That morning, Sheng Nian, who had still been lost in dreams, felt the warmth beside him gradually fade and opened his eyes.
The arm that had been wrapped around his waist was gone. Sheng Nian slowly shuffled over to the other side of the bed and buried his head in the pillow, sniffing gently. It smelled of Cloudmist, and he drowsily began drifting off again.
Yan Feizhuo came in from outside, sat on the edge of the bed, and smoothed Sheng Nian's slightly messy hair. He patiently pressed down the stubborn tuft sticking up on top of his head until all that stroking woke Sheng Nian.
Seeing that he was awake, Yan Feizhuo gathered him into his arms and kissed his forehead. "Time to wake up and have breakfast. Director Ren said we have to meet up in a bit."
"Will you carry me out~?"
Yan Feizhuo's dark eyes deepened slightly. He said nothing, answering with action instead.
He held Sheng Nian like a child, supporting his bottom with one hand and his waist with the other. Facing him, Sheng Nian rested against his shoulder, still drowsily nodding off.
Yan Feizhuo carried him from the bedroom to the bathroom, looking so perfectly at ease that the staff around them felt their own strong reactions were the abnormal thing.
[!!!!!]
[That position, OMG!]
[They're dating, right? They're absolutely freaking dating!]
[Thanks for asking, I've already passed out from shipping them.]
[President Yan is so practiced at carrying his wife!]
[What did I do to deserve eating this well first thing in the morning?!]
A little while later, Yan Feizhuo carried Sheng Nian out of the bathroom and set him down at the dining table.
Sheng Nian rubbed his eyes. "What are we eating...?"
"Plain congee and shumai."
Yan Feizhuo's voice came