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In the morning, when Zhong Heng woke up, he found that Zhu Shen was sleeping beside him. He thought it was a dream, and dared not act rashly, for fear that if he moved, the dream would be shattered.But as he waited quietly, those tiny flashing images gradually emerged in his mind, all about him and Zhu Shen last night.

It was not a dream.

The curtains were not drawn tightly, and a few rays of light leaked into the room. Although the morning light was faint, it was enough to illuminate Zhu Shen's cheeks.Covered by a layer of light and shadow, Zhu Shen's face unexpectedly became somewhat indescribably hazy and holy. Looking at it, Zhong Heng's eyes were scorching hot.

Just looking at it like this, you can't avoid it anymore.

I don't know what Zhu Shen dreamed about, he frowned, grasped the edge of the quilt tightly with one hand, and hid the other hand under the quilt, his expression seemed to be very tense.

Zhong Heng gently pinched his wrist, put his hands outside back under the quilt, and suddenly remembered that Zhu Shen also took care of him with such care last night.

Zhu Shen's hands were cold, but his hands were as hot as his heart.

I thought I was just having a long-lost dream, but I didn't expect it to be true.

Zhu Shen was indeed taking care of him last night.

Zhong Heng pursed his lips, looked at it for a while, and finally got off the bed reluctantly.

When he got out of bed, he no longer felt how heavy his body was. He stroked his forehead, and the fever subsided.He looked around and couldn't help feeling a little dazed—his bedroom became very messy overnight, with discarded drips hanging on the hanger, dried dark red potion on the floor, egg custard on the table that hadn't been cleaned up after eating... …

That egg custard is...

Zhu Shen personally fed him last night.

In an instant, the fever that receded seemed to float up his cheeks again.

His room has never been in such a mess before, but this mess makes it a bit more smokey, and it no longer looks cold.

As if thinking of something, his expression tensed for a moment, and he suddenly looked up at the wall bookcase. The books were neatly placed on the shelf according to the rules he set, and there was no trace of being touched.

Zhong Heng breathed a sigh of relief.

The sky was getting brighter and the light became stronger, and Zhu Shen on the bed had already buried his head in the quilt.The room was very quiet, and Zhong Heng deliberately restrained his movements and moved lightly. Hearing Zhu Shen's inaudible hum, he thought he was a little uncomfortable under the light, so he went to close the curtains.

The moment before touching the curtain, his eyes glanced at the table, and his hands froze instantly.

There is a glass of water and a bottle of medicine on the table.

He recognized that it was Zhu Shen's stomach medicine.

"Xiao Shi." Zhong Heng immediately walked to the bed and called him softly, "Are you feeling sick to your stomach?"

His answer was another snort, and Zhong Heng touched his forehead, which was covered with fine layers of sweat.

Zhong Heng's stretched brows frowned again.

Zhu Shen is really uncomfortable at the moment. He didn't eat much last night, and because of Zhong Heng's high fever, he tossed for half a night. He thought he would be fine after sleeping, but his stomach felt like a needle prick, and the dense pain was rushing towards him. He comes.

Hearing someone calling him, he reluctantly opened his eyes.

Seeing Zhong Heng sitting on the edge of the bed staring at him with dark eyes, Zhu Shen suddenly woke up.

Zhong Heng was wearing a pure black home clothes, a dark shadow covered his face, he raised his hand to touch his forehead, Zhong Heng squatted down obediently and let him move.

His hands were no longer hot, Zhu Shen opened his eyes wide and took a closer look. It was obvious that the person in front of him was no longer the Zhong Heng who wanted to be fed, accompanied, and listened to stories last night.At this moment, his mind is clear, and there is no attachment and childishness in his eyes. For some reason, Zhu Shen is a little disappointed.

"Hello." Zhu Shen withdrew his hand.

Opening his lips and making a sound, he realized that his voice was already so hoarse.

Zhong Heng saw Zhu Shen's eyes that instantly darkened, and responded sullenly: "Yes."

"Do you have... anything you want to tell me?" Zhu Shen sat up, resting one palm on his stomach, and only listened to him asking softly.

Recalling that before Zhong Heng fainted, they still broke up happily, and a sudden high fever intertwined them together. Now that Zhong Heng is healed, everyone went back to the original point, and the unfinished words before were not answered. If there is any problem, it will be dug up and discussed again.

The remaining hand quietly clenched the bed sheet tightly, and Zhu Shen could feel the cold sweat on his face again, whether it was pain or nervousness.

He has always been very strong, even though he is enduring the pain, he never shows weakness, at this moment his pale lips even forced a smile, and he is staring at Zhong Heng steadfastly.

Zhong Heng was clearly wearing cotton home clothes, but he didn't add softness to his face. He had a cold and serious look, as if he was thinking about his words.

Let's have a knife.Give it a good time.I wish you deep thought.

Every second Zhong Heng thought about, his heart sank a little more.A bead of sweat slanted across his brow bone from his hair, and silently passed under his eyes, until it fell into the collar, before disappearing without a trace.

Where the beads of sweat have passed, they look like tear stains.

Seeing the other party's thin lips moving, Zhu Shen became even more nervous, and the smile on his mouth almost couldn't hold back.

I only heard Zhong Heng say: "Last night... you worked hard, thank you."

Zhu Shen was taken aback for a moment, thinking of Zhong Heng's little stickiness last night, he immediately lowered his head again, "It's nothing...you're welcome."

Be upbeat.What are you stuttering.

Zhu Shen rubbed his head.

Zhong Heng suddenly asked: "Did I be rude last night?"

Zhu Shen paused and turned his head to look at him.

Zhong Heng lowered his head, thinking about it seriously.He only remembered last night that Zhu Shen gently and patiently told him stories and fed him egg custard, but he couldn't remember the rest clearly.But he vaguely felt that to be able to get Zhu Shen to take care of him like this, he must have messed around a lot.

Looking at Zhong Heng's bowed head, Zhu Shen couldn't help but think of his coquettish and pestering appearance last night, and the smile on his lips became more obvious: "No. You are very good."

Zhong Heng was stunned, seeing Zhu Shen laughing like this and saying such words, he was a little at a loss for a while.He was already reticent, but now he became even more silent.

The two had their own concerns, and being interrupted like this, the atmosphere seemed to ease a little, but after a while, the atmosphere gradually solidified again, as if the momentary relaxation just now was just a dream.

It seemed that the companionship last night was just an illusion.

"I didn't ask you this." Zhu Shen said.

What should be faced, still has to be faced.

Zhu Shen's stomach cramps were even worse, he almost gritted his teeth, and he asked the question in the garage earlier.

—Are you going to get a divorce?

A pair of fists were tightly clenched by Zhong Heng's side, and he asked Zhu Shen in a calm voice, "What about you?"

In the past 20 years, what Zhong Heng is best at is disguising his thoughts, so this time, he can also disguise it very well.

Some of the morning light leaked in from the undrawn curtains, and if the width of the open corner curtains could be wider, the sunlight would be able to see Zhong Heng's hands that betrayed his emotions.His fists were trembling, his knuckles were white.

If Zhu Shen observed carefully, he would find that Zhong Heng's back was straighter than usual, his shoulders were spread out, and his skin-friendly home clothes were stretched as straight as a freshly ironed shirt.

However, Zhu Shen was so nervous that he couldn't take care of himself at this time, so how could he be distracted to observe others.

After so many years, Zhong Heng should have known that handing the knife to Zhu Shen would be happier than him judging himself.

So he pursed his lips tightly, as if waiting for a trial of his own.

His trial has never been decided by himself, and the decision is always in Zhu Shen's hands.

One second, two seconds.

Wait until the blood in the whole body seems to be frozen.

Zhu Shen glanced at Zhong Heng quietly, thinking that this person was really cunning, and threw the problem to himself.

Suddenly, he said, "I don't want a divorce."

Zhong Heng looked at Zhu Shen in disbelief, his heart was beating violently.

Zhu took a deep breath, tilted his head pretending to be relaxed and said to him: "I kissed you in front of so many people yesterday, and I divorce you today? I'm too repetitive."

not like this……

Zhu Shen licked his dry lips, his eyes rolled around, his gaze passed Zhong Heng's shoulder vaguely, but he refused to settle on it, and he said slowly: "I just got married and divorced, How bad it would be to spread the reputation. Who else would dare to marry me in the future?"

not like this……

Zhu Shen continued to twitch the corners of his mouth, but in fact he grasped the bed sheet tightly with one hand, and pressed his stomach firmly with the other, as if trying to restrain his trembling body: "The cooperation between the Zhu family and the Zhong family is not over yet. Your deal has not been completed, you can't refute my face."

His gaze settled in front of Zhong Heng, and he said, "Continue acting for me, and finish the performance for these two years."

not like this……

Zhong Heng was slightly taken aback, his deep eyes secretly turning waves.

At the end, Zhu Shen lowered his head, lowered his eyes, and whispered, "I don't want a divorce."

Having said so much, in fact, only this sentence is what is in my heart.

Zhong Heng bent down and slowly approached Zhu Shen.

The hand clenched into a fist suddenly relaxed, and slowly stretched towards Zhu Shen, the churning waves gradually licked the scorched rocks on the shore under the instigation of the morning light.

For a moment, Zhu Shen felt that Zhong Heng wanted to kiss him.He saw Zhong Heng's Adam's apple rolled gently under the dim light, he held his breath and dared not make any sound.

He was looking forward to it, but couldn't help but want to hide.

However, Zhong Heng just put his hand on his forehead.

Zhong Heng's little finger touched Zhu Shen's eyebrows almost gently, and then he stood up.

"Zhu Shen." Zhong Heng stood by the bed and softly called Zhu Shen's name.

"I'm not divorced either." He said seriously.

After finishing speaking, he walked straight towards the door, his slender figure froze by the door frame for a second or two, and then walked out without looking back.

Zhu Shen raised his hand to cover the place that was touched just now, and his whole body relaxed.

He smiled, holding a heart that suddenly beat fast.

The bravado dropped all pretense and finally breathed heavily.

Not long after, Zhong Heng entered the room again with an extra bowl of porridge in his hand.

Turning on the desk lamp, Zhong Heng stirred it with a spoon, and the porridge with rich flavor of the grain was faintly steaming under the light.

"Drink it." Zhong Heng helped Zhu Shen up and leaned against the head of the bed.

The tone is strong, but the movements are very light.

Zhu Shen took the bowl and gently blew on the hot air of the rice porridge.

It was just a bowl of plain porridge that couldn't be more ordinary. Zhu Shen held it in his hands heavily, but it was extremely warm.

The residual heat of the thick rice porridge rolled all the way down his throat into his stomach, and after a while, his stomach also became warm.

Zhu Shen held the bowl and whispered to him, "Thank you."

Zhong Heng looked at him, "You're welcome."

Zhu Shen couldn't help but glanced at him from the corner of his eye, pretending to be casual and said, "You're quite nice to your marriage partner."

He didn't raise his head, and his hands didn't stop moving, his expression was as relaxed as possible, without showing the slightest tentative flaw.

Zhong Heng added sugar to the porridge, so it tasted sweet, but when he asked this, he felt that the porridge was sour like vinegar.

Zhong Heng treats him well only because he is Zhong Heng's marriage partner.

He knew very well in his heart that right now he was only asking these words out of his mouth with the help of his confused mind when he first woke up and the troubled pain in his stomach.

Zhong Heng glanced at him, covered the quilt for him, and went to the window to draw the curtains tightly.

Zhu Shen's eyes followed Zhong Heng's footsteps all the time, but Zhong Heng didn't say a word.

Zhu Shen couldn't help lowering his head and thinking, if it wasn't Zhu Shen who married Zhong Heng today but someone else, he would probably be able to get such favor from Zhong Heng.

He raised his head and drank the remaining hot porridge in one gulp, his chest was heaving with anger, but he had nowhere to vent it.

When Zhong Heng walked in front of Zhu Shen, he found that his bowl was empty, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to take Zhu Shen's empty bowl, when Zhu Shen handed it to him, he glanced at him resentfully, and hummed softly.

Before Zhong Heng could react, Zhu Shen got into the quilt and wrapped himself up.

His temper is inexplicable, like a child who couldn't get the eyes of the person he liked in elementary school.

Zhong Heng stood where he was, faintly aware that Zhu Shen seemed a little angry.

He was at a loss, but he didn't know what to do.

After a long time, he said, "I only have you as my marriage partner."

Someone was secretly laughing under the quilt.

That bowl of porridge not only warmed the stomach, but also warmed the heart.

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