Sheng Nian returned to his room, dragged the rug into the narrow gap between the bed and the wall, then pulled all the quilts and pillows off the bed. He also found a spare mattress in the wardrobe, laid it on the floor, and ringed it with pillows, building himself a cramped little nest.
He turned off the light and curled up inside, enclosed on every side, which made him feel very safe.
Sheng Nian had had this habit since childhood. Whenever he felt wronged, sad, or sulky, he would burrow into his nest like a pitiful kitten and wait for his owner to notice him, pick him up, and soothe him with kisses before he could feel better.
Fortunately, his emotions had always been obvious, and the kitten in his nest had never been overlooked.
This time, Father, Daddy, and his brother were all away. Would anyone still come to comfort the kitten?
Sheng Nian really was a young master made far too spoiled by all the love he received.
He was thoughtful but not observant. He had always been the one being looked after, and being raised so well made it easy to overlook the people and things around him. There were many things he would never notice unless someone spelled them out for him.
He had no idea how much overtime Yan Feizhuo had to work at night to finish his work so he could join him in filming a dating show with no substance.
All he knew was that whenever he needed something, a tool named Yan Feizhuo would appear to chase away the bad guys, cheer him up, buy him presents, and play pretend with him as though they were playing house...
Yan Feizhuo was like his pheromones, a silent, omnipresent fog that enveloped Sheng