Originally, was Yan Qing always this desperate when working? In his previous life, when he was truly ill, he probably only had family around him? At that time, Yan Xin and Yan Jin must have hated him to death… “Hmm… okay.” Yan Qing smiled slightly upon hearing this and readily agreed, turning to walk to the sofa. His hair slightly disheveled, wearing a loose white and gray striped sweater, he looked very docile. Especially when An Xi asked him to sit on the sofa, he obediently sat there, motionless, seemingly truly planning to do nothing. An Xi “battled” in the kitchen for nearly an hour before finally completing her “three dishes and one milk”… Cough, braised pork ribs were too slow to cook… Milk was quick and nutritious! An Xi arranged the completed “scrambled eggs with tomatoes”, “stir-fried choy sum”, and “cucumber with sausage” in a circle, placed two glasses of milk in the middle, added two bowls of rice, and put a slightly overcooked egg on one of the bowls… Looking at these dishes and remembering the dishes Yan Qing used to cook, An Xi’s face turned red… Well, although these dishes looked a bit shabby, she had truly tried her best. “Dinner is ready, Yan Qing…” An Xi removed her “equipment”, calling out “dinner is ready” weakly… “Oh… quite a feast…” Yan Qing walked over slowly, looking at the dishes on the table, then glanced at the lowered head of An Xi, speaking gently. “…If it’s not good, we’ll just have egg noodles later…” After all, making egg noodles was her strength… An Xi’s voice grew smaller as she pulled out a chair next to Yan Qing. “No, it won’t be.” Yan Qing curved his mouth, sitting down smoothly. An Xi quickly sat down at her place. So nervous, so nervous, so nervous… An Xi unconsciously clasped her hands, staring as Yan Qing tasted every dish before stuttering, “…How, how is it?” “Hmm? It’s delicious.” Yan Qing, as if verifying his words, picked up a large chopstick of choy sum and ate it with rice, maintaining a faint, happy smile. “…Um, then I’ll…” Relieved, An Xi took a breath and added a chopstick of choy sum to her mouth… Oh, it was still somewhat edible, but the taste was so bland… Was it because she put too little salt?! Looking at Yan Qing eating happily, An Xi began to doubt if they were eating the same dish… Finally, An Xi stood up abruptly, picked up the stir-fried choy sum, somewhat discouraged: “Indeed, I’ll go make egg noodles!” “Why? It’s delicious.” Yan Qing looked up at An Xi, feeling she seemed teary-eyed. But in his previous life, he often accompanied An Xi practicing cooking, then sent the dishes to Chen Yi to eat… Now, finally in this life, eating the dishes An Xi made herself, he felt this was the most delicious food in the world. “But… don’t you find it bland? Like no salt was added…” An Xi’s voice gradually decreased, her fingertips gripping the plate turning slightly white. “But… I’m a patient, so I should eat light…” Yan Qing curved his mouth, probably… following the trend of his previous life, An Xi’s cooking would always taste like this. However, he remembered An Xi was good at making desserts in her previous life… In this life, he would probably become a “fat uncle” in middle age? Hehe… “…Sorry.” An Xi said softly. “Eat quickly! It’ll get cold.” Yan Qing’s mouth continued to curve upward. Though he didn’t know why An Xi came today, probably his sister called her… But this scene of sitting together at the table as “boyfriend and girlfriend”, he had mentally simulated many times… And the real scene was much warmer than he had imagined.
“I’ll sleep on the sofa tonight!” After dinner and cleaning up the dishes, An Xi’s gaze circled the house before settling on the sofa. “No, I’ll sleep on the sofa.” Yan Qing, who was originally going to help An Xi wash the dishes, was firmly refused and now sat on the sofa, lazily leaning back. “No! You need to rest well.” An Xi stood with her hands on her hips, particularly imposing. She was going to be the “queen” today. “After eating, I’ve returned to my best state… Besides, I don’t want my girlfriend to sleep on the sofa.” Yan Qing this time was not planning to compromise at all, “But before discussing this, An Xi, go take a shower… then I’ll go.” “…Okay.” Knowing what kind of person Yan Qing was, when he spoke so righteously about “showering”, An Xi still felt nervous. Blushing, she grabbed her bag and went to the bathroom. Hearing the water sound not long after, Yan Qing couldn’t help but glance in that direction for a second… This was his home, and he had the keys to every room… An Xi really trusted him. Yan Qing drank some water to moisten his somewhat dry throat. Then, after turning on the heating, he casually turned on the TV. The TV sound eventually covered the bathroom water sounds, though Yan Qing claimed he had no idea what was playing… “Yan Qing… your turn.” After showering, An Xi walked out with wet hair. She was still in her usual style, a light pink loose top and light pink pants.
No rush.” Yan Qing waved his hand, letting An Qi sit beside him, then took out a hairdryer, turned it on, selected a medium setting, and began drying her hair.
At first, An Qi sat stiffly, not moving, but after a while, she completely relaxed… The warm wind blew softly on her hair, and his fingertips gently weaved through her strands, occasionally untangling any knots.
How gentle… Yan Qing is.
As An Qi was being blown by the warm wind, she gradually became drowsy… Moreover, she had been working on the computer editing images and videos all day, and running around last night. At this moment, she was completely relaxing.
Eventually, An Qi accidentally fell asleep leaning on Yan Qing, who paused his movements and smiled helplessly… If she sleeps with wet hair, she’ll have a headache in the morning.
Yan Qing lowered the wind speed, making his movements even gentler… Until her hair was dry, he carried her to bed. She kept clutching his clothes tightly until he managed to make her grip the blanket instead.
After settling An Qi, Yan Qing got up and left, gently closing the door.
— Somehow, these few hours, he felt truly happy… truly.
★ Chapter Thirty-Eight
It had been a long time since he’d had such an urge to take a cold shower…
Yan Qing lowered the water temperature to cool himself down. As the water flowed down his body, he gradually felt his mood calm.
After showering, Yan Qing draped a towel over his head, casually wearing loose clothing, and walked out to pour himself a cup of hot water… He wanted to maintain his gentleman-like demeanor, but after drinking a couple of sips, he couldn’t help but go upstairs and return to An Qi’s bedside.
An Qi was breathing steadily, seemingly sleeping deeply. The hair that Yan Qing had blown dry was now spread on the pillow, emitting a similar scent to his slightly damp hair.
Yan Qing first knelt halfway on the bed’s edge, supporting his chin with his hand… But he felt his leg going numb in this position quite quickly, even though he hadn’t been looking for long… He then sat on the bed’s edge, leaning down to bury his head in An Qi’s pillow, then tilting his head to look at her sleeping profile, just inches away.
… Maybe… slightly… wanting to secretly kiss her…
In the darkness, Yan Qing felt his face growing warm… He was probably blushing? Should he steal a kiss or remain a gentleman… Hmm, that’s a dilemma!
“…Mwah.”
After wrestling with the thought for nearly half an hour, Yan Qing touched An Qi’s forehead, then quickly buried his head in the pillow…
Okay, he’s someone who’s been reborn, so why is he acting like a “first-love teenager” with An Qi… This completely contradicts his character setting!
