The CEO’s Little Wife 10
In the days he spent with Shen Yan, although the daily walks were extremely difficult, they were not without benefits.
After days of nonstop poking and touching, Qiao Yu roughly figured out the method of sustaining his life through Shen Yan.
For example, if it was only skin contact, the period of comfort lasted about an hour. After more than an hour, touching again was useless, and at that point, more intimate contact was needed.
For instance, hugging and holding hands lasted longer, and they were especially effective when he was having an episode. Basically, with just a couple of snuggling up motions, the effect was immediate and obvious.
The male lead was awful, yet extremely useful.
If he could, Qiao Yu would be more than willing to snuggle up with Shen Yan twenty-four hours a day. Unfortunately, Shen Yan had to go to work, so every day he could only find an excuse to hug him when he went out, then go upstairs and sleep happily. When Shen Yan came back, he would ask for another hug, and the day would pass blissfully.
During this month with the Shen family, aside from exercise, which Qiao Yu was extremely unhappy with, the rest of the time was spent in a very comfortable, laid-back haze.
Every day he woke up to food. He could also snuggle up with Shen Yan and keep his body feeling great. After Shen Yan left, Qiao Yu would sleep until evening, when Shen Yan got home, and then, under the perfectly reasonable excuse that he had just woken up, he would hug him, touch him a little, and go eat in complete comfort.
Then he would go back to sleep at night.
What a dreamy salted fish life. The System really did not lie to me.
The gentle breeze, carrying a faint scent of sunlight, seeped into the room bit by bit through the window. The brisk spring wind overlapped with the smooth blanket, and Qiao Yu subconsciously shrank his slightly cold shoulders as he woke from sleep.
When Qiao Yu slept, he usually rarely woke up in the middle of it. Today, he did not know if he had been woken by the cold, but in fact he was woken by the weary ache all over his body.
His entire upper body, from the waist upward, was filled with dense, sore, and weak pain. Qiao Yu tried to sit up, but his fragile body did not seem to allow it. The moment he moved, his waist, which had not moved for a long time, immediately let out a sharp creak.
This was bad.
Qiao Yu reached out and fumbled for the phone on the bedside table, glancing at the time. There was still at least an hour before Shen Yan came home.
It looked like he would have to endure for another hour. Shen Yan, where are you? I need you.
Qiao Yu lay there for a while to recover his strength, then forced himself up and headed downstairs. He felt a little hungry now, like he was about to ascend to immortality. If he did not eat something soon, he probably would not even make it until Shen Yan returned.
When Qiao Yu appeared downstairs with trembling legs, Aunt Zhou was busy in the kitchen. Qiao Yu, who had missed lunch, was starving into a limp noodle. He thought he was shouting himself hoarse, but in reality he only clung to the stairs and called out twice in a very weak voice.
His fingers gripped the handrail tightly. Qiao Yu was terrified of falling. With his body and strength, if he slipped, he would definitely not be able to hold onto anything and would just roll all the way down. Even if he did not die, he would end up a high-level paraplegic.
It took Qiao Yu a long time to inch down the stairs bit by bit. When Aunt Zhou came out to get something, what she saw was Qiao Yu hanging half-dead on the staircase. Her eyes widened instantly, and she hurried over to support him.
“Little Fish, what happened?”
With Aunt Zhou’s help, Qiao Yu finally made it from the stairs to the sofa. He reached out and grabbed Aunt Zhou, briefly and concisely explaining why he looked so close to death.
“Hungry…”
To be honest, just by looking at Qiao Yu’s current appearance, anyone would believe he had suddenly fallen ill or been stabbed twice. So when Aunt Zhou asked with full concern and got that answer, she froze for a moment.
Could someone really get like this from hunger?
Good question.
Aunt Zhou only blanked out for a second before quickly reacting. She hurried to the kitchen, brought out a bowl of white fungus and red date congee, and carefully fed it to Qiao Yu.
Watching Qiao Yu obediently open his mouth and drink the congee, Aunt Zhou quickly found a new excuse for herself.
“Kids these days have poor health. What’s wrong with getting weak when they’re hungry? That’s perfectly reasonable.”
After half a bowl of white fungus congee, Qiao Yu felt as if he had come back to life, as though his paralyzed body had regained function. He slowed down his swallowing and began not to want to eat anymore.
As expected, as long as he did not starve to death, he did not need to eat.
“Have one more bite to hold you over. We’ll eat in a bit.”
Qiao Yu frowned. He really did not want to eat anymore. “No…”
Aunt Zhou pretended not to hear him and shoved the spoon back to Qiao Yu’s lips. “Is that enough, Little Fish? If not, have a little more.”
Enough! He said enough!
“What are you two doing?”
It was Shen Yan’s voice.
Qiao Yu’s eyes lit up instantly. It was like seeing a savior. He dragged his half-dead body and tried to throw himself over. Shen Yan had not even changed his shoes yet. As soon as he turned his head, he saw Qiao Yu staggering toward him.
Shen Yan immediately did not even bother changing his shoes. He hurried forward two steps and caught Qiao Yu, who had opened his arms to demand a hug. The temperature of the youth in his arms was, as always, cold as a smooth piece of porcelain, with not a trace of warmth.
When Qiao Yu was at home, he always liked to wear an oversized shirt and shorts, probably because it was more comfortable for sleeping. Since he did not have his own, he wore Shen Yan’s. A pair of smooth, bare thighs were exposed to the air all day, and as soon as they caught a bit of wind, they turned bright red on the knees.
“Why aren’t you wearing shoes again?”
The further Shen Yan looked down, the tighter his brow furrowed, because beneath Qiao Yu’s slender calves were two pale feet, bare and stepping on the floor. Though they were not dirty, they could not withstand the cold.
Shen Yan gently lifted Qiao Yu with his arms and strode toward the sofa in the living room. There were no shoes nearby, which meant he had come downstairs without wearing any.
Shen Yan sighed helplessly, took another pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet, knelt on one knee on the floor, and personally put them on Qiao Yu. Only then did he lift his eyes and begin his interrogation.
“Why aren’t you wearing shoes? Speak.”
Qiao Yu now only felt that this human-shaped heater talking was unbelievably annoying, but he could not bear to give up the warm comfort he got after touching Shen Yan, so he could only bury his head in the man’s neck and gently breathe in the faint woody scent.
“I was in a hurry to hug you.”
Qiao Yu’s words really gave Shen Yan the feeling of punching a marshmallow. He could not bear to scold him, and he could not even bring himself to use a serious tone.
Shen Yan could not help curling his lips and teasing him softly, “Do you like me that much?”
As soon as Shen Yan finished speaking, the head buried in his neck nodded. Qiao Yu’s hair had grown a little long. Every time he moved, it brushed against Shen Yan’s skin. The faint itch was like a feather, slowly creeping from the skin all the way to the tip of his heart.