Affectionate beyond ninety thousand miles

Aunt Xian blinked, and then smiled and said, "Master, if two people want to have a long-term relationship, they must know the way of balance. Boys are in a strong position in the relationship between men and women, so if you want to make way for girls, you can't use force. Girls are generally right. Gentle boys have no resistance."

Ji Yanxi raised his eyebrows, "How can I not let her? How can I not be gentle with her?"

Who else said that men have a high status in a relationship between men and women?

Why does he feel that he has no status at all?

If she can give him a good face, can he only threaten her every time?
Aunt Xian was speechless.

I thought to myself, where did you let her, and where did you become gentle?
She saw it all this morning.

On the surface, it seems that it is for her to let her have breakfast, but in fact, there is strength everywhere, and Miss Wen is reluctant to see it.

She didn't know what happened to them, but anyone with eyes could tell that Miss Wen was unhappy.

Aunt Xian didn't refute him, seeing that the hangover soup in the pot was ready, she filled a bowl for Ji Yanxi and threw him out of the kitchen.

A straight man will only repent if he kicks the iron board. No matter how much you talk to him, it's useless.

Aunt Xian muttered to his back as he went upstairs.

Ji Yanxi brought the hangover soup into the room, walked to the bed, and called softly, "Nan Ning, wake up, drink the hangover soup first."

Wen Nanning is usually angry about getting up.

Anyone who disturbed her when she was trying to sleep would meet her at her worst.

Ji Yanxi now treats her as a treasure, and dare not move too much, for fear of making her aunt angry.

But the movements were small and it was useless at all, so he thought of a way, went downstairs to get a spoon, and fed her bit by bit.

Unexpectedly, she didn't cooperate at all, pursed her lips for a while, turned around for a while, and didn't feed the hangover soup, which made Ji Yanxi sweat all over.

If he hadn't confirmed that she was asleep, he would have thought she was torturing him on purpose.

In the end, he really had no choice but to wake her up. He patted her face, "Wake up, drink the hangover soup before going to sleep, or you'll get a headache later."

He really wanted to call Aunt Xian over.

Let her see what it means to be gentle and what it means to be humble.

Let her say that she is neither gentle nor generous!

Wen Nanning turned around, turned around again after a few seconds, opened her eyes slightly, her head was still not quite clear.

She half-opened her eyes, and seemed to see Ji Yanxi sitting on the bedside in a trance.

She stretched out her hand and waved it in front of her eyes, trying to make sure if it was a hallucination, but she didn't expect her hand to be held in the next second.She slowly opened her eyes, and after confirming that it was Ji Yanxi, she sat up with her forehead supported, "Why am I here?"

She clearly remembered that she was drinking with Sister Qingyang at Xingchen.

Then I got a little drunk, and then I seemed to fall asleep.

So he brought her back?
"You're drunk, Aunt Xian made sober soup, you go to bed after drinking it." Ji Yanxi calmly handed the soup to her eyes, Wen Nanning glanced at it, took it and drank it down in one gulp.

After drinking she lay back down again, and turned her back to him again.

I thought he would leave immediately, but Wen Nanning didn't bother with him, her head was heavy as hell, and it was time to sleep.

There was a rustling sound behind her, but she didn't care.

But after a while, the bed behind him sank, and then someone got into the bed.

She turned around abruptly, and frowned when she looked at Shang Ji Yanxi, "What are you doing?"

"My fever hasn't subsided, I want to sleep for a while." He reached into the bed, groped for her hand and pressed it to his forehead.

It's hot, but—

"You can sleep in the guest room."

He replied confidently, "I believe in bed, I didn't sleep last night, that's why my cold got worse."

"Then I'll go to bed."

She said she was about to get up.

Ji Yanxi stopped her waist and pushed her back on the bed.

He closed his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "Just sleep for a while, don't worry about it, it's not like I haven't slept together before."

Wen Nanning looked at him for a while.

After making sure that he really just wanted to lie down and sleep for a while, he didn't insist.

Still, he turned his back to her.

Ji Yanxi was probably really uncomfortable. He put his arms around her waist and fell asleep after a while.

Wen Nanning was holding on at first, just wanting to wait for him to fall asleep before getting up and leaving, but her eyelids were really heavy, and after a while, she also fell asleep.

When he woke up again, it was already sunset.

Wen Nanning opened her eyes, feeling as if she didn't know where she was.

After turning around in my head for a while, I realized where I was.

She was a little surprised to feel that there was still a hand resting on her waist.

The two of them kept sleeping like this all afternoon, and they didn't even eat lunch. She turned around slowly and took a look at Ji Yanxi who was still sleeping soundly.

After hesitating for a while, he stretched out his hand to test the temperature of his forehead, but his hand paused in mid-air, and finally dropped down.

Fortunately, it is not so hot anymore.

She lay back again, staring blankly at the sunset outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, sighed, feeling very dazed.

They are like this, what should they do?
Ji Yanxi actually woke up when she turned around, but he didn't want to destroy the tranquility, so he could only pretend that he was still asleep.

Only in this way can he feel that she is not indifferent to him, and she will still care about him.

God knows that when her hand was close to his forehead, his heart would burst out of his throat. Fortunately, she didn't look at him, so she didn't realize that he was actually tense all the time.

If Aunt Xian knew that he had so humbly begged for her attention, would he change what he said?
He subconsciously hugged her tighter, and he could smell her unique body fragrance in his nose.

He pressed against her back tightly, with his face close to her neck, sniffing her scent like an addict.

This smell gave him a moment of peace in his unconverted heart, and he was deeply infatuated with it.

Because of his movements, Wen Nanning knew he was awake.

But she didn't move either.

They knew each other well, but they were unwilling to break this rare tranquility.

The setting sun shines into the room and the room is golden.

This peace dispelled the panic and resentment in their hearts.

At least, this moment is beautiful and we have each other.

Unfortunately, the happiness is too short-lived.

Ji Yanxi's cell phone rang, and the neither light nor heavy sound awakened the two of them instantly from the illusion, and at the same time broke the picture they worked so hard to maintain.

He let go of his hand and leaned over to get the phone.

He glanced at the number, paused his finger that instinctively wanted to swipe the screen, and subconsciously glanced at Wen Nanning, whose back was turned to him.

He didn't save this number, but he had called so many times recently that he had already written it down.

Wen Nanning also noticed his hesitation.

The corner of her mouth hooked involuntarily.

Who else could make him taboo and fear her anger?
He didn't have to be like this, if he was more upright, he might still think highly of them.

Was it because she was so sneaky that she wouldn't know?

Wen Nanning grimaced, lifted the quilt out of bed, and prepared to give him space.

However, Ji Yanxi cut off the call directly, and took her back into his arms.

Wen Nanning said with a cold face, "What are you doing?"

Ji Yanxi's high fever subsided a bit, and he became skinless again. He leaned into her ear and said softly, "Prove your innocence."