He should thank the skilled craftsmen of the North Yan Cavalry and his sudden inspiration. Fortunately, he had pursued them; otherwise, after completing this imperial mission, his family would have been in shambles.
Fu Shen happened to be carrying several paper packages upstairs, and they came face to face at the staircase. He wasn’t wearing a mask, and his sharp, handsome face suddenly crashed into Yan Xiaohan’s pupils.
“Awake?” He lifted his eyelids, shifted the medicine package to his left hand, and asked as naturally as possible, “Why did you run out without shoes?”
Yan Xiaohan’s eyes quickly turned red, and he pounced forward to hug him tightly.
“Ouch, gentle…” Fu Shen patted his slightly trembling back with his free hand, “You’re going to break my waist.”
“It’s really you…” Yan Xiaohan murmured, “I thought… I’m such an idiot…”
So many obvious clues were right in front of him, yet he was like a blind man, unable to see.
If not for last night when Fu Shen was forced to reveal his identity in a dangerous situation, how long would it have taken him to recognize the person sleeping beside him every day?
Fu Shen couldn’t help but laugh: “Not very smart.”
He stroked Yan Xiaohan’s back and once he calmed down a bit, he held his cold hand and led him back to the room, pressing him onto the bed: “The floor is cold, stop going crazy. Sit down. I’ll go downstairs to decoct medicine and ask the waiter to bring hot water.”
Seeing Yan Xiaohan in a daze, Fu Shen was worried and leaned in to kiss his cheek, instructing: “I’ll be right back.”
Physical contact worked better than words. A spark of life finally returned to Yan Xiaohan’s dead-gray eyes. His ear roots turned slightly red, and he touched Fu Shen’s cheek with the back of his hand: “Okay, go.”
