Yu Zi was physically exhausted, and his heart was almost shattered. He turned his back as if in a huff and closed his eyes.

He hugged his two hands to his chest, rubbing the skin that had just been rubbed with ginger. The small bed was filled with the smell of ginger, and he sniffed it.

Then, the person behind him got up from the bed and left the room, his whereabouts unknown.

Early the next morning, Xiao Liu first went to the shop, drove away the van, and then delivered the goods to the agreed location.

After the short-haired administrative manager and the logistics staff carefully counted the meals, they finally signed on the delivery note.

The first major order was finally completed smoothly.

When Yu Zi received a call from Xiao Liu, he was still half asleep in bed. After hearing the vibration of the phone, he reluctantly opened his eyes and unlocked the screen.

Excited voices came from the other end of the phone, “The contract has been signed! They said they can arrange payment next week!”

Yu Zi responded with a grunt and then said, “You’ve worked hard. Take a day off today with chef Zhao. You don’t need to worry about the shop.”

Clearly, being able to take a day off after earning money was even more exciting. Xiao Liu let out a cheer directly before hanging up the phone.

Yu Zi turned over to continue sleeping, but he felt a headache. Then he realized that not only his head but also his muscles were sore and unbearable.

Xie Dongcheng boiled porridge and came in from the living room, just to see that Yu Zi’s complexion was not quite right. He quickly took out the medicine box from the drawer in the living room and took out the thermometer.

“38.5 degrees. You have a fever,” Xie Dongcheng sighed.

Yu Zi flopped back onto the bed, covering his face with the blanket.

Xie Dongcheng hurriedly pulled him out from under the blanket, “Don’t cover up, you need to cool down and dissipate heat when you have a fever.”

He first went to the kitchen and brought back a bowl of porridge for Yu Zi to drink. Then he found a fever-reducing pill and had him take it with water.

After doing all this, Xie Dongcheng went to the bathroom to get warm water and soaked a clean white towel, wringing it out before bringing it back to the bedroom.

“Lie down.” Xie Dongcheng’s tone was commanding, but his actions were gentle.

Yu Zi watched as he rolled up his sleeves and then used the towel to wipe his body, inch by inch, from his arms to his neck, and from his neck to his shoulders. The movements were so careful, as if sculpting a piece of art.

Yu Zi felt the surge of emotions rushing towards him again, unable to stop it.

Xie Dongcheng’s hand gripped the towel and reached into his collar, helping him wipe his chest.

Yu Zi felt a little itchy and couldn’t help but let out a soft hum.

Xie Dongcheng immediately withdrew his hand and averted his gaze.

Soon, Yu Zi couldn’t hold on and fell asleep again. However, despite his body being burning hot, he somehow saw Xie Dongcheng again in his daze. That savage, belonging only to his dreams, blurry Xie Dongcheng.

In the dream, he seemed to be parched and feverish, his skin burning hot. They vented the emotions of exhaustion from the past few days, and all desires found an illusory outlet here.

It seemed that having this dream was more exhausting than working for a day. When Yu Zi woke up from the dream, it was already evening. He felt a layer of sweat on his forehead.

The curtains were half open, and the orange sunset cast a glow on the floor, a reflection that made Yu Zi trance for a while.

And when he fully woke up, he realized that Xie Dongcheng was also lying on the bed, sleeping with him at some point.

However, this time, Xie Dongcheng was facing away from him, towards the outside, about a foot away from him.

Yu Zi took a deep breath but still felt it difficult to breathe. He touched his forehead; the fever had quickly subsided, but he still felt weak.

He sat up from the bed. He had only eaten a little porridge in the morning, and now he felt a little hungry.

He stepped over Xie Dongcheng’s body, and couldn’t help but take a few more glances at him. When Xie Dongcheng closed his eyes, he looked even gentler than usual.

Yu Zi’s heart thumped, and he took a long breath, finally getting out of bed.

He went to the kitchen to heat up some food for himself, then sat at the coffee table, watching the sunset gradually fade away, leaving only a deep orange scar.

Xie Dongcheng woke up half an hour later. When he got up, he heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom, guessing that Yu Zi was taking a shower.

A few minutes later, the water stopped, followed by the sound of a hairdryer.

Then, Yu Zi pushed the door open and walked out of the bathroom. He was wearing a soft white T-shirt and satin pajama pants he had brought himself. He looked clean and refreshed.

“Feeling better?” Xie Dongcheng saw that his complexion had improved a lot and asked.

Yu Zi nodded, then turned aside and walked past him, sitting at the coffee table.

Xie Dongcheng saw the bowl Yu Zi had left in the kitchen sink and didn’t ask him to eat again.

In the evening, Xiao Liu called again to go over the accounts with Yu Zi. Yu Zi held the phone between his cheek and shoulder, writing and drawing on the coffee table, completely free from the morning sickness.

However, after the call ended, Xie Dongcheng saw him looking out the window for a long time, wondering what he was thinking.

Soon it was late at night again. Yu Zi finally put down the paper and pen, rubbed his neck, and returned to the bedroom. He sat on the bed, half leaning against the headboard.

Xie Dongcheng followed and sat on the edge of the bed, maintaining the usual distance of two fists between them.

“Do you want to turn off the light and sleep?” Xie Dongcheng asked him.

Yu Zi made a sound of agreement.

A few minutes later, with a snap, the warm yellow ceiling light in the bedroom went out. The curtains were still only half drawn, letting in some light.

Yu Zi lay down first, crawling into the blanket. Then he felt the person behind him lie down too.

The dream during the day made his mind unable to calm down at the moment. He closed his eyes, and some intimate fragments flashed in his mind, then disappeared, making him restless.

In the dim light, he didn’t know how long had passed when he suddenly felt a dark shadow appear in front of him.

Yu Zi’s breath paused, but the shadow didn’t disappear or move. Only a very light breath swept across his cheek.

Yu Zi counted down to three in his heart, then suddenly opened his eyes.

Xie Dongcheng propped himself up with his arm, his pitch-black eyes staring at his face.

Time seemed to stop.

“Why are you looking at me?” Yu Zi asked directly.

“I…” Xie Dongcheng was startled by his sudden awakening and didn’t know how to respond.

Yu Zi’s heart felt like a sponge, being constantly squeezed dry by the person in front of him, then soaked back in the pool water to absorb it all again. Such repetition made him tired.

His patience was also running out. He didn’t like this ambiguous game of touching and leaving.

Yu Zi stared into his eyes and suddenly reached out to grab his collar.

Before Xie Dongcheng could react, Yu Zi had already flipped over and pressed him down onto the bed, then unexpectedly straddled his thighs.

Yu Zi lifted his hand and took off his soft T-shirt, revealing his clean and beautiful upper body. Xie Dongcheng’s pupils tightened, unable to believe what he had done.

That familiar fox-like gaze returned, and Yu Zi slightly lowered his head, his voice tightly wrapped around him like a thread, “Xie Dongcheng, are you sure you don’t have feelings for me?”

Outside the window, a round moon happened to be hanging, as if favoring him tonight, coating his body with a layer of silver soft light. He looked as beautiful as a god descending.

However, at this moment, the god was naked, craving the touch of a mortal’s caress.