By the fourth day, Shen Lian couldn't stand staying there anymore.
"It's almost New Year. I want to go home!" Shen Lian was thinking about the New Year prints and couplets he had yet to unwrap.
Chu Yilan's questions were giving Ning Sixian a headache. "My dear brother, he's really fine now. If anything happens, I'll take responsibility!"
Chu Yilan glanced at him. He said nothing, but his meaning was clear: Can you afford to take that responsibility?
Ning Sixian: "..."
Shen Lian got his wish and was discharged at noon that day. He strode along briskly, with Chu Yilan following close behind.
Naturally, Aunt Fen served up all kinds of nourishing soups. Luckily, they tasted good, or Shen Lian really wouldn't have been able to handle drinking so much.
Many times, Chu Yilan wanted to ask Shen Lian what exactly he had dreamed about that night. But whenever the words reached his lips, he worried they would upset Shen Lian and forced himself to hold them back.
Still, Chu Yilan had a pretty good guess. It most likely had something to do with him.
The Ming Family... Of all the members of the Ming Family at the dinner table that day, he only had much of an impression of Ming Congshan and his family.
That evening, Shen Lian climbed onto the bed after his shower. He had barely reached out a hand before Chu Yilan caught it and rather unceremoniously tossed it back.
Shen Lian stared in disbelief. "What is that supposed to mean?!"
Chu Yilan said, "No."
Shen Lian asked, "You don't love me anymore?"
Chu Yilan said, "No."
Ning Sixian hadn't said they needed to exercise restraint in that department, but Chu Yilan had decided on his own that the less stimulation, the better.
Shen Lian sat