But since Jian Anning planned to sneak over in the evening, he decided to be magnanimous and reluctantly let her off this time.
"I, I understand." Jian Anning blushed and nodded her head. Yu Zexiao, seeing her , couldn’t help but gently wrap his arms around her waist and gave her a kiss on the lips. Jian Anning sprang back like a startled deer, checked the doorway to make sure nobody had seen them, and only then did she breathe a sigh of relief. Turning to Yu Zexiao, she glared at him angrily, "Could you be more careful! Do you realize where we are? If someone sees us, we’re finished!"
"That’s why I say we should just go public sooner," Yu Zexiao said, truly looking forward to "coming out." Here they were, a legitimate couple having to sneak around like they were part of the underground resistance, unable to be seen together. It really irritated him.
"It’s not about going public or not, it’s about you being an idol superstar! Even if we disclose our relationship, do you think there won’t be paparazzi and fans trying to sneak a peek at you?" Jian Anning said helplessly. "Even if you retire someday, believe it or not, there will still be reporters and fans following your news! — Because you are Yu Zexiao!"
An idol superstar commands attention wherever they go, for better or for worse. For celebrities, this means more natural exposure and greater commercial value. They can earn astronomical fees just by casually endorsing a few brands.
However, what’s sacrificed in the process is their personal space.
Yu Zexiao was frustrated, but he could only nod, "Fine then, just make sure you come back quickly!"
"Understood," Jian Anning agreed at last, and only then did Yu Zexiao reluctantly let her go. When she got back to the hospital room, Zhao Ziyin was nowhere to be seen.
"Ziyin? Ziyin?" Where could she have gone? As she was pondering this, Zhao Ziyin emerged from the restroom, the corners of her mouth slightly curled, holding a cellphone that seemed to have just been used for a call.
"Where did you go?" Jian Anning asked in confusion. Zhao Ziyin was startled and then gave an awkward smile, "It’s nothing, nothing."
She said this while stuffing her phone into her pocket.
Jian Anning didn’t think much of it. Zhao Ziyin said, "I bought you two bedsheets and two sets of pajamas. I couldn’t manage the bedding, but I did get towels and disposable underwear. You can take a shower."
Zhao Ziyin, although appearing carefree, was actually quite attentive. Jian Anning thanked her, took the bedsheets and pajamas over to Yu Zexiao, but disposable underwear was not Zhao Ziyin’s meticulous way of ensuring Yu Zexiao—one man—was taken care of.
Nevertheless, Yu Zexiao had his own way of solving the issue—he simply snatched the disposable underwear intended for Jian Anning!
Such disposable items usually come one-size-fits-all and can be used by both men and women.
He even said, "After all, you’re going to be wearing that sexy little lingerie set when you come over later, so it’s not like you need these. Better give them to me!"
"Hey, why are you ?" Jian Anning was speechless. But Yu Zexiao just smiled faintly, "I’ve been generous enough to let you stay with her for a while, so what’s the harm in taking these small items for myself? — Or, do you prefer seeing me without clothes?"