"Alright..." Wen He slowly stood up and gestured for Ji Chi to sit down.
He awkwardly reached out and rummaged through the other person's hair until it was dry.
The red highlights that were originally dyed have grown quite a bit, but you still can't tell unless you look closely.
"Alright."
After placing the hot hairdryer in his hand, she sat calmly and waited for him to dry her hair.
"You certainly know how to enjoy yourself?"
"Mmm," Wen He ignored his harsh words and waited for him to proceed to the next step.
Ji Chi's movements have also become more skillful than before. At first, when he was in the hotel, he would sometimes accidentally pull his hair, or sometimes the heater would be too close and burn him, but now he doesn't do that anymore.
The movements were gentle, and the temperature was just right.
Wen He comfortably closed her eyes, her two little feet swinging involuntarily, but after feeling the pain, she obediently stopped moving.
After drying his hair, Ji Chi was still wearing his bathrobe, the water droplets on his abdominal muscles had already evaporated.
He poured the medicine powder little by little onto the man's knee, then wrapped it with a semi-finished gauze.
"Okay, it should scab over by tomorrow, then it'll feel better."
"Knew."
He didn't feel much after the powder was applied. Wen He shook the bed to make sure it wouldn't spill, then climbed back into bed.
Ji Chi went to the bathroom to wash his hands, then casually took the little seal from beside his pillow, tossed it onto the bedside table, and naturally lay down on it.
You're dating, what's wrong with sleeping in the same bed? No problem.
Wen He sat cross-legged, staring at Ji Chi, who was already lying on her bed and covered with a blanket, her eyes full of questions.
" Ji Chi, this is my room."
Ji Chi put his phone down, and his spacious bathrobe opened even wider as he sat up straight.
Wen He blushed and lowered her head, avoiding looking at his stomach.
" Wen Xiao He, have you forgotten that you promised to make it up to me?"
"Hmm... what kind of compensation do you want?"
So all you wanted was compensation? That's good.
Ji Chi reached out and grabbed his arm, pulling him into his embrace. Wen He half-fell onto him, and through the thin fabric, the skin below his chest felt incredibly hot.
Ji Chi raised his hand and pressed it behind his head, then kissed him.
"Compensation is..."
"Hmm..."
Wen He lay on the soft bed, his mind blank. Ji Chi had already left, leaving him all alone.
The air conditioner hummed softly, and everything seemed normal, except for his swollen lips.
Ji Chi rinsed off the hand sanitizer and lay back down on his bed.
He left simply because he didn't want to scare the other person away...
But once he calmed down, he felt incredibly empty inside... He wished he could go back immediately, hold the person in his arms, and sleep with them.
Eldest Young Master Ji thought this way, and he did it.
Bang bang bang!
"Sigh..." Wen He's legs were still trembling a little. He got out of bed barefoot and opened the door for the other person.
"My air conditioner is broken, so I'll sleep in the same room as you."
He scooped the person up in his arms and placed them in bed, covered them with the blanket, and turned off the lights.
Wen He had long since stopped worrying about Ji Chi's presence. After the mentally and physically exhausting exercise she had just undergone, Wen He successfully fell asleep peacefully.
He only vaguely realized something was wrong just before going to sleep...
Ji Chi propped himself up on his forearm and, while the other person was asleep, secretly kissed those bright red lips again before finally holding them contentedly as they slept.
Having a partner is so wonderful...
The next morning, Wen He woke up because of the heat. The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was not the ceiling, but a patch of skin.
He tilted his head back a step, his eyes still glazed with sleep, and carefully withdrew his hand from the other person's waist, then pulled his leg back as well.
Ji Chi was still asleep, Wen He was trapped in his arms, too afraid to move.
The tuft of hair on his head tickled Ji Chi's chin. Ji Chi reached out and scratched his chin. In the blink of an eye, he opened his eyes again. He tightened his hand on the other person's waist, pulled him into his arms, and neatly rested his chin on the top of his head.
"Go back to sleep..."
Wen He didn't want to sleep anymore; he had slept enough... and was still a little hungry.
It's time for breakfast.
He struggled slightly to get up from her embrace. Ji Chi was not wearing any clothes on his upper body. Wen He was worried that he was cold, so she covered him with the blanket again.
He felt something was off... but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
However, he knew that it was fine for two men to share a bed, but he couldn't share a bed with a girl, otherwise he would be a pervert.
Wen He changed into her everyday clothes by the bedside, Ji Chi propped his head up with his arm and watched for an unknown amount of time.
Wen He turned around and was startled. " Ji Chi... you're awake? I'm going to have breakfast, do you want some?"
Ji Chi suddenly felt that the other person was like a scumbag who would deny everything after getting out of bed.
He braced himself against the edge of the bed and pulled down the shorts that Wen He had just put on.
All that was left was a pair of shorts with a cartoon print.
"Small..."
"Ah!! Ji Chi!" Wen He hurriedly pulled up his pants and reached out to hit Ji Chi on the bed.
"You scoundrel! I really... I'm really going to arrest you!"
Ji Chi wasn't angry at being hit. He laughed loudly, grabbed Wen He's arm, and pulled him into his arms. Wen He accidentally fell onto the arm.
The injured knee was kept separate from the skin, not touching it.
Ji Chi pulled the man into his arms, pressed his head down, and kissed him.
He kissed her again and again, until finally he gave her a deep kiss.
Wen He's face was flushed, and his whole body felt weak. He leaned against Ji Chi's chest, his head spinning, looking just like someone who was short of oxygen.
There seems to be something...
Wen He knew what it was. He struggled to get off the bed, Ji Chi didn't stop him, letting him run into the bathroom and lock the door.
Wash your face with cold water; morning irritability isn't just Ji Chi...
Wen He blushed and looked down at Xiao He... He felt frustrated and irritable.
Compared to Ji Chi's... it's far inferior.
It's definitely because he's sick. Once I get better, I'll definitely be older than him!
Wen He felt that his compensation was already more than enough. Considering what happened that morning, it could offset a lot of the debt. He didn't owe Ji Chi anything now, and there was no need for him to give him a friendly look.
After clearing her mind, Wen He raised her head again and stormed out of the restroom.
Ji Chi lay half-reclined on the bed, his upper body exposed, playing on his phone.
Wen He stood by the bed, pulled the blanket over his head, and then immediately took out a medicine bottle from the drawer and headed to the bathroom.
Suddenly everything went dark, Ji Chi calmly lay down beside him.
As oxygen dwindled, Ji Chi began to gasp for breath. If he didn't need to survive, he would have preferred to drown in his wife's bed.
Wen He hid in the toilet and swallowed a small pill, a bitter taste still lingering in her mouth.
He held the medicine bottle in his hand and calmly walked out of the bathroom. Ji Chi still didn't seem to be getting up. Wen He hid the medicine bottle under her clothes in her suitcase.
He ignored Ji Chi was lying on the bed, and walked towards the door.
"Where to?" came a lazy voice from the bed.
Wen He didn't even turn her head. "Let's go downstairs for breakfast."
"I want some too."
"I won't make it for you..." Wen He muttered softly as she ran towards the stairwell.
Ji Chi wrapped himself completely in the blanket and rolled around twice like a tortilla.
This is wonderful... Now he finally understands why Yan Jin changes partners every few days.
Being in love feels so wonderful...!