Winter mornings are chilly, but the interior is as warm as spring. The gentle sunlight poured onto a bulging bag on the bed, and with a slight flipping sound, the quilt slowly slid to the side, and then stretched out the quilt with one hand, pulling the quilt back again, and suppressing the restless man along the way.

Zhou Xuan pulled his eyelids impatiently, but he couldn't open them. The quilts of the two people looked a little hot under the heat, Zhou Xuan snorted almost inaudibly, indulged in sleep, and couldn't break free from the arms of the people around him, and finally only hit the person in his arms angrily.

There was a familiar atmosphere around, and the heat was not very unbearable, Zhou Xuan arched his body, stuck to the warm body of the man, and after a while, he fell asleep again.

The people around him slowly opened their eyes, brushed away the broken hair on Zhou Xuan's forehead, and quietly looked at his sleeping face.

By the time Zhou Xuan woke up, it was already two hours later.

Confused, he looked at the person looking at him in front of him, blinked, and blinked. Zhou Xuan opened his mouth for a long time, and finally only showed a flattering smile.

"Don't." Ye Zhiyuan also showed a smile, but it made people shudder. The hand gently patted Zhou Xuan's face, "Don't play poverty for me." ”

After speaking, he turned over and got out of bed, looking down at Zhou Xuan condescendingly, "You'd better give me an explanation, otherwise this matter won't be over, dear little guy." ”

Zhou Xuan couldn't laugh anymore.

When Zhou Xuan limped out of the door, he realized that the fall he had taken last night was just a piece of skin that had been scratched, and after the fumigation of the hot bath, it was now red, swollen and inflamed, painful and uncomfortable.

It's a disaster.

Zhou Xuan pursed his lips, and as soon as he closed the door, he heard Zhao Xiuwen's gentle and enthusiastic voice.

"Are you awake? Come and have breakfast. ”

Zhou Xuanpestle was stunned for a while, and walked over slowly.

"Little ...... What about Ye Zhiyuan? Hey, don't look at me like that, I didn't say anything. Zhao Xiuwen hurriedly handed over an omelette.

Of course, Zhou Xuan knew that he hadn't said it, otherwise Ye Zhiyuan would have asked him to explain something.

"Thank you, Brother Wen."

I don't know when Ye Zhiyuan came over last night, he didn't feel it at all. It was fragrant to sleep with someone in his arms, and he could see a small pool of unknown water stains left on Ye Zhiyuan's shoulder.

"Isn't it delicious?"

Only then did Zhou Xuan notice that he had been poking at that omelette, and it was no longer formed.

"No, no, no!" Zhou Xuan hurriedly waved his hand, forked the omelette and just took a bite of it, and his hand was grabbed.

Ye Zhiyuan grabbed his claws, stood beside him, and ate the fried egg in a few bites with Zhou Xuan's hand with an expressionless face. Zhou Xuan looked at him, then at the empty plate, and his gaze fell awkwardly on Zhao Xiuwen's smiling face.

"Ye, Ye Zhiyuan......" Zhou Xuan shouted in a low voice.

Someone who was obviously still angry didn't want to talk to him. After saying hello to Zhao Xiuwen, he walked straight into the kitchen. Leaving Zhou Xuan to put down his half-raised hand stupidly.

There was some movement in the kitchen. Zhao Xiuwen listened attentively and looked at Zhou Xuan thoughtfully: "I haven't seen him so childish for a long time."

Zhou Xuan didn't know what to answer, so he only smiled lightly. was at a loss, and Ye Zhiyuan walked out with a glass of milk.

Put it in front of him.

"You have a bad stomach, don't eat fried eggs. Start with a glass of warm milk and cook millet porridge. It was obviously a word of concern, but the tone of the voice was more like a reprimand.

Zhou Xuan hurriedly took it and drank it carefully. The smell of warm milk was very strong, Zhou Xuan buried his head, and accidentally leaked a little smile.

Zhao Xiuwen watched their interaction from the side, and silently handed the fried bacon eggs to Ye Zhiyuan, as well as a glass of juice.

"Thank you."

……

Zhou Xuan still likes Zhao Xiuwen a lot, gentle and polite, as bright and comfortable as the sun in October. Unlike Xu Yun and Ye Zhiyuan, although their personalities don't make him hateful, they are clearly stabbing people. always felt that Zhao Xiuwen could be friends with them, which was forced in a large sense.

"What are you smirking at?" Ye Zhiyuan hadn't been rummaging for anything since he came back, and at this moment, he was standing in front of him, looking at him impatiently.

"Ah, I didn't think about anything. It's just that I'm happy when I get home. Zhou Xuan snorted a few times. Habit is sometimes really a very powerful existence, although they lived in the previous apartment for a few years, but once they get used to the current residence, the previous one is not as good as the current one. As if he suddenly thought of something, Zhou Xuan asked again, "That...... I see that Brother Wen seems to be living in that room? ”

Ye Zhiyuan lifted his eyelids and squatted down: "Lift the trouser legs."

"Huh?"

Unable to wait for Zhou Xuan's action, Ye Zhiyuan did it himself. Rolled up the pant leg along the fair, smooth ankle above the knee, revealing the wound that had been turned open to the flesh.

Ye Zhiyuan looked at the wound, raised his eyebrows and glanced at Zhou Xuan, and silently took out the hydrogen peroxide, cotton balls, and red potion in the box.

"It's not as painful as it seems...... Hiss, you tap! ”

Of course it hurts when the hydrogen peroxide is sprinkled on the wound, Ye Zhiyuan didn't pay attention to Zhou Xuan's coaxing, looked at the small bubbles that bubbled up, cleaned them up carefully with cotton balls, frowned, and just subconsciously slowed down his movements.

When everything was dealt with, Ye Zhiyuan raised his eyes and looked at Zhou Xuan, whose painful eyes were a little red.

"You can't just tap?" Zhou Xuan sniffed and sat up slightly straight. In fact, it doesn't hurt so much, it's nothing compared to a boy, he just habitually wants to be coquettish.

Ye Zhiyuan looked at him fixedly for a while, then lowered his eyes to look at the wound that had been bandaged.

Nothing can be seen in the gauze. But Xu was really in pain, and Zhou Xuan's feet were still trembling slightly. Ye Zhiyuan paused, reached out to wrap his thin ankle, and gently rubbed it.

Zhou Xuan's sniffing voice became a little quieter.

"Why didn't you answer the phone last night?" It took a long time before Ye Zhiyuan asked.

“…… I didn't see it. Zhou Xuan bit his lip and slowly slid down the sofa, "Don't be angry, okay?" ”

"Not good."

"I ......"

"I said it, Zhou Xuan." Ye Zhiyuan furrowed his brows, and there was a thin anger in his voice: "Nine o'clock." But it's clear that you're taking my words on deaf ears. "It's okay if he wasn't punctual, and he actually got rid of the bodyguards placed next to him.

God knows how angry he was when he got the call!

"How did I know this was going to happen...... I promise there will be no next time, okay? Here he was again, with a pitiful expression, as if he had bullied him.

Ye Zhiyuan stretched out his hand, Zhou Xuan shrank his neck in fright, and the person also leaned back.

Ye Zhiyuan's hand stopped in mid-air: "You think I want to hit you?"

"It's not!" Zhou Xuan nodded violently again, "Even if it is, it should be beaten!" ”

"Should I say you're responsible enough or do you owe it?" Ye Zhiyuan didn't really want to be angry with him, so he smiled, put his hand on his deaf head, and stroked a few hairs that Zhou Xuan had raised.