After becoming the personal model of the boss

Zhou Shang'an unconsciously folded the towel in his hand.

He Xiancheng sat on the chair next to him, waiting patiently for his answer.

Zhou Shang'an lowered his head, clasped the towel on his fingertips, and finally made a nasal sound of "hmm" after a while.

He Xiancheng didn't speak, suddenly got up again and walked outside.

Zhou Shang'an quickly raised his head, and He Xiancheng's back was slender and straight, and he disappeared after turning a corner in the living room.

He came back with a glass in his hand.

Zhou Shang'an saw the quilt filled with white liquid being handed to him by He Xiancheng, and he smelled a sweet and greasy fragrance of milk.

He Xiancheng said: "There is no more Coke, let's drink."

Zhou Shangan stared at the small white bubbles on the milk, and was stunned.

He Xiancheng still held the milk in his hand, "Drink it and take a bath."

Only then did Zhou Shangan look at He Xiancheng with wide eyes, "Huh?"

He Xiancheng looked at him, and suddenly smiled, and stretched out his hand to push back the wet hair on his forehead, "Do you have to drink iced Coke?"

He Xiancheng's smile was so bright that Zhou Shangan was taken aback when he saw it, and after a while his cheeks were burning hot before he realized it and lowered his eyes.

"No, no..."

He hurriedly held the glass and took a sip. The glass covered half of his face, revealing a pair of wet eyes looking at He Xiancheng.

The milk is a bit hot, but the heat is acceptable, and the body warms up instantly after drinking it.

Zhou Shangan put down the cup, licked the milk stains on her lips with the tip of her tongue, and said in a low voice, "I...I'll just stay here for one night."

He Xiancheng said "hmm".

Zhou Shang'an sipped milk, but he didn't really like drinking milk.

He Xiancheng said: "Go take a shower after drinking."

Zhou Shangan nodded.

After drinking the milk, He Xiancheng had already returned to the bedroom. Zhou Shangan walked to the door, and saw He Xiancheng leaning on the back of the bed, with his legs folded together and stretched leisurely, with a notebook on his lap.

"Are you busy?" Zhou Shangan asked in a low voice.

He Xiancheng looked up at him, "No."

This was the first time Zhou Shangan saw He Xiancheng's bedroom, it was clean and tidy, with a desk by the balcony.

There's a fuzzy thing in the corner.

It's a cat, black and small in size.

Zhou Shangan said, "You still have a cat?"

He Xiancheng said "hmm".

He was a little surprised, and hadn't seen him for a few days.

"Can I have a look?" Zhou Shangan pointed at the cat.

"Go."

The cat raised its eyelids and glanced at Zhou Shangan, then closed them again.

Zhou Shangan squatted down next to him, and found that the cat looked familiar.

He suddenly opened his eyes wide, which was almost exactly the same as the one in the background photo of He Xiancheng's circle of friends.

"What's its name?" Zhou Shangan put his hands on the cat's head carefully.

"Ao Dai." He Xiancheng's voice was calm.

Zhou Shangan laughed out loud, "Did you name it?"

He Xiancheng looked at him without saying a word.

He picked up Ao Dai and looked at its beautiful golden pupils, "Audrey Hepburn among cats? Meow?"

Ao Dai also opened her mouth, "Meow—" and her beard trembled as if responding to Zhou Shang'an's words.

When Zhou Shangan looked at He Xiancheng excitedly, he found that He Xiancheng was also looking at this side, as if he had been looking at this side all the time.

At some point in his hand he lit a cigarette, blurring his facial features, He Xiancheng said in a low voice, "Go take a bath first, you are all wet."

Only then did Zhou Shang'an remember his purpose of coming to the room to find He Xiancheng, he put down Ao Dai, "Oh yes, do you have any more towels?"

"Yes." He Xiancheng got up and walked towards the closet next to him.

Zhou Shang'an rubbed Ao Dai's head again, before walking over to look for He Xiancheng.

He suddenly saw a pair of very familiar trousers in a row of hanging clothes, grabbed a pair of trousers and pulled them out, and found that they were the soiled trousers that he used to come to He Xiancheng again as an excuse.

Zhou Shangan turned to look at He Xiancheng, a little surprised, "This..."

He Xiancheng had already found the towel, and when he saw the trousers in Zhou Shangan's hand, he smiled, "Are you staying here to wear them for me?"

Zhou Shang'an blushed for no reason.

He had completely forgotten about it, and when he thought that He Xiancheng might have washed it himself, his face became even hotter, "No, no," he carefully smoothed his trousers and stuffed them back, "Just... first Let this go..."

He Xiancheng smiled, and stuffed the towel into his hand, "It's okay, let's take a shower first."

In the toilet, Zhou Shangan stood under the shower, and the water vapor filled the entire bathroom.

He raised his head and closed his eyes, let the water hit his face, only the sound of slopping water could be heard in his ears, his mood was surprisingly calm at this moment.

When the sound of water stopped, there was a knock on the bathroom door.

He Xiancheng's voice came in, "Here, clothes."

Only then did Zhou Shang'an realize that he forgot to ask if there were any more pajamas.

Through the crack of the door, He Xiancheng saw Zhou Shangan's half body exposed, his face was soaked in water vapor and was white and delicate, and his cheeks were also a little red.

He closed his eyes slightly, and handed the clothes to Zhou Shangan.

There is only one bed in He Xiancheng's bedroom, and Zhou Shangan consciously went to the sofa in the studio after taking a shower.

The sofa was narrow and hard, Zhou Shangan was not used to it, he tossed and turned for a long time without falling asleep, occasionally the faces of Zhou Chuxiong and that woman would come to his mind.

He was a little irritable, and his heart seemed to be a little empty again.

After an unknown amount of time, the lights in He Xiancheng's room were also turned off. Without the light coming in, the studio became much darker in an instant.

Zhou Shang'an pulled up the quilt on his body, covering half of his face, only revealing a pair of eyes, looking at the blurred outline of the furniture in the dim light of the street lamp.

He closed his eyes and fell asleep until the drowsiness hit violently. He slept very restlessly.

In the dream, he also dreamed that Zhou Chuxiong came to He Xiansheng's house to look for him, but Zhou Chuxiong actually sat by the sofa and looked at him worriedly.

Zhou Shang'an opened his eyes in a daze, and saw that there was really someone in front of him, "Dad..."

His voice was hoarse, and he realized that his throat was very dry when he spoke.

The figure looked at him without speaking.

Zhou Shangan closed his eyes tightly and then opened them again. After a while, he realized that the person in front of him was not Zhou Chuxiong, but He Xiancheng.

He froze for a moment, and found that he was no longer on the sofa, but lying on He Xiancheng's bed.

He didn't know when and how it came, but he didn't feel it at all.

He Xiancheng reached out and touched his forehead, "Is it burnt?"

Zhou Shang'an's face became hot, and he opened his mouth, his throat hurt even more.

He Xiancheng withdrew his hand, seeming to blame, "You didn't wake up when I called you in the morning, and you didn't even know you had a fever?"

As soon as He Xiancheng said, Zhou Shangan also had a headache.

My head was so dizzy last night that I couldn't even notice.

He licked his dry lips embarrassingly.

"Get up and take the medicine first." He Xiancheng took the medicine from the bedside table, and poured a cup of hot water from the thermos.

Probably because he hadn't woken up yet, Zhou Shang'an looked at He Xiancheng's series of coherent movements, and was a little dazed.

He felt something was weird but couldn't explain why.