Chapter 691: Chapter 700: Music Supervisor (6)
Although they got carried away in the small storage room in the afternoon, it was just a single ti in the storage room, and for soone 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 sowhat lacking in interest. At the mont, she looked around at the arrangents, and with a bit of soreness said, “Zexiao, I’m a little tired.”
“What’s wrong?” Yu Zexiao seed to have noticed Jian Anning’s lack of excitent, and suddenly beca a bit anxious.
Perhaps it was because their relationship had evolved from being rely “pao- buddies” to sothing 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 excitent about John Gruber’s prized disciple’s visit, she was feeling a bit lancholic.
“Tired? Is it because I exhausted you this afternoon?” He still rembered how frenzied Jian Anning had been that afternoon, not only almost screaming her throat hoarse, but also scratching his back nurous tis.
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 achievent.
Even though the storage room was worn and dirty, it was like the abandoned well where Duan Yu and Wang Yuyan finally affird their love in “Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils.”
Even soone 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 imdiately helped her to the edge of the bed, “I’ll go get you so 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, ca 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 beco much gentler and more considerate recently—outside of intimate monts when he would whisper sweet nothings to make her happy, and do things that moved her, aside from that, he was still the sa.
Noticing Jian Anning’s reaction, he was a bit puzzled, “What’s the matter, is there sothing 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!”
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