Interstellar Empire, Your Highness, please don’t get sick.

With his cheeks being pinched and someone pushing back and forth on his body, Yan Zhao became angrier as he slept. He opened his eyes with difficulty and saw Song Tingxi just a few feet away from him, clenching his fists.

"Go away, turn left!" He couldn't hold back his anger after being woken up. Yan Zhao's fists fell on Song Tingxi like raindrops, and he also kicked him.

Song Tingxi didn't care about this little strength. Instead, he leaned on the bed and waited for Yan Zhao to hit him.

When the foot kicked his waist, he subconsciously grabbed it, and his palms were filled with a delicate and soft touch.

Yan Zhao felt his foot being pinched. Although he didn't understand that kind of thing, he still felt a little weird in his heart and quickly wanted to withdraw.

Unexpectedly, Song Tingxi's grip was too tight, and Yan Zhao failed to pull his feet back. His body leaned back under the reaction force, and he was about to fall under the bed.

"Be careful!" Song Tingxi rushed over, hooked his back with her arms, and held him in her arms to stabilize him.

Yan Zhao was still frightened, gasping for air, then raised his knees and bumped into Song Tingxi's arms, finally freeing himself.

"I'm already asleep, what are you going to do?"

Song Tingxi rubbed her belly that hurt from his impact, and said with a smile on her face: "I just want to ask, how is your friend's debut plan going? I have given him so many resources, so I have to care about him."

Yan Zhao believed it immediately, because Wei Shaojie told him that the company was like a star to him.

"He is currently filming his debut MV." Yan Zhao thought hard as if reporting on work, "There seems to be a TV series..."

"Let's do this." Song Tingxi suggested, "Tomorrow I will video chat with him so that I can ask him questions."

Yan Zhao had no doubts and said with peace of mind: "It makes sense, then I'll go to bed first."

Song Tingxi suppressed her laughter and saw him lying down again, pulling the quilt to his neck and getting ready to sleep.

"Don't cover it so high, I'll be bored later." Song Tingxi pulled down the corner of the quilt. Yan Zhao glanced at him resentfully, and after he lay down on the other side, he pulled the quilt up to his neck.

When he woke up in the morning, Yan Zhao yawned, walked out of the inner room, and found a noise coming from the room opposite.

Song Tingxi's bedroom is a suite. In addition to the living room and inner room, there is also a gym.

Yan Zhao walked to the door of the gym and saw Song Tingxi on the treadmill, wearing only a pair of sports shorts. The muscles of his upper body were undulating while running, and his lines were very beautiful.

"Are you awake?" Song Tingxi turned off the treadmill, picked up a towel and wiped her sweat, "Breakfast is in the thermos box, go and eat it quickly."

He carefully observed Yan Zhao's expression.

Yan Zhao's face was expressionless, and he turned around and walked towards the living room. His reaction was no different from when he saw the clothed version of Song Tingxi.

Song Tingxi wiped her sweat depressedly and followed him.

"It's actually a red oil copycat!" Yan Zhao was shocked. After opening the lid of the thermos box, he carefully took out the bowl.

Song Tingxi sat down opposite him proudly and pushed a glass of soy milk over.

"I see that you seem to love ancient earth food. There happens to be a chef in the house who knows specialties. Let's try some."

Yan Zhao ate very attentively, and he was actually very good at spicy food, so he finished the food without stopping.

After eating, he held the soy milk in his hands and asked with probing eyes, "Do you have anything to say to me?"

Song Tingxi's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that Yan Zhao saw it?

He didn't dare to take risks, pretended not to know, and asked: "Why do you ask that?"

Yan Zhao still had a little soy milk foam on his lips, smiled shyly, and said, "You've changed your attitude towards me in the past few days. You're probably not teasing me, right?"

Song Tingxi felt bitter in her heart: "Of course I'm not teasing you, I did something very wrong before."

Yan Zhao nodded and winked at him happily: "Well, so I guess you are trying to apologize to me?"

At first Yan Zhao was not sure, but when he thought about it carefully, Song Tingxi accompanied him to buy clothes, invited him to his home, carefully prepared meals, and even cared about Wei Shaojie's situation, which seemed to be thoughtful and sincere.

"Yes..." Song Tingxi weakly affirmed. Sure enough, Yan Zhao has no love cells at all and perfectly justifies himself.

Afraid that Yan Zhao would refuse to accept his kindness, Song Tingxi said, "This is what I should do. Don't worry about it."

"I have no psychological burden." Yan Zhao glanced at him in confusion and said confidently, "What you did was wrong in the first place. Bullying is wrong. Fortunately, you woke up not too late and did not cause any permanent damage to me. s damage."

Song Tingxi stared at the cheeks that puffed up when he spoke, her heart was confused, and she stretched her hands forward like a madman and grabbed Yan Zhao's little hand.

"You're right... Then if you have anything to do in the future, come to me..."

"The time is almost up." Yan Zhao looked down at his hand and shook it to express friendship.

Song Tingxi: "..."

Yan Zhao happened to see the time on the bracelet, and quickly took out a second-hand tablet from his backpack and connected the signal of the bracelet.

At the beginning of the video, Wei Shaojie shouted energetically with a smile on his face: "Zhao Zhao!"

"Shao Jie." Yan Zhao waved to him.

Wei Shaojie's expression fell, the corners of his mouth turned down, and he asked, "Why is he here?"

Song Tingxi stood behind the sofa, swept away the previous depression, and said with a clear mind: "Because Zhaozhao is at my house now."

"What?!" Wei Shaojie was stunned by the sudden bad news, and the pupils in his sea-blue eyes were shaking, "Your family...your family...Zhaozhao..."

Song Tingxi lowered her head and asked Yan Zhao with a smile: "Are we friends now? Can I call you that?"

"We shouldn't be considered friends yet, right?" Yan Zhao only has one friend, Wei Shaojie, and he feels that he doesn't need many friends.

When Wei Shaojie heard this, he finally touched his chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Zhaozhao, you have time to go to your classmate's house on the weekend, why don't you come to me?"

"Aren't you very busy? You're going to debut next week, congratulations." Yan Zhao smiled so hard that his pear dimples were revealed.

But at this time, Song Tingxi quietly interjected: "Zhaozhao is free to make new friends. He can't play with you every time, right?"

"You...what does it have to do with you?"

Yan Zhao heard them arguing and frowned, but he didn't understand what the fuss was about.

Seeing that the two of them seemed to have no intention of stopping, he simply gave the tablet to Song Tingxi and said, "Call me after you finish the discussion."

Song Tingxi was stunned and saw Yan Zhao picking up the "Royal Mecha Secrets" that he had not finished yesterday and reading it with gusto.

Wei Shaojie lowered his voice: "Don't think that I don't know your thoughts!"