Chapter 77

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Return to the inner city.

The fever only subsided in the afternoon of the New Year. After he woke up, his stomach growled. He was alone on the bed. The evening sun shone on the wall along the floor-to-ceiling windows. He found that his whole body was sore. It must be the sequelae of the fever.

As soon as he got up and leaned on the pillow, Chu Xijin opened the door and came in. The man's brows were filled with worry. He sat on the edge of the bed and touched his cheek, saying warmly:

"Baby, how are you feeling?"

He Nian shook his head, feeling that apart from blinking a little, there didn't seem to be much discomfort. He raised his hand and found a small bruise on the back of his hand, and raised his head in confusion.

Chu Xijin leaned over, kissed his slightly swollen eyelids very lightly, touched his back and blamed himself:

"It's my fault that I made you feel uncomfortable."

"No." He Nian said, getting into the man's arms in slow motion, rubbing his neck dependently, smelling the reassuring smell, his voice was still a little hoarse:

"Sir, it's not your fault. I'm not feeling particularly uncomfortable." He raised his head and kissed Chu Xijin's chin, and said very manly:

"Don't blame yourself. You will always be the best in my heart. I like you very much."

Chu Xijin choked, holding the man and checking him carefully, and then taking his temperature before he felt relieved, and reached out to touch his soft belly:

"Are you almost hungry?"

"Yeah!" He Nian nodded quickly. He was really hungry and would faint again if he didn't eat.

"Didn't you say you wanted to eat dumplings yesterday? I've already made them, but you can only eat light ones."

"dumpling?"

He Nian came out of the man's arms, looked at Tian'er outside, and then clicked on his phone to check the time. He slept for too long and didn't react for a while.

"You forgot, today is New Year's Day." Chu Xijin pulled the quilt and covered him up, fearing that he would catch a cold again.

"Lie down and I'll call you when it's ready."

"No." He Nian grabbed the man's arm and was as clingy as a kitten. He blinked his big innocent eyes and said coquettishly:

"Honey, I'm not sleepy anymore. I'll have a headache if I sleep again. I want to go with you."

Chu Xijin had no choice but to find a pair of winter pajamas to wrap him up, then put one hand around his waist and the other hand on his butt, packed him up and carried him away.

I was originally going back to my old house for dinner on New Year's Day, but I didn't expect to get sick during the New Year celebrations. At noon, Chu Xijin called and simply told Liang Yunyun that I had a cold during the New Year celebrations and that I needed more rest. The car ride back and forth was too tiring, so I didn't go back.

Liang Yunyun was worried and quickly asked if she had seen a doctor and if she needed to come take care of him. Chu Xijin told her not to worry, it was just a cold.

After New Year's Day, the final exams begin in school, and winter vacation will come soon.

He Minglan missed her son so much that she called He Nian several times, saying that tickets were crowded during the New Year holiday, and transferred money to urge him to buy high-speed rail tickets.

It had been more than half a year since he had been back to the inner city, and he was a little homesick for the New Year. He was thinking about buying tickets.

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