The door clicked open, and Mo Chengzhou walked in with a bowl in his hands. Seeing him enter, Yan Wen huffily turned his head away and ignored him.
Mo Chengzhou set the bowl on the bedside table, bent down, and gently nudged Yan Wen. "Aunt Lin made you some fruit and yogurt and asked me to bring it up. Want some?"
Yan Wen kept his eyes closed and said nothing. Mo Chengzhou raised an eyebrow. "All right, then. I'll eat it myself. There are strawberries and pineapple in here, too. If you don't want it, I suppose I'll just have to enjoy it."
With that, Mo Chengzhou picked up the bowl and made to eat. Beside him, Yan Wen shot up like a thunderclap and shouted, "Don't touch it!"
Then he snatched the bowl from Mo Chengzhou's hands. "Aunt Lin made this especially for me. You're not allowed to eat it."
Mo Chengzhou couldn't help laughing at how fiercely Yan Wen guarded his food. "Am I still your boyfriend? I can't even have a little?"
Yan Wen shook his head vigorously. "No. I don't want to share with you today."
"All right, then."
Yan Wen rested the bowl on his legs, steadying it with one hand while using a fork to feed himself fruit with the other.
Mo Chengzhou gathered him into his arms, letting Yan Wen lean back against him, and gently rubbed the side of his waist with one hand. "Still sore?"
It would have been fine if he hadn't asked. Now Yan Wen bristled completely.
"Mo Chengzhou! You have the nerve to ask!"
Furious, Yan Wen rolled over and reached to grab Mo Chengzhou by the throat.
Mo Chengzhou reacted swiftly and restrained him, catching the bowl securely and setting it on the bedside table. Yan Wen,