soul to depth

"Huh?" Ye Zhixing raised his voice, raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at Fang Xiuting playfully, "Don't just say it with your mouth, get up and try."

Fang Xiuting, who was obviously underestimated, really refused to accept it. He was about to get up with his hands propped up on the bed, and the muscles in his waist were involved. The silent soreness immediately made his movements freeze.

Cursing secretly in his heart, in order not to embarrass a certain gentleman, he resisted to sit up, but the moment his feet stepped on the ground, Fang Xiuting's legs suddenly went limp. If it wasn't for Ye Zhixing's quick reaction, he appointed fell to the ground.

After being supported by Ye Zhixing back to the ground, Fang Xiuting stared at his feet, full of disbelief. Now he feels that he is a "soft-legged shrimp" through and through, and he can't even stand firmly , let alone get up!

"Mr. Ye." Fang Xiuting let Ye Zhixing cover himself with the quilt for massage, looked straight at Ye Zhixing with a clear smile on his face, and said in a very serious voice, "Your strength is worthy of permission, but you are now Do I have to stop the smile on my face, it makes me feel very humiliated!"

When he said this, the smile on Ye Zhixing's face became even bigger, he smiled, and even laughed out loud. Fang Xiuting looked at him pretending to be angry, but he failed in less than three seconds. Laughing, holding his waist while laughing, humming: "Ye Zhixing, stop laughing, I... my waist, ouch, hahaha, stop laughing."

He laughed so much that his waist and abdomen were sore, and he really performed for Ye Zhixing what it means to be dumbfounded.

Seeing that he was really uncomfortable, Ye Zhixing stopped teasing, coughed twice to suppress his smile, covered Xiu Ting's waist with a warm handband, and rubbed gently: "Okay, okay, I won't laugh anymore."

No one teased him, Fang Xiuting quickly regained his strength, and turned over on his stomach to enjoy Ye Zhixing's after-sales service.

Ye Zhixing's massage was a real massage, he didn't move around a bit, but would occasionally lean over Fang Xiuting's hair, and place a superficial kiss on Fang Xiuting's neck and side face.

"What do you want to eat? I'll have someone bring it over."

Fang Xiuting was relaxed by Ye Zhixing's pressure, and the tiredness driven away by hunger surged up again. He rubbed in a daze, and muttered, "I want to eat what you made."

His voice was very soft, but fortunately Ye Zhixing was close, otherwise, he would not have heard it at all.

To be honest, his request was very capricious. After all, they didn't know each other well and they were in a hotel, so there was no place for Ye Zhixing to cook.But Ye Zhixing didn't refuse, but looked at Fang Xiuting's sleeping side face gently, and said softly, "Okay."

After pressing the button for another ten minutes, seeing that Fang Xiuting was completely asleep, Ye Zhixing went to wash up and went downstairs, negotiated with the hotel kitchen in person, and wanted to borrow their kitchen.

This was very unruly at first, but I couldn't bear the fact that the chef of the hotel was a romantic Frenchman. After hearing Ye Zhixing say that he wanted to cook for his lover, he hesitated for a while and immediately agreed.

Ye Zhixing is not a chef, and he can only cook a limited number of meals. Besides, Xiu Ting above has to eat light food now, so he cooked seafood porridge. Cooking porridge is a delicate and slow job, but Ye Zhixing did not have the slightest impatience. Waited for more than an hour before the stove.

After cooking the porridge, he served the porridge in a bowl like a chef, and then put it on the tray.

"Mercibeaucoup. (Thank you very much.)" He held the tray and thanked the chef.

The chef smiled and blinked: "Quetusoisheureux. (I wish you happiness.)"

Ye Zhixing nodded with a smile, left the kitchen, and took the elevator back to his room.

The hotel in the early morning was very quiet, Ye Zhixing was alone in the elevator, there was no need to stop halfway, it arrived in a short while.

Fang Xiuting was still awake when he returned to the room, and after placing the tray on the small mobile table next to the bed, he leaned over and woke Fang Xiuting softly.

Fang Xiuting fell into a deep sleep, and opened his eyes in a daze after being called several times.

"Get up and drink porridge."

Ye Zhixing sat on the edge of the bed and carefully helped Fang Xiuting up. Fang Xiuting finally regained his composure, pinched the base of his nose, picked up a spoon and drank slowly.

The porridge is very finely boiled, with a strong aroma, it melts in the mouth, and there is no drop left in a bowl.

Of course, a normal adult man can't be satisfied with a bowl of porridge, but in his heart, eating too much food is not good for his stomach in the middle of the night, so Ye Zhixing just asked him to pad his stomach first and eat it at dawn.

Fang Xiuting drank with warmth in his stomach, leaned on Ye Zhixing's shoulder with a smile, and said softly, "Mr. Ye, thank you."

Thank you for your hard work and traveling thousands of miles.

Thank you for being gentle and cooking this bowl of porridge for me.

Ye Zhixing heard the meaning of Fang Xiuting's words, smiled and kissed Fang Xiuting's hair tenderly, "You're welcome, my Doctor Fang."

The atmosphere was harmonious, Ye Zhixing packed his things, changed his clothes and fell asleep with Fang Xiuting in his arms, but Ye Zhixing woke up from the heat not long after sleeping.

Fang Xiuting in his arms was blushing, his brows were slightly frowned, and his whole body was hot like a stove.

Ye Zhixing woke up in an instant, sat up suddenly, put his hand on Fang Xiuting's forehead, and called out "Xiu Ting" softly a few times, without a doubt, he didn't get any response.

Ever since he was a child, Ye Zhixing had never taken care of anyone. Fang Xiuting's fever made him feel at a loss for a while, and his mind went blank.After a while, he took out his mobile phone and called a doctor friend of his in New York.

"Where are you, ken? Can you come to FourSeasons now?"

Before they had time to ask, Ye Zhixing went straight to the point.

"Ye?" Ken's resentment of being woken up disappeared in an instant, and he asked in surprise, "Are you in New York?"

Ye Zhixing was a little impatient, and hummed in a very coping manner: "That's right, can you come over now? My wife has a fever right now, and I don't have a thermometer, so I don't know how to ask questions."

Although fever is not a big deal in Ken's eyes, he couldn't help becoming nervous when he heard Ye Zhixing's nervous tone, so much so that he completely forgot to ask Ye Zhixing when he had a lover until he rushed to the hotel and watched Ye Zhixing didn't think of this until after he fed Fang Xiuting the medicine.

"It's not Ye, he's your lover?"

Ken is a Chinese-American, and he can speak Chinese very well, but since he lived abroad since he was a child, his tone has risen from time to time, which seems a bit exaggerated.

Ye Zhixing nodded, "Yes, my lover Fang Xiuting."

"God!" Ken exclaimed, "You are so amazing, he is my sister's god!"

"Male god?" Ye Zhixing took a sip of water, a little surprised by Ken's words.