Although they got carried away in the small storage room in the afternoon, it was just a single time in the storage room, and for someone as insatiable as Yu Zexiao, once was really not enough to fill the gaps between his teeth.
However, compared to Yu Zexiao’s enthusiasm, Jian Anning was somewhat lacking in interest. At the moment, she looked around at the arrangements, and with a bit of soreness said, "Zexiao, I’m a little tired."
"What’s wrong?" Yu Zexiao seemed to have noticed Jian Anning’s lack of excitement, and suddenly became a bit anxious.
Perhaps it was because their relationship had evolved from being merely "pao- buddies" to something more like boyfriend and girlfriend, or even the mother of his child, so when Yu Zexiao saw her condition, he couldn’t help but ask, "Anning, are you alright?"
"It’s nothing, just a bit tired." Maybe it was because of the continuous work these days, the reversal of night and day, plus Xiaoliu’s hospitalization, and the excitement about John Gruber’s prized disciple’s visit, she was feeling a bit melancholic.
"Tired? Is it because I exhausted you this afternoon?" He still remembered how frenzied Jian Anning had been that afternoon, not only almost screaming her throat hoarse, but also scratching his back numerous times.
When he had just taken a shower, through the mirror, he saw the crisscrossing marks on his back—and must admit, it felt quite like an achievement.
Even though the storage room was worn and dirty, it was like the abandoned well where Duan Yu and Wang Yuyan finally affirmed their love in "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils."
Even someone as fastidious as Yu Zexiao found such a setting in the storage room quite stimulating.
Jian Anning was too embarrassed to tell him that it was because of John Gruber’s disciple that she simply nodded, "Mmm... my head hurts a little."
"You’re not catching a cold, are you?" Yu Zexiao raised his hand to touch her forehead, and indeed, it felt a bit hot.
"Go rest upstairs." Realizing she really showed signs of a cold, Yu Zexiao wasn’t the type to be unreasonable. He immediately helped her to the edge of the bed, "I’ll go get you some hot water."
Jian Anning, preoccupied, didn’t refuse his request. So Yu Zexiao got up, found a cup, but since this was a makeshift room and it wasn’t winter, naturally, there was no hot water prepared. He wandered around the room for a while, and in the end, he only found a bottle of mineral water, came back, and unscrewed the cap for her, "There’s no hot water, you’ll have to drink this."
Seeing the bottle handed to her, Jian Anning blinked in slight surprise. This young master Yu Zexiao was usually only served by others, not seen serving anyone. Even though he had become much gentler and more considerate recently—outside of intimate moments when he would whisper sweet nothings to make her happy, and do things that moved her, aside from that, he was still the same.
Noticing Jian Anning’s reaction, he was a bit puzzled, "What’s the matter, is there something dirty on my face?"
Jian Anning shook her head. Yu Zexiao asked again, "Then what is it?"
He suddenly laughed, his expression—a bit eerie, "Oh! I get it, you’re sick, so you’re acting delicate and don’t want to drink water by yourself?—Fine, I’ll feed you!"