He said this, and still deliberately brought the bottle to her lips. Just when Jian Anning slightly opened her mouth to drink, he suddenly pulled the bottle back and took a big gulp himself.
This man, was he intentionally playing a prank on her?
However, before she could react, Yu Zexiao set the bottle aside, suddenly leaned in close, pried her lips open, and gently transferred the sweet water from his mouth into hers.
Jian Anning only felt a stream of water carrying a slight warmth gliding from the tip of his tongue, slowly passing into her mouth. Zexiao didn’t like eating spicy and stimulating food, resulting in his breath always having a mostly fresh and natural fruit scent. This gentle flow of air, sliding down her throat into her stomach, warmed her heart.
This man, although clumsy, it was, outside those matters, the first time he showed concern for her. Even, he did not mind that she might "infect" him with a cold.
"This way, the water is warm," he said, pleased to pass all the water to her, Yu Zexiao seemed quite contented. Before he could take a second sip, Jian Anning hugged his sturdy waist firmly.
She rubbed her head against the back of his shirt. Like a lazy cat that the neighbor used to keep when she was a child. Usually, it was very cool and quiet, but it would rub its fluffy head comfortably in the palm of his hand whenever he reached out to pet it.
It seems "the cold" made her listless, so even her actions became lazy, right?
"Do you feel uncomfortable? Do you need to rest?" Yu Zexiao gently asked.
Jian Anning shook her head.
Yu Zexiao teased with a smile, "Is it because I was too noisy this afternoon, and you’re out of energy?"
Jian Anning shook her head again.
Zexiao didn’t understand what was happening and turned around, his expression becoming a bit anxious, "What’s the matter, huh? Tell me? Let your husband help you solve it."
"Aren’t you afraid I’ll ’infect’ you?" Jian Anning grabbed his clothes, her eyes like those of a fawn, twinkling, seemingly a bit vulnerable as she looked up at him.
Yu Zexiao looked at her face and suddenly smiled, "You, oh you! What should I say about you!"
It was only after he got to know Jian Anning better that he realized she wasn’t as cold and composed as she appeared to be from the outside; in fact—sometimes, she was quite childlike.
Just like now, as she clutched his shirt with a vulnerable, yet weary expression—how could she look so amusing?
He couldn’t help but pinch her delicate little nose, "Your husband, me, I’m not so fragile! Don’t worry!"
Don’t be fooled by his constant acting; he also regularly went to the gym. He had a personal body trainer to help him build and shape his physique, definitely better than an average man’s!
"I’m not ill," Jian Anning said out of the blue, her voice sounding absentminded, "I just feel... somewhat uneasy inside."
"Why are you feeling uneasy?" Yu Zexiao was a bit puzzled, he ruffled his hair, and after a while, he blurted out, "Are you afraid of having a baby?"
Today, it seemed that this was the matter that had unexpectedly disturbed Jian Anning, right?
Jian Anning lifted her head, looking at him with surprise, "What?"
"Actually, actually—I wasn’t expecting to have a child so soon either," Yu Zexiao said, his face going a little red.