When Duan Xu woke up, he found himself already in the bedroom of their little home in City A. Rubbing his sore, weak waist, he muttered, "Shen Rascal is getting less and less human!"
After lazing in bed for a while, Duan Xu slowly crawled up and checked the time first. Great—it was already past three in the afternoon.
He got up to brush his teeth and wash his face. The moment he opened the door, he met Shen Yanlang's gaze as Shen Yanlang came out of the study.
"You're awake?" Shen Yanlang walked over and tried to take Duan Xu's hand, only for Duan Xu to slap it away. "Don't touch me!"
Shen Yanlang froze for a moment, then asked gently, "Are you hungry? The porridge is warming in the pot. I'll serve you some."
With that, Shen Yanlang went to the kitchen, ladled out the shrimp porridge for Duan Xu, and brought it over.
Duan Xu had originally decided that he needed to be firm this time, to let Shen Rascal know that he had a temper too and that Shen Yanlang could not keep going this far in the future.
But Shen Yanlang was being so gentle, even cooking and serving him food, that Duan Xu's resolve immediately weakened by several degrees.
He walked over and sat down. After glancing at Shen Yanlang, he still could not help asking, "Have you eaten?"
"I have." Shen Yanlang sat beside him. "I came to wake you at noon, but you didn't wake up."
He could have woken Duan Xu as he had before, but he also knew he had indeed gone too far last night. In the end, he could not bear to wake him, and he reflected on himself as well.
He really needed to exercise restraint in