The next morning, I woke up immediately feeling something was wrong.

The warm, firm body of the opposite sex was pressed tightly against my back, and a man's hand was still resting on my waist.

I got up quickly, and Zhou Zhi, awakened by my movement, immediately opened his eyes.

He was first taken aback, then quickly let go of me, his voice hoarse.

"Sorry, I fell asleep and forgot to sleep on the floor."

I didn't pay attention, just looked around the bedroom in confusion.

"Where's Xiao Yu?"

Zhou Zhi also hesitated, and a soft, crisp response soon came from the bathroom.

"Mom, I'm here."

I immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhou Zhi's face seemed to blush unnaturally, as if he were sick.

I paused, and asked in a worried tone, "Zhou Zhi, what's wrong with you?"

His voice hoarse: "Seems like I have a fever."

It was then that I noticed his blanket had fallen to the ground, and couldn't help but find it amusing, turns out he's not very honest when he sleeps.

Now that the weather is cold, to have slept in thin pajamas all night without getting a fever would have been strange.

I quickly picked up the blanket and covered him, and Zhou Zhi coughed weakly and said to me:

"Get me a mask so I don't infect you guys."

I answered and put the mask on him, then took his temperature.

As expected, he had a fever, and it was already 39 degrees.

I had the nanny help send the children to the nursery, and also told the art class professor that I wouldn't be going to the studio today.

Zhou Zhi reluctantly ate a few mouthfuls of food and swallowed some fever medicine.

After doing all this, I still anxiously stayed by his side.

Zhou Zhi didn't close his eyes to sleep, but stared dazedly at me, with a faint glimmer in his pitch-black eyes, like stars in the night sky, clear and pure.

Secretly, I thought that the way this man in his thirties looked when he was sick was unexpectedly a bit cute.

"Li Xiang."

He suddenly called my name.

"Yes, what's wrong?"

I leaned closer to him, wanting to hear what he had to say.

The bedroom was quiet for a long time before he spoke softly:

"I think, I've fallen for you."

"......"