The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

"Yes." Xia Beiqing took He Jiayi to the guest room opposite the master bedroom.

He Jiayi opened the door, turned his head to look at Xia Beiqin, and said faintly: "You and the encounter, I know, stop pestering him, let him go."

Xia Beiqing's expression sank, and said angrily: "Don't worry about it!"

He Jiayi shrugged and didn't speak any more. After driving all night, he went to the guest room to rest.

In the afternoon, because of the wound infection, Shen Zhiyu started a fever. Xia Beiqing awakened He Jiayi. He Jiayi squinted his sleepy eyes and gave Shen Zhiyu a little bit.

In the evening, Shen Zhiyu's fever subsided, and He Jiayi checked him again, and his body was recovering in a good direction.

After being hungry for a day, He Jiayi grumbled in his stomach and turned to look at Xia Beiqing: "It's so late, don't you still cook? By the way, make some porridge for Zhi Yu."

"..."

Xia Beiqing blinked: "I won't, you do it."

"This..." He Jiayi coughed dryly, "Neither can I."

The two people stared at each other with big eyes.

The only one of them who can cook is lying on the bed.

In the end, He Jiayi broke the silence and took out his mobile phone: "Forget it, order takeaway, and give Zhi Yu a bowl of congee."

Soon, the takeaway arrived. After the two had finished their meal, Shen Zhiyu happened to wake up. He Jiayi heated the porridge in the microwave and brought it into the room.

Xia Beiqin sat down by the bed, took the porridge in He Jiayi's hand, and took a spoon, making sure it was not hot, before handing it to Shen Zhiyu's lips, his movements naturally seemed to have been rehearsed thousands of times.

Shen Zhiyu frowned the porridge. He didn't want Xia Beiqin to feed it, but he had no energy now, and one arm was broken, so he could only open his mouth and drink the porridge that Xia Beiqing had sent.

He Jiayi watched from the side and raised his eyebrows.

He thought that this young master would stretch out his hand for food and open his mouth, but he didn't expect that he would still take care of others!

After drinking the porridge and taking the medicine, Shen Zhiyu went to sleep again.

He Jiayi saw Xia Beiqing look haggard and stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder: "You also go to rest. If nothing else happens, you are down again. I can't take care of two people."

Xia Beiqing took out a new quilt from the closet: "I slept with Teacher Shen and can observe his situation at any time."

"Whatever you want." He Jiayi smiled and joked: "But you'd better be honest, don't touch his wounds."

Xia Beiqin glared at He Jiayi and walked to the quilt beside Shen Zhiyu.

He Jiayi yawned and went back to the guest room to sleep.

In order to avoid touching Shen Zhiyu's wound, Xia Beiqin tried to sleep close to the edge of the bed. In the middle of the night, he heard Shen Zhiyu's uncomfortable hum.

Xia Beiqing was awakened in an instant, and moved his head to hear Shen Zhiyu say thirsty in a daze, wanting to drink water.

Xia Beiqing immediately ran to pour water, holding Shen Zhiyu's head with one hand, and pouring water into his mouth little by little.

Shen Zhiyu opened a gap in his eyes and saw Xia Beiqin's face illuminated by the moonlight in his blurred vision.

He didn't expect that Xia Beiqing would always guard him, and he didn't expect that if he moved a little bit, Xia Beiqing would wake up, question with concern, and then take care of him.

He couldn't tell what kind of feelings Xia Beiqin had for him now.

After drinking the water, Shen Zhiyu fell asleep again. In the next few days, under He Jiayi's treatment, his body gradually recovered, the plaster on his arm was removed, and the wound was healed.