Quick Wear: The Sickly Boss Is Addicted to Spoiling Me

Shen Xi looked calm and said in a light tone: "Just one request. You have already used it. So I can refuse your request."

When Shen Xunzhi heard this, the excitement flashing in his eyes did not diminish at all, but became even brighter.

His quick-witted mind turned in an instant, and he thought to himself: Master said "you don't have to agree", which is not a clear rejection. This means that I still have room for maneuver and there is still hope.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he was just about to use his tried-and-true trick of acting like a spoiled child, but before he could finish his words, he saw Shen Xi standing up.

He left the bath swiftly, picked up the clothes beside him and put them on.

"It's getting late. I'll leave first." Shen Xi's voice was calm. After he finished speaking, he strode out the door without hesitation. His departing back seemed particularly determined.

Only Shen Xun was left standing in the medicinal bath pool emitting a faint blue light, his eyes wide open, full of astonishment and confusion. He kept muttering in his heart: "The atmosphere was so good just now, and the master was also very friendly, how could it suddenly change in an instant?"

At this moment, he was completely unaware that it was he who broke the originally harmonious and warm atmosphere.

Shen Xi's departure instantly wiped out Shen Xunzhi's interest in taking a bath. After all, at this moment, his mind was entirely focused on how to strike while the iron is hot and press on with his victory.

Thinking of this, he quickly stood up from the medicinal bath, quickly formed seals with his hands, and cast a spell. The wet bathrobe flashed with light, and instantly turned into a set of dry and clean clothes.

Shen Xi had just returned to the room when there was a knock on the door behind him.

He knew who was coming without even thinking. He sighed, took a few steps forward helplessly, and opened the door that he had just closed.

"It's getting late. Why are you looking for me instead of taking a rest?"

Shen Xunzhi put his hands behind his back, looked down, and spoke in a weak voice.

"Master didn't say whether he would agree to me just now?"

"There's none?"

Shen Xi recalled what he had just said and instantly understood that he had been taken advantage of by the person in front of him.

"You're playing word games with me with just one sentence. You're really..."

Shen Xi, who originally wanted to refuse directly, seemed to suddenly think of something, changed the subject, and nodded in agreement.

The expectant expression on Shen Xunzhi's face immediately turned into doubt, although he was expecting Shen Xi to agree to him.

But he didn't think it would be so easy.

"Master, did I hear you correctly? You promised me?"

He still couldn't believe his ears, so he asked again.

Shen Xi did not answer him directly, but turned and went into the house.

"You heard wrong, don't come in."

Shen Xunzhi stood at the door, stunned for a moment, then realized that his master was playing a trick on him again.

He was not annoyed, but instead raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a sly smile, and followed in shamelessly, muttering: "Master, please stop teasing me, I know you agreed."

Shen Xi looked at him helplessly, walked to the table and sat down, poured a cup of tea, took a sip, and said, "Since you have agreed, this is only the first time, and it won't happen again."

Shen Xunzhi's eyes lit up and he nodded quickly and replied, "Disciple understands, thank you, Master!" Then he moved closer to Shen Xi, looking obedient and pleasing.

The room was quiet. The moonlight shone through the window onto the bed, outlining the figures of the two people.

Tonight, the situation changed quietly. Shen Xi lay on the inside while Shen Xunzhi leaned on the outside. The bed was neither too big nor too small, just enough to accommodate both of them. However, the distance between them was so close that there was almost no space. Their breaths intertwined and entangled, adding a subtle atmosphere to the night.

Shen Xi had already closed his eyes, trying to let himself fall asleep, but Shen Xunzhi beside him was so excited that he could not fall asleep. He keenly caught Shen Xi's steady but pretending to be asleep breathing, and after hesitating for a long time, he still spoke softly: "Master, I can't sleep..." The voice was cautious and sounded particularly clear in the silent room.

Shen Xi wanted to ignore it. Over the years, he had long been accustomed to sleeping alone, and he had indulged the little guy a lot during the day. But a thought suddenly flashed through his mind. In a few days, Shen Xunzhi would leave, and he didn't know when he would see him again. His heart softened, and he finally opened his eyes, looking straight into Shen Xunzhi's expectant gaze.

"Then what do you want to do?"

Shen Xunzhi pursed his lips slightly, with a hint of timidity and desire in his eyes, and said softly: "Master, can you tell me a story like before?"

My thoughts drifted back to the past. When Shen Xunzhi was a child, he would always tremble with fear every time there was thunder and lightning on rainy nights, and then he would stay in Shen Xi's room for a month.

At that time, relying on his young age, he would do his best to pester Shen Xi to tell him bedtime stories every day.

Although Shen Xi felt somewhat helpless, he could not resist him, so he relied on his memory to turn his past experiences into stories, which included his travels, his adventures, as well as his growth and insights.

Now, as time flies, many years have passed in a flash, and Shen Xunzhi feels a little uneasy, unsure whether Shen Xi will still agree to his somewhat childish request.

But he changed his mind and thought: "Master has agreed to all the requests I made today. Maybe Master will not refuse this small request?"