Xie Yu opened his eyes slightly, and with a low smile, "good."

He took off his shoes and got into Shen Ying's quilt, encircling his cold body. "Aren't you really hungry? You've been lying all day."

Xie Yu's hair was against Shen Ying's chin, and he turned his head uncomfortably, "well."

He didn't eat much before he was in a coma, but I don't know why. He's not hungry at all.

Shen Ying doesn't want to eat anything now. He just wants to have a good sleep with this man.

Xie Yu's breath is not the same as in the past. In the past, he had a faint fragrance of plum blossom, but today...

he had a faint smell of blood.

"It's still hard, isn't it a little sleepy?" Xie Yu asked with a frown.

When people are sick and tired, they seem to be sleepy indeed.

The smell of blood on Xie Yu's body goes straight to his nose. Shen Ying doesn't like the smell. He frowns gently, but he is still not willing to let go of his warm body.

"Well..." Shen Ying slightly buried his head in his neck, breathing heavily and sleeping over.

When Shen Ying woke up again, it was noon the next day.

Xie Yu woke up long ago, but he didn't get up. Instead, he outlined his eyebrows with his warm fingertips.

He's very light, a little itchy.

Shen Ying slowly opens his eyes, facing the slightly curved eyes of Xie Yu.

"Are you awake?" Xie Yu took back his hand and gently hooked his lips. "Hungry? You've been sleeping for a long time."

"Well." Shen Ying's nasal voice was very heavy. His fingers covered Xie Yu's hand, clasped his ten fingers, and then lowered his head to kiss his lips, "very hungry."

Xie Yu felt that he was not kissing, but biting.

Damn it.

Finally, Shen Ying stopped.

Xie Yu breathed the fresh air with a big mouth. He opened the quilt and was about to get up. However, Shen Ying directly pulled him and held him in his arms.

"Emperor, it's time for you to eat." Xie Yu turned his back to him and said nothing.

Does he want to starve himself?

Xie Yu felt hungry.

He sat here yesterday and ate before Mingming.

"Thank you." Shen Ying's breath fell on Xie Yu's back neck. He looked down at his white neck and couldn't help but lower his head and gently touched it. "You haven't come to the palace for a long time."

Xie Yu's neck was cold, and he almost pushed him away and jumped up.

It's so cool. Is this the temperature a person should have?

The cold lips dropped a kiss on his back neck, cool.

Xie Yu shivered.

Before waiting for him to say anything, Shen Ying hugged him and said, "are you angry?"

Xie Yu frowned, "what are you angry with?"

He's really angry and can't feel anything when he's cool, but the pain when he's awake is really solid.

Everyone is angry.

Shen Ying rubbed behind him. Maybe the weak people were particularly vulnerable. His voice was still stuffy, "I thought you didn't want me."

Xie Yu is confused for a moment. Shen Ying's liking for him seems to be just over 60. Why does he say that he seems to have 80 or 90 liking for him? He is both aggrieved and affectionate.

"Mr. Xie..." Shen Ying's cold hand ring was around his waist, and there was a trace of obvious grievance in his voice, "you won't want me, will you?"

He made Xie Yu feel some subtle, he bowed his head and took off his hand, "yes, I won't want you."