Zhou Yili, with a cold face, carried the person into the bedroom.
Not only did he have to diligently bring the person warm water and medicine, but he also had to move this ancestor from the garden to the bedroom. He couldn’t help it; he always remembered—
Shen Jixing was afraid of the cold.
This person had poor health; whenever the weather turned cold, he would fall ill every few days.
Zhou Yili used to turn the fireplace in the music room to its maximum before Shen Jixing arrived.
Fine snowflakes drifted outside the window, the fireplace crackling merrily with burning branches. He would sit on the carpet, head propped up and legs tucked, as if he could watch him all day long.
“Stop playing dead, get up.”
Zhou Yili unceremoniously tossed him onto the bed.
Turning back, he opened the medicine box, squeezed out two pills, “Take your medicine and then sleep.”
The person on the bed didn’t move.
A pale, thin cheek brushed against the pillow; he didn’t wake up.
Zhou Yili had no patience, holding the water cup as a threat, “Hurry up, or I’ll force-feed you.”
He was too noisy.
Shen Jixing groggily opened his eyes, his usually cold and clear eyes unusually hazy and blurry.
He softly asked, “Force-feed what?”
“…”
Thick eyelashes cast shadows, his skin pale, delicate, and beautiful.
Zhou Yili’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his voice low, husky, and cold, “Don’t play games with me, take your medicine.”
Shen Jixing’s thoughts were muddled; he couldn’t really understand what he was saying.
Medicine.
He vaguely caught these two words, slightly frowning in resistance, but finally opened his mouth quietly, “Mm.”
Zhou Yili: “?”
I told you to take it yourself.
This person radiated an aura of “Quickly serve your emperor.”
Zhou Yili was exasperated.
Kneeling on one knee beside the bed, he leaned over and gently pried open his jaw, dropping the two pills into his mouth. Then, he turned to get water from the bedside table.
He turned back, stunned, “Swallowed it?”
Shen Jixing closed his eyes, his long eyelashes fluttering gently, “Mm.”
Zhou Yili held the water cup, suddenly falling silent.
This medicine didn’t have a sugar coating; the bitter taste lingered on his fingertips. Without water, he swallowed it directly?
No one would willingly suffer.
The only possibility was that he was used to taking it this way.
In more urgent situations, because he didn’t have time to find water, he would just swallow the pills whole to relieve the pain.
Zhou Yili looked at his cold, peaceful sleeping face, his heart filled with indescribable emotions.
“What’s the use of all your hard work?”
“In the end, you can’t even manage the people around you.”
There aren’t that many overnight scandals, sudden justice; it’s usually a betrayal by someone closest to you.
Shen Jixing had a traitor around him.
“Stop making noise, Zhou Yili.”
Shen Jixing found him annoying, “Go out, I want to sleep a little…”
“You haven’t slept enough after sleeping all day, are you Sleeping Beauty?”
Zhou Yili said this, but still got off the bed.
Suddenly, he felt something was wrong. Turning back, he scooped him up, brushed his messy bangs aside with his hand, and checked his temperature.
“Damn,” Zhou Yili exclaimed sincerely.
He had a fever again after being exposed to the cold air.
“Are you a paper person?”
“How have you even survived all these years?”
The cold voice was almost tinged with impatient disdain. Shen Jixing was disturbed by him.
He opened his clear, watery eyes and weakly glared at him.
“…”
Zhou Yili coldly pursed his lips, put him back on the bed, and left the bedroom without a word.
He searched the entire apartment for medicine, finally finding fever reducers, but worried about them conflicting with the stomach medicine he had just given him and poisoning him.
Zhou Yili sat on the carpet, his back against the bed, searching for the effects of the obscure medicine name in his browser.
“Open your mouth.”
Shen Jixing was clearly delirious with fever.
When he wasn’t clear-headed, he was surprisingly obedient. He opened his mouth when told, ate whatever he was given, frowned when it was bitter, and his brow smoothed when given water.
Zhou Yili knelt on one leg, amusedly calling him, “Shen Jixing.”
No response.
The person on the bed closed his eyes, his long eyelashes casting beautiful shadows, his thin, red lips covered with a layer of moisture, the silver chain in his collarbone faintly glowing.
Exquisitely beautiful, unlike a real person.
Zhou Yili openly admired the face praised as the “Eastern God’s Face.”
Although he wasn’t very smart, his taste was quite good.
He fell for this face at first sight.
And he got him.
“Do you think everyone is as stupid as me, and will willingly keep your secrets?”
Zhou Yili knew about those things long before the hot searches; he could pull this person down from his pedestal at any time.
Coercion, inducement, or even confinement, breaking his clean, white wings.
He had a thousand ways to destroy Shen Jixing, but Zhou Yili didn’t do any of them, and never even considered it.
Perhaps, that wasn’t his style.
It would be too ugly.
…
“Brother, you ignored me again!!!”
Zhou Yili had just answered the phone when he was almost deafened by Xiao Mo’s high-pitched voice.
He glanced back at the person on the bed; he was still asleep.
“Only you have such a loud voice. Will you be singing from now on?”
Zhou Yili casually closed the bedroom door and strode downstairs.
Xiao Mo was miserable, “My voice has always been this loud~.”
His brother had never had such a big opinion before.
“You said you’d send me the new album demo this afternoon, you’re not going to say it’s still in your head and hasn’t been recorded, are you?”
Zhou Yili descended the stairs, “Don’t ruin your brother’s reputation, it’s already recorded.”
Xiao Mo was shocked: “Then why didn’t you send it to me!!!”
He realized his voice was even louder this time and was about to be scolded.
Unexpectedly, this time his brother didn’t say anything, lazily humming, “Busy, forgot, sending it now.”
“Busy with what?”
Xiao Mo found it strange.
His brother’s temperament was both good and bad.
He was at his worst when writing songs; he wouldn’t take on activities, advertisements, or allow anyone to disturb him. He hadn’t dared to send a message today, so how could he be busy?
“Taking care of…” Zhou Yili pulled up a chair, his voice pausing, “…a pet.”
“Brother, you got a pet?!” Xiao Mo was instantly excited. He was a kind-hearted citizen who kept many stray cats and dogs at home. He asked happily, “What kind of pet did you get?”
Zhou Yili’s long fingers swiped the mouse.
“A rebellious little bird.”
Xiao Mo: “?”
Xiao Mo didn’t understand, but Xiao Mo understood.
“Raising rebellious pets is like this, the little kitten at my house is very fierce, and likes to hit me when bored…”
Zhou Yili inexplicably curled his lips.
Xiao Mo continued, “But sometimes it’s also very obedient, when I was made to cry by you brother, it would meow and rub against me, and I would feel that everything is pretty good.”
Xiao Mo wasn’t scolded for no reason every day.
But this time, the other side was silent for a long time. When Xiao Mo wanted to speak, Zhou Yili’s voice faintly drifted over.
“That’s pretty good.”
Zhou Yili finished exporting the file and sent it to Xiao Mo.
His fingertips paused for two seconds, then sneered, “He doesn’t even know how to cuddle.”
Shen Jixing was incredibly cold and arrogant.
Forget cuddling others; if others cuddled him, he would be disgusted.
Zhou Yili didn’t expect that a casual remark would come true that night.
Lightning and thunder struck in the early morning, the garden plants swaying.
Zhou Yili casually picked up the thin blanket from the swing, and then saw the person in the bedroom, curled up alone on the bed, looking like he had already ascended to heaven.
He kicked the blanket onto the floor.
“…”
Zhou Yili draped the blanket over his shoulder, feeling that his temper was incredibly good.
“Are you determined to die in my house?”
He walked into the warm yellow light of the bedroom, amidst the swaying green leaves in the wind.
He wrapped the person up in the blanket like a caterpillar.
He was considering how to tie a knot in the back to prevent him from tossing and kicking around at night…
The person leaning against him suddenly moved.
A thin arm in a white sleepwear hugged his lean waist, the whole person buried in his arms, slowly rubbing against his neck.
“Cold… Hold me.”
—
Zhou Ge: Mo, Ge also suddenly feels that everything is pretty good.
