Someone said that in the hearts of most men, there lives a child that never grows up. Dong Huiying believed it! This man got sick, not only acting spoiled, but also asking for kisses repeatedly. If he wasn’t satisfied with the kisses, he’d give you those pitiful, puppy-like eyes, making your heart melt completely. In the end, she had no choice but to raise her hands in surrender. "Alright, alright, I’ll kiss, I’ll kiss, I’ll kiss again!!" Several kisses landed on his forehead, eyelids, cheeks, but she didn’t notice his eyes getting darker. Suddenly, he made his move, wrapping one arm around her waist and the other pressing on the back of her head. With a slight exertion, their lips touched. The acting spoiled, the soft cuteness, it was all a facade. The fox’s tail finally showed, and he was just about to turn into a wolf, kissing her fiercely and aggressively, capturing all the air from her mouth. She almost suffocated from his kisses. Finally, when both were breathless, he stopped, and her face was already flushed with red. "You... even sick, you can’t behave!" She angrily punched him, watching the man getting increasingly restless, and in a certain place... She coughed, then slipped away from under him like an eel. "I’m going to find Lan Gu, I need to ask her to prepare some medicine for me!" She slipped away quickly, leaving the man in the room bewildered, blinking and pressing his temples, feeling lightheaded and dizzy. In the evening, Dong Huiying fed him a bowl of Soup Medicine as he lay in bed, covered with a thick quilt. She originally wanted him to sleep, but he was uneasy, insisting on pulling her up before he would close his eyes. She compromised, taking off her shoes and lying on the bed with her clothes on. The next moment, a warm embrace surrounded her. Like a koala, he clung to her, his arms tightly wrapped around her, his long legs pinning her legs. Whenever she moved slightly, he’d uncomfortably whine. In the end, although this position wasn’t comfortable, she resigned to it. Just like that, his breathing became steady, and her eyelids grew heavier. It seemed like not long after, both fell asleep together. In the middle of the night, Liang Zhichen broke into a sweat, feeling much better. Awakening fuzzily in the dim room, his memory was somewhat incomplete, vaguely remembering that the woman was originally by his side but suddenly went out, making him restless and uncomfortable, feeling like his nose and mouth were on fire, yet too lazy to call out. His mood then was simply despairing, but now sober-minded, he couldn’t believe he had such a childish side? Most importantly, he seemed to have... acted spoiled towards the woman, asked her for kisses? Although specific details were hazy due to his fever, he had some vague impressions. Then, the person in his arms said sleepily, "Are you awake? Could you move your leg, or loosen your arm? My left side is all numb." Liang Zhichen: "..." Fortunately for the darkness, otherwise it would be obvious how embarrassed he was, practically wishing he could disappear. He quickly released her, sat up and gently patted her, massaging her shoulders, kneading her arms, hoping to dispel the numbness quicker.