on the bed, and with the downward momentum, the soft flesh of her legs swayed slightly twice, fleetingly, but Fu Jingfan still caught the beautiful curve.
Su Huaiming slept very well, without waking up at all, his head buried deep in the pillow, sleeping soundly.
Fu Jingfan loosened the blanket, completely covering Su Huaiming, before lying down on the bed.
The room was quiet, and the person lying next to him was almost imperceptible, but Fu Jingfan didn't need to turn around to see Su Huaiming's peaceful and beautiful sleeping face.
Su Huaiming and he were two extremes. For him, sleep was just a means to maintain bodily functions, but Su Huaiming felt that sleeping was a wonderful and happy thing. He was not so much attracted by Su Huaiming's sleeping face, but rather infected by his attitude.
This time, Fu Jingfan didn't think about tomorrow's schedule as usual. Instead, he cleared his mind, slowly closed his eyes, and his breathing gradually became shallow.
******
When Su Huaiming woke up, the other side of the bed was empty, and the sheets were neatly arranged, as if no one had lain there.
He yawned sleepily, straightened up, and stretched.
He didn't see Fu Jingfan before or after going to bed, so he assumed that Fu Jingfan hadn't gone to bed.
Su Huaiming came out of the bedroom and saw Fu Jingfan dressed in a crisp shirt and suit pants, sitting at the dining table eating breakfast. His movements were elegant and sophisticated, and the breakfast looked like it cost tens of thousands of dollars.
Su Huaiming casually greeted Fu Jingfan and sat down opposite him. He took a bite of his Custard Bun, looked at the radiant and meticulously groomed Fu Jingfan, and asked, "Didn't you go back to your bedroom to sleep last night?"
"..."
His answer was the crisp sound of the cup being set down.
Fu Jingfan looked up at him, his eyes deep and unfathomable, making it impossible to guess his thoughts.
Su Huaiming:???
"I'm going back to my bedroom to sleep," Fu Jingfan replied succinctly, without addressing Su Huaiming's question.
Su Huaiming carefully recalled last night, but he had slept too soundly and had not noticed Fu Jingfan's presence at all.
Fu Jingfan quickly finished his breakfast, said goodbye to Su Huaiming, got up and left without wasting a second, taking a car to the company.
After Fu Jingfan left, the chef asked, "Mr. Su, would you like some plain porridge or soy milk?"
Just as Su Huaiming was about to answer, his gaze fell on Fu Jingfan's coffee cup, and he suddenly had an idea, "I want to drink coffee."
The chef nodded and quickly brought over the coffee.
The cup is the same style as Fu Jingfan's; it has no extra patterns or decorations, and its lines are smooth, making it look expensive.
Fu Jingfan would have a cup of coffee every morning, and then he would be full of energy all day. Su Huaiming was very curious about the effects of this coffee and wanted to try it as well.
Caught completely off guard, he picked up his coffee cup and took a big gulp.
The moment his taste buds caught a whiff of coffee, Su Huaiming's expression froze. With his mouth full of coffee, he was torn between swallowing and chewing, his features contorted in a grimace.
This isn't coffee, it's clearly Chinese medicine!
How could it be so bitter?!
In front of others, Su Huaiming maintained social etiquette and couldn't spit it out directly, so he could only grit his teeth and swallow it down, his eyes welling up with tears from the bitterness.
He put down his coffee cup and pushed it far away, not wanting to look at it again.
"Give me a bowl of plain porridge, with sugar." After saying that, Su Huaiming couldn't help but ask, "What kind of coffee is this?"
"Hot Americano."
"..."
Su Huaiming put this coffee on his blacklist and vowed never to taste it again, while at the same time feeling a deep respect for Fu Jingfan.
No wonder Fu Jingfan was energetic all day after drinking it. It was so bitter that his skull trembled. How could he possibly be sleepy?!
After eating the Custard Buns and sweet porridge, Su Huaiming finally felt the bitterness in his mouth fade away.
He had no other plans for the time being, so he nestled on the bay window reading a book. The Yangyang sunlight shone on him, making him feel very comfortable. Su Huaiming couldn't help but feel sleepy, his eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and he leaned against the soft cushion and fell asleep.
An hour later, Su Huaiming woke up from the cold.
He forgot to close the window before he went to sleep, and the wind kept blowing on his head. When he woke up, he felt dizzy, his nose was itchy, and he kept sneezing.
Su Huaiming felt a little cold, but he didn't take it seriously. He changed into a thicker coat and drank a cup of hot water, which made him feel much better.
After lunch, Su Huaiming went to take his usual nap and slept for two whole hours without waking up.
The housekeeper found it strange, and when he went to check on Su Huaiming, he discovered that Su Huaiming had a fever, was delirious, and was not fully conscious.
The house immediately descended into chaos. After the housekeeper called the Family Doctor, she instructed the chef to prepare easily digestible meals suitable for the patient. She also told people to take good care of Fu Xiaoxiao and prevent him from running in, for fear of disturbing Su Huaiming and also for fear that Fu Xiaoxiao might get infected.
Su Huaiming was in a daze, struggling to wake up, but he couldn't open his eyes. He could only sense several blurry figures moving around, but he didn't know who they were.
Su Huaiming felt as if he had sunk into the deep sea, his consciousness fluctuating with the current, his body feeling incredibly heavy, and he didn't want to lift a single finger.
After an unknown amount of time, Su Huaiming struggled to wake up, staring at the ceiling shrouded in night.
I feel very hot, like there's a furnace inside me, yet I'm also very sensitive to the cold. Even under a thick, soft blanket, I can't help but want to curl up.
Su Huaiming was very tired and was about to fall asleep again when he suddenly felt a warm hand touch his forehead.
As his consciousness slowly returned, Su Huaiming turned his head slightly and saw Fu Jingfan sitting to the side.
Fu Jingfan looked like he had just returned, still wearing a sharp suit, surrounded by warm light, but his eyes remained dark and deep, like a shadowy place that light could not penetrate.
"Are you hungry?" Fu Jingfan's voice was deep and magnetic.
Su Huaiming's apple bobbed, and he shook his head. "I'm not hungry."
Just as he finished speaking, he saw a strange man walk over and say professionally, "Fever can cause loss of appetite, but I still suggest Mr. Su eat something so he can recover faster."
Su Huaiming nodded, propped himself up on the bed, and sipped the nutritious porridge that the chef had specially prepared for him.
Looking at Su Huaiming's sickly appearance, Fu Jingfan turned to ask the doctor, "He was fine yesterday, why did he suddenly develop a fever today?"
The doctor explained, "I heard from the housekeeper that Mr. Su was exposed to a cold draft while sleeping, and he felt unwell when he woke up. It's probably a cold caused by being chilled."
Su Huaiming nodded. "I was fine before. My constitution is too weak, that's why I suddenly developed a fever."
Fu Jingfan frowned, then asked, "How can I improve my constitution?"
"Compared to medication, a healthy lifestyle is the most important," the doctor continued. "Go to bed early and wake up early, get enough sleep; eat a healthy diet to give your body enough energy; and maintaining a happy mood is equally important."
Su Huaiming did an excellent job in all three aspects. Fu Jingfan then asked, "Anything else?"
"Also, maintain sufficient physical activity, avoid sitting for long periods, and move around more often."
Upon hearing this, Fu Jingfan slowly turned around to look at Su Huaiming, his dark eyes reflecting Su Huaiming's guilty expression.
Su Huaiming was very inactive. When he lived in a villa, he could spend almost the entire day in his suite. His entertainment consisted mostly of reading, and he was very good at creating opportunities for himself to sit rather than stand.
Unable to withstand Fu Jingfan's sharp gaze, Su Huaiming almost buried his head in his bowl and whispered, "I exercise too."
"For example?" Fu Jingfan's tone was devoid of any emotion.
His mind was still hazy from the fever, and it took Su Huaiming a full half minute to think before he said, "I'll get up and get some water."
"... Anything else?"
Su Huaiming thought for a moment and said, "Let's go downstairs for dinner, and shower standing up..."
Su Huaiming couldn't think of anything else, so he glanced at Fu Jingfan cautiously, his eyes filled with pleading.
Fu Jingfan didn't speak again, but the doctor still said what needed to be said, "Mr. Su lacks exercise. If you want to improve your physique, it's best to exercise more. The intensity doesn't need to be too high; you can gradually increase it to keep your body in a state of vitality."
Su Huaiming nodded obediently, but Fu Jingfan knew very well that once Su Huaiming recovered, he would probably stay home Yangyang and not want to exercise.
Considering Su Huaiming's poor health, Fu Jingfan didn't say much. Seeing that Su Huaiming had finished the porridge, he casually took the bowl from him. After Su Huaiming lay down, he awkwardly pulled the blanket up a little more.
Seeing that Su Huaiming wanted to rest, the doctor turned and left the room. Fu Jingfan, worried that staying would disturb Su Huaiming, was about to stand up when he saw Su Huaiming huddled small under the covers, only his eyes and soft black hair showing, looking at him expectantly.
In the light, Su Huaiming's eyes seemed to be misty with tears, and the corners of his eyes were red, giving him a pitiful look, as if he could cry at any moment.
Fu Jingfan paused, his voice unconsciously softening, "What's wrong?"
Su Huaiming looked at Fu Jingfan with teary eyes, his voice unconsciously betraying a hint of fear, "I'll be alright, won't I?"
"..." Fu Jingfan had almost never been sick, and Fu Xiaoxiao was as strong as a calf. He had never had any experience in comforting patients. After thinking for a few seconds, he sat back down on the edge of the bed, his tone stiff and tinged with helplessness, "It's just a fever, it'll be fine, you'll be better tomorrow."
Su Huaiming nodded almost imperceptibly, then shrank back under the covers.
In his previous life, Su Huaiming was bedridden and experienced pain that most people could hardly bear. The pain of fever was the same for everyone, but Su Huaiming had gotten used to it.
This habit blurred his sense of time, making him believe that in his past life he had a body riddled with holes, destined to slowly deteriorate and never recover.
Sick people are vulnerable. No matter how strong Su Huaiming's mind is, he has been tormented by illness since birth. No matter how time goes by or how reality changes, this pain is engraved deep in his heart. When Su Huaiming is not in a good state, it will take the opportunity to jump out and drag him back into the nightmare.
Fu Jingfan stared intently at Su Huaiming, his fingertips gently rubbing the corner of Su Huaiming's eye; the touch was warm and smooth, making him want to linger.
Fu Jingfan didn't feel any moisture, so he gently raised his fingertips, wanting to help Su Huaiming fix his hair. He was usually very capable and had a powerful aura that allowed him to control everything, but when faced with these few strands of soft hair, his movements were a little clumsy, afraid of hurting Su Huaiming.
"You're overthinking it, go to sleep." Fu Jingfan looked at Su Huaiming's moist eyes and subconsciously used a coaxing tone for a child.
Fu Jingfan didn't show much tenderness, but Su Huaiming felt a sense of security from him, nodded slightly, and obediently closed his eyes.
Fu Jingfan wanted to leave, but thinking of Su Huaiming's appearance just now, he hesitated for a few seconds and remained sitting on the edge of the bed, intending to leave after Su Huaiming fell asleep.
The housekeeper had already prepared a guest room for Fu Jingfan, but Su Huaiming's appearance from earlier kept lingering in Fu Jingfan's mind. He didn't say anything, and after washing up, he returned to the master bedroom.
Su Huaiming is currently a patient. Although he is sound asleep, he still needs someone to take care of him at night. He stays by his side so that he can notice any problems with Su Huaiming immediately.
After checking on Su Huaiming's condition, Fu Jingfan lay down beside him, staring at the dim ceiling, and slowly closed his eyes.
Fu Jingfan is a light sleeper. When he felt the unusual temperature and touch around him, he immediately broke free from his dream and slowly opened his eyes.
He turned his head to the side, and in the darkness, he could only see wisps of black hair peeking out from the edge of the blanket.
Fu Jingfan's thoughts gradually cleared. He didn't move his body, but simply reached out and lifted the blanket next to him, revealing Su Huaiming's face, his cheeks still flushed from the heat.
Su Huaiming nestled against his arm like a delicate, harmless little animal, her forehead resting on his shoulder, her light breaths like feathers brushing against his exposed skin.
Su Huaiming was sleeping soundly, and she pressed her body against his, absorbing his warmth.