Quick Wear: The Sickly Boss Is Addicted to Spoiling Me

Shen Xi was already a little tired today, and with the effect of the medicine, he fell asleep in a short while.

But to be on the safe side, Shen Xunzhi entered the room where Shen Xi was a quarter of an hour later.

At this moment, the room was dark and there was no light.

When Shen Xunzhi came to the bed, he gently waved his left hand, and a faint spiritual power overflowed from his fingertips. In an instant, the lanterns that had been extinguished long ago and hung in the four corners of the room lit up one by one. The soft light dispelled the darkness, making everything in the room gradually become clearly visible.

Shen Xunzhi took a deep breath and slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, his eyes fixed on the mask on Shen Xi's face that had never been taken off.

He sat on the edge of the bed and gently stroked Shen Xi's mask.

"You won't take off this mask even when you sleep. Could it be you, Master? Are you trying to hide it from me, so you won't take it off even when you sleep?"

His fingers trembled slightly. He knew very well that if he took off the mask at this moment and saw his master's face, it would mean that the feelings hidden in his heart, the silent protection and waiting for so many years were never wishful thinking.

Although Shen Xunzhi's heart had long been filled with this idea and had become extremely determined, he was still afraid when the answer was about to be revealed.

His fingers stayed above the mask for a long time without moving.

After thinking for a long time, he finally plucked up the courage to take off the mask.

Because of the effects of the medicine, Shen Xi has lost all his magic power, so he has no magic to maintain the changes in his appearance.

Although he had prepared himself mentally, when the face he had been longing for appeared in front of him, his heart was still filled with excitement and surprise.

"Master...it's really you..."

Shen Xunzhi's voice trembled slightly, as light as a dream talk, fearing that this was just a fragile dream, and if he spoke a little louder, it would break this beautiful picture.

His eyes unconsciously became red, and memories of the past came flooding in like a tide, completely drowning him.

Once upon a time, the master danced with the sword under the peach tree, his robes fluttering and the sword shadows blazing, every move was engraved in his young heart; in the library, the master explained to him the key points of those obscure ancient books in a soft voice, and his warm breath lingered around him; and that time in the secret realm, the master protected him tightly behind his back when he was injured, and that determined back became his memory that he missed countless times in his midnight dreams.

And now, this face that he had been dreaming about was right within reach. Time did not seem to have left too many traces on Master's face. He was still as cold and outstanding as ever. The charm between his eyebrows and eyes was like a brand, deeply imprinted in Shen Xunzhi's heart.

He just stared blankly, breathing very lightly and slowly, as if he was afraid of disturbing the person in front of him.

After a long time, Shen Xunzhi slowly leaned down and gently rested his head on Shen Xi's pillow. His eyes never left Shen Xi's face. The corners of his mouth unconsciously rose, revealing the purest and happiest smile in these years.

Excitement surged like a tide, and at this moment, the boy's love could no longer be concealed.

Young people's love is inherently passionate and sincere, like tender buds breaking through the soil in spring, which will try their best to grow towards the sun even if they are crushed by huge rocks; like bright fireflies in the summer night, which will flash unique light in the darkness even if their light is dim; like maple leaves dancing in the autumn wind, which will burn their passion in the most beautiful posture even if they know they are about to fall; like a fire buried deep under the winter snow, which will always carry a scorching temperature even if it is covered by ice and snow, waiting to burst out when the ice and snow melt.

Shen Xunzhi just leaned quietly on Shen Xi's pillow. Time seemed to stand still at this moment. The only things in his world were Shen Xi's even breathing and the face that made him intoxicated.

After a long time, he slowly stood up, but his eyes were still focused on Shen Xi, as if he wanted to use his eyes to carefully describe the person in front of him thousands of times, engrave it into the depths of his soul, forever indelible.

He raised his hand slightly, as if wanting to touch Shen Xi's eyebrows, but stopped in mid-air, fearing that he would offend the person he had been thinking about day and night.

In the end, he just gently tucked the corner of the quilt for Shen Xi, his movements so gentle as if he was protecting the most precious treasure in the world.

Outside the window, the moonlight is like water, shining onto the windowsill through the mottled shadows of the trees, as if covering the quiet night with a layer of silver gauze.

That cramped wooden chair ended up being empty for the entire night.

Because he trusted the medicine that Shen Xi prepared himself too much, Shen Xunzhi lay beside him all night.

What was different from the past was that Shen Xunzhi fell asleep with his arms around him the whole night.

"Master, you disguised yourself and stayed by my side, is it because you can't bear to leave me?"