“Blech…”
A bout of vomiting rang out, and Xie Shaoyu froze.
Looking at the person clutching his arm and bent over retching frantically, his temples twitched.
Once Jiang Yin had purged everything from his stomach, he finally felt somewhat better.
However, he was even hungrier now!
Besides hunger, he felt a wave of weakness washing over him.
The next moment, Jiang Yin’s body slid down along Xie Shaoyu’s arm, but before his knees could hit the floor, he was steadily caught and scooped up in a firm embrace by Xie Shaoyu.
“Little fox,” he called out softly.
Yet at this moment, Jiang Yin’s head was dizzy and his entire body felt chilled, causing him to instinctively shrink further into Xie Shaoyu’s arms.
Xie Shaoyu furrowed his brow, walking over quickly to push open the door and step inside.
Placing him down on the living room sofa to lie flat, Jiang Yin grabbed onto Xie Shaoyu’s clothes and refused to let go, murmuring something under his breath.
Xie Shaoyu leaned down, pressing his ear close to Jiang Yin’s lips, and faintly caught the words “essence.”
Could it really be that he’s lacking essence?
This little fox, does he really think of me as a portable charger?
How a little fox absorbs essence was something Xie Shaoyu didn’t understand, but based on his previous experience, he could only try kissing those somewhat pale lips.
He gently pried open Jiang Yin’s lips so that his own breath could better transition into the other’s body.
Jiang Yin seemed to sense Xie Shaoyu’s breath and instinctively began to suck and swallow.
Xie Shaoyu felt it once more some kind of power within his body being drawn inch by inch into Jiang Yin’s mouth.
Could this be what he calls essence?
Oddly enough, aside from a physical reaction, Xie Shaoyu didn’t feel any discomfort.
“President Xie, Dr. An has… arrived…”
The moment Cheng Shuhai walked in, he laid eyes on this spectacular scene!
He saw his own boss sitting on the edge of the sofa, hands braced on either side of Jiang Yin, leaning down in a deep kiss with him.
With lightning-fast reflexes, Cheng Shuhai spun around, grabbed Dr. An by the arm, and pulled him back toward the exit.
Goodness gracious!
What on earth had he just witnessed?!
Wasn’t he going to be silenced by his boss for this?!
“Wait a moment.” Xie Shaoyu’s voice echoed from behind the two men.
Cheng Shuhai and An Qingyu halted in their tracks.
Turning around, their expressions rather awkward, they spoke in unison: “President Xie.”
“Dr. An, come take a look at him.”
An Qingyu was the resident doctor for this villa complex, skilled in both traditional Chinese and Western medicine. Aside from performing major surgeries, his medical expertise was exceptionally solid.
Hearing Xie Shaoyu’s words, An Qingyu straightened his expression, stepped forward, and placed his fingers onto Jiang Yin’s pulse.
“Weakness of the spleen and stomach.”
Following that, he felt Jiang Yin’s forehead with his hand. “He’s also running a bit of a fever.”
He handed a thermometer from his medical kit to Xie Shaoyu.
“Nothing too major, go ahead and take his temperature.”
Then he pulled out two fever-reducing pills.
“I’ll leave you two fever-reducing pills. If his temperature exceeds thirty-eight point four degrees, give him one. Once he wakes up later, have him drink some porridge first. Keep his diet light over the next two days, avoid spicy foods, and steer clear of alcohol.”
Xie Shaoyu took the items.
“Cheng Shuhai, escort Dr. An back.”
Once the two of them departed, Xie Shaoyu frowned, gazing down at the person sleeping soundly on the sofa.
Turns out it wasn’t a lack of essence.
Recalling Jiang Yin’s earlier claim that he hadn’t eaten for three days, he finally seemed to understand why things had turned out this way!
He bent down, carefully scooped the person up in his arms, and headed upstairs.
Xie Shaoyu’s villa contained four bedrooms: a master bedroom and two guest rooms upstairs, alongside a servant’s room on the ground floor.
However, Xie Shaoyu disliked having outsiders enter his home, so he hadn’t hired any resident domestic staff, merely employing a cleaning lady to tidy up the lower floor once a week.
When Cheng Shuhai occasionally visited, he remained strictly within the downstairs living room.
Come to think of it, Jiang Yin was actually the first person ever to set foot in his private upstairs quarters.
Since the guest rooms were normally unoccupied and unmade, Xie Shaoyu carried Jiang Yin directly into his own master bedroom.
After taking his temperature thirty-eight degrees Celsius.
Xie Shaoyu went back downstairs.
He cooked some meat porridge, then telephoned property management to send someone over to clean up the puddle of vomit outside the door.
Once the porridge finished cooking and had cooled down a little, Xie Shaoyu carried the bowl upstairs.
The sleeping Jiang Yin kept his brow furrowed tightly, his fair face flushed with warmth.
Xie Shaoyu helped him up, leaning him against his chest, and coaxed him softly, “Little fox, eat a little something before you go back to sleep.”
He brought a spoonful to Jiang Yin’s lips. Keeping his eyes closed and sniffing the air, Jiang Yin caught the scent of food and instinctively parted his lips, waiting to be fed.
Before long, the bowl of porridge bottomed out. Feeling somewhat unsatisfied, Jiang Yin slowly opened his eyes.
Their gazes collided.
Jiang Yin looked bewilderedly at the human before him. Why is he saving me? Could it be that he’s afraid if I die, I won’t taste good?
“Feeling a bit better?” The man’s thin lips parted and closed.
Jiang Yin shook his head. In truth, he was already much better, but he couldn’t let this guy think he recovered too quickly.
Xie Shaoyu felt his forehead; it no longer seemed as scalding as before.
“Do you want to sleep a little longer?”
The man’s voice carried an immense gentleness that caused a subtle tremor in Jiang Yin’s heart.
This human is far too cunning. Suddenly treating me so well he must want to lower my guard, fatten me up, and then eat me!
It seemed he would need to exercise restraint and eat less around him from now on.
Seeing Jiang Yin staring blankly at him in silence and assuming he was still unwell, Xie Shaoyu laid him back down, tucked the blanket securely around him, and walked out carrying the empty bowl.
Watching Xie Shaoyu’s retreating figure, Jiang Yin quietly bared his fangs.
He had to find a way to escape from this human; staying by his side felt far too dangerous!
Lying vigilantly in bed, Jiang Yin worried that Xie Shaoyu might suddenly march back in and devour him.
Yet a long time passed, and Xie Shaoyu did not return.
Stealthily slipping out of his room, Jiang Yin peered down past the staircase banister into the living room below, spotting Xie Shaoyu sitting beside the dining table, hard at work.
Though he had no idea what the other person was doing, at this precise moment Jiang Yin genuinely thought to himself that this human looked downright bewitching.
He was even better-looking than the foxes in his own fox cave.
No wonder his essence tasted so delicious. Jiang Yin couldn’t help licking his lips. “Brother.”
His voice was faint, but the man working diligently heard him nonetheless.
Xie Shaoyu looked up and saw that Jiang Yin had somehow wandered out to the top of the stairs, frowning as he weakly clutched the banister, looking as though he might tumble down at any second.
Alarmed by the sight, Xie Shaoyu sprang to his feet and hurried upstairs.
Reaching Jiang Yin’s side, he swept him up horizontally into his arms and carried him back toward the bedroom.
“Why aren’t you sleeping properly? What are you wandering around for?”
Jiang Yin was somewhat startled by Xie Shaoyu’s sudden action, but he offered no resistance, lifting his head to gaze pitifully at Xie Shaoyu.
“Brother, I’m hungry.”
Xie Shaoyu frowned. “Didn’t you just eat? You can’t eat too much right now.”
Jiang Yin dropped his head in disappointment, a dark look flashing in the eyes hidden against Xie Shaoyu’s chest. This human is truly an idiot!
Then he raised his head again with an expectant look, his tone cautious as if terrified of being refused: “Brother, I want a little bit of essence.”
Xie Shaoyu’s footsteps faltered. Lowering his gaze to look at Jiang Yin’s still-ruddy face, This little fox…
He walked over to a single-person sofa in the room and sat down, settling Jiang Yin across his lap so that he straddled him facing him.
Jiang Yin was somewhat dazed. Looking down at the person holding his waist in a tight embrace, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this posture was rather strange.