Dressed as the mortal enemy of the sick and charming male protagonist

The hand holding the bag curled up unconsciously. Just as he was thinking about explaining something, he turned his eyes to the side as if nothing had happened, and didn't intend to ask.

Qi Song held back the words he was going to explain.

As soon as he sat on the sofa, a glass of warm water was placed in front of him, and the service... was very attentive.

He was so obedient and cooperative, but all the words Qi Song had prepared were in vain.

"Hey, I'm taking medicine, don't you ask me? So...don't care about me?" Qi Song asked tentatively.

Shen Ci took the cup and sat beside him, and said in a nonchalant tone, "How should I ask?"

Ah this...

"You...shouldn't you ask me what's wrong?" Qi Song asked nervously.

Shen Ci said in a calm tone: "Didn't Lu Yan say before that your sleep and energy are not good, and the bottle is written, what you already know, do you still need to ask?"

Qi Song glanced at those bottles and cans. Although he said so, he always felt that something was wrong, but since he said so, there was no need for him to struggle anymore. Anyway, there were many mistakes in what he said. It's good to save your excuses.

He silently poured out those medicines one by one, and placed them on the table. Some medicines cannot be mixed together, so they can only be arranged one by one like this.

Since Shen Ci doesn't care anymore, there's no need for him to hide it, because it looks suspicious instead, so it's better to be generous.

He swallowed those medicines one by one, and after the last one, the water in the cup was almost bottomed out.

Shen Ci's gaze hardly left him, and the hand holding the water cup unconsciously tightened a little.

When he finished his last sip of water, Shen Ci peeled open an orange and put it in his palm, it was a seamless connection.

Although the orange was a little sour, he felt it was very sweet in his heart, and it instantly covered up the bitterness of the medicine in his mouth.

He never thought that a man would take such good care of himself.

He put down the rest of the oranges, leaned his head on his shoulder, and said in a leisurely tone: "Shen Ci, do you sometimes feel... that this world is a little unreal?"

Shen Ci raised his big palm and stroked his hair, "It's true, but since I met you, I don't feel this way anymore."

Qi Song leaned on his shoulder, looked through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and saw the scenery outside the window. Autumn was about to pass, with withered and yellow leaves falling down the branches, but the sky was as clear as blue, very beautiful.

"Shen Ci, the two of us... In this way, have you never thought that one day we might be separated?"

"There is no such possibility, as long as I want to be with you, no one can separate us."

His tone was firm, but for no reason, he reassured Qi Song's heart.

He raised his head, with a sly smile on his face, "You're always proficient in what you say, and you won't say it before me..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt a soft touch on his lips, and those deep eyes looked at him quietly, almost sucking his whole body in.

Qi Song was dizzy from being kissed, such a lingering kiss made him almost drunk in his tenderness, and only when he got close did he notice that his lower eyelids were slightly black.

After leaving his lips, his body was tightly embraced by him. At that moment, Qi Song had an illusion, as if...

He already knew something, because this hug carried an indescribable feeling, as if... afraid of losing something.

"Didn't you ask me before, when did you like you? I'll tell you now. Four years ago... That night, when you were talking cruel words in your mouth, you were helping me treat my wound with your hands."

Fortunately, it was him.