Quick Wear: The Sickly Boss Is Addicted to Spoiling Me

Song Yian's eyes were fixed on Shen Xi, and the emotions in his heart were like a surging tide that could not be contained.

He suddenly pushed Shen Xi against the wall and kissed him passionately.

Shen Xi was startled for a moment, then immersed in this passionate kiss. "Well..."

Shen Xi was kissed so hard that he was almost breathless, and Song Yian reluctantly let him go.

Song Yian's eyes were filled with worry and fear, and he said with a trembling voice: "Xixi... I'm really, really scared. I'm afraid that you'll really leave with that pretty boy. What should I do?"

Shen Xi looked at the nervous person in front of him and felt speechless.

He thought to himself: 'Who said I wasn't jealous? I thought, how could it be so easy to pass? It turns out that it was waiting for me here.'

Shen Xi smiled lightly and said, "I was just teasing you. Do you think he has better grades than you or is prettier than you? Why should I leave such a good boyfriend and look for someone else?"

At this moment, Song Yian was like a dog with its fur standing on end, his face full of grievance and uneasiness.

Shen Xi shook his head helplessly, knowing that he had to deal with the trouble he had caused himself. "Okay, I was wrong. I won't tease you again next time. Who knows how my Ayi can resist being teased?"

When Song Yian heard the word "my home", his mood instantly improved a lot, but he didn't want to let the matter go so quickly.

"Then Xixi, how are you going to compensate me?"

Shen Xi raised his eyebrows, and slowly stroked Song Yi'an's Adam's apple with his fingers, and said with a hint of teasing: "How does Ayi want me to compensate you?"

The atmosphere between the two gradually became hot, and an ambiguous atmosphere filled the air.

However, in the end they restrained themselves and did not do anything excessive.

After kissing for a while, the two went home hand in hand.

Every time, the stairs on the fifth floor seemed to become the dividing line between the two of them. Over time, Song Yian began to hate that staircase.

"Xixi, can I sleep at your house tonight?"

Shen Xi thought about how he had just made Song Yi'an suffer so much injustice, and he couldn't refuse Song Yi'an's expectant face. "Okay."

Song Yian didn't expect Shen Xi to agree so easily, his face was almost broken with laughter.

But he still couldn't believe it, so he plucked up the courage to ask again.

"Really?"

"believe or not."

Shen Xi pretended to be angry, ignored him, opened the door and went back to his room.

"Believe it."

As Song Yian spoke, he followed him and closed the door.

After entering the room, Shen Xi said to Song Yian, "Stay here first, I'll take a shower."

Song Yian had no awareness that he was an outsider at all. He treated the place as his own home and sat directly on the bed.

"it is good."

Only after Shen Xi entered the bathroom did Song Yian walk to the desk and take out his homework to do.

Shen Xi took a really fast shower and came out in just over ten minutes.

As soon as Song Yian heard the noise, he immediately stood up, then quickly walked to Shen Xi, took the towel from his hand, and gently wiped his hair.

“Do you have a hair dryer?”

Song Yian asked softly.

“No, I didn’t buy it.”

Shen Xi shook his head slightly.

Song Yian frowned and said distressedly: "It's not good to have wet hair. It's easy to catch a cold."

"I'll go buy it tomorrow."

"No."

Song Yian handed the towel in his hand back to Shen Xi.

"Xixi, wait for me. I'll go back and get it and come back right away."

After Song Yian finished speaking, he turned around and hurried out. Shen Xi looked at his departing back, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and a warm feeling surged in his heart.

After a while, Song Yian ran back panting, holding a hair dryer in his hand.

He walked to Shen Xi, plugged in the power cord, and carefully blew Shen Xi's hair. The warm wind blew through Shen Xi's hair and also into his heart.

"Ayi, why are you so fast?" Shen Xi asked.

Song Yian smiled and said, "I was afraid you would catch a cold, so I ran back."

Shen Xi's hair dried quickly under Song Yi'an's careful care. Song Yi'an put down the hair dryer and gently hugged Shen Xi.

"Xixi, don't scare me again." Song Yian's voice was gentle but firm.

Shen Xi hugged Song Yian back and nodded. "Okay, I understand."

The two of them sat on the bed, hugging each other, enjoying this peaceful and beautiful moment. The moonlight outside the window sprinkled on them, as if covering them with a layer of gentle gauze.