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Yan Wujing reached out and handed the bathrobe to An Xiaojing. An Xiaojing carefully took the bathrobe handed to him by Yan Wujing with his head. Just as he turned around and was about to close the door, Yan Wujing behind him suddenly fell in, and the bathroom door slammed open. So wide open.

Yan Wujing actually pretended to fall and crash into the bathroom on purpose, but because he acted so realistically, An Xiaojing couldn't tell that he did it on purpose.

An Xiaojing saw that the skin on Yan Wujing's knee was torn a little, he didn't care whether he had put on his bathrobe or not, and first knelt down to care about Yan Wujing's injury.

"Does your knee hurt? I see that your fall is very solid."

Yan Wujing smiled softly, shook his head, and said, "It's okay, it's just a small injury, I'm fine."

After saying nothing, he pretended to stand up with difficulty, with a painful expression on his face. Seeing this, An Xiaojing stepped forward to support him worriedly.

"Are you really all right? Did you fall to your knee? You didn't fall off your knee, did you?"

"I'm really fine, why don't you help me sit on the bed and rest for a while?"

"it is good."

An Xiaojing helped Yan Wujing to the side of the bed and sat down. He completely forgot that he hadn't put on his bathrobe yet.

Yan Wujing stared at An Xiaojing intently as if looking at a perfect piece of art.

"What are you looking at me like that for? Where's the medicinal wine? Let me wipe your knees for you, so that there's nothing wrong with the fall."

"No, just rest for a while and see you. You can go get dressed first."

When Yan Wujing said this, An Xiaojing suddenly remembered that he didn't seem to be wearing a bathrobe yet.

He looked down at himself, and his expression was instantly petrified with fright.

An Xiaojing swallowed in embarrassment, and ran back to the bathroom to put on the bathrobe with a bang.

When An Xiaojing returned to the bedside again, Yan Wujing was already lying on the bed covered with a quilt.

Yan Wujing sat on the head of the bed, watched An Xiaojing gently pat the empty seat beside him, and said softly: "Xiao Jing, don't you have to get up early tomorrow to live broadcast? Why don't you hurry up and rest?"

"Huh? Oh."

An Xiaojing walked to the edge of the bed by accident and sat in. Now he is more and more used to sharing the bed with Yan Wujing.

When did this feeling change?

Why don't you hate having an extra man by your side?

……

After An Xiaojing fell asleep, Yan Wujing quietly hugged him from behind.

He took a deep breath, smelling the unique body fragrance on the back of An Xiaojing's neck, feeling An Xiaojing's temperature and the steady heartbeat.

Only at this moment, Yan Wujing felt that he was really in possession of An Xiaojing, and only when he hugged An Xiaojing, would he not feel that waiting for someone was suffering.

He brought his thin lips close to An Xiaojing's earlobe, touched his earlobe and the back of his neck lightly, and said softly: "Xiaojing, don't make me wait too long, I'm afraid I will be impatient."

Yan Wujing gently stroked An Xiaojing's soft short hair, then hugged An Xiaojing and closed his eyes and fell asleep.

……

The next day...

When An Xiaojing woke up, seeing Yan Wujing hugging himself from behind, he was stunned for a moment, but soon regained his composure.

If it was before, An Xiaojing would definitely be frightened, but after so many habits, it seems to be the same thing.

An Xiaojing pushed Yan Wujing with his elbow, and said, "When are you going to let me go? I'm going to get up."

"Huh?" Yan Wujing rubbed his sleepy eyes, "Are you awake? Are you hungry? Let me make you breakfast, okay?"