He's spoiled rotten; that wolf cub knows how to flirt and be affectionate.

Qu Yi's palm pressed against the cold elevator floor. After a moment, she looked up and met a pair of dark eyes.

She opened her mouth, ready to say hello, but what came out was a muffled groan as she pressed her hand to her stomach and arched her body slightly.

For some reason, Ling Ye suddenly felt unable to move and asked, "What's wrong?"

"gastritis."

"Then you now..."

"Go buy medicine."

"Just have the front desk bring it up; why bother buying it yourself?"

Should I have the front desk send it over?

The person, who had a slightly pained expression, suddenly paused for a moment, then looked somewhat bewildered, appearing rather adorably dazed.

Ling Ye recalled the scene of meeting her at the airport a long time ago. At that time, she had red lips and sunglasses and looked aloof. Now, however, she was pale and biting her lower lip with a blank expression.

He finally understood what a sense of contrast was.

But now is not the time for sentimentality.

He hesitated for only a second before taking a step towards her and extending his hand: "Shall I help you?"

Ling Ye's feet touched the elevator entrance. An unknown emotion permeated the small space, starting from the moment he reached out his hand.

Unlike her softness, his fingertips were covered with thin calluses.

Ling Ye slightly tightened his grip on her hand, suppressing the inexplicable throbbing in his heart, and pursed his lips.

Which room do you want to stay in?

"4019."

Ling Ye paused, right next to his own.

After standing at the entrance of room 4019 for a minute, Qu Yi had to admit one thing.

"I came out in a hurry..."

"Didn't you take your room key?"

Qu Yi remained silent.

Ling Ye paused for two seconds: "Let's go to my place. I'll have the receptionist bring the medicine up."

Lingye booked a double room. In front of the large floor-to-ceiling window was a small, off-white, curved sofa. There were originally two light orange throw pillows on it, but now the person lying on it had taken one and was hugging it.

After getting the medicine, this is the scene that comes into view.

Ling Ye strode over and squatted down: "The medicine is here, take your medicine."

Qu Yi propped herself up and leaned back against the sofa: "Thank you."

After taking the medicine, Qu Yi rested for a while and felt the pain subside somewhat.

"Thank you."

Another thank you.

Ling Ye raised an eyebrow: "How are you going to repay me?"

Qu Yi thought for a moment: "What do you want?"

Ling Ye: "You can have anything you want?"

Qu Yi: "If I had one."

Quite generous.

Ling Ye thought to himself.

He smiled slightly: "I want...you to go back and get some rest."

Qu Yi paused, looked up at him, somewhat surprised.

"Did you come here to work on your own?" Ling Ye asked proactively.

If someone who knows him well saw him, they would probably be shocked. Although Ling Ye usually seems unrestrained, he is actually not a very sociable person and will not take the initiative to get close to anyone.

Today, it's truly an exception.

Qu Yi simply said "no," then, feeling a bit cold, added, "And my assistant, I called her but she didn't answer, so I came out by myself."

"Are you feeling better now?"

"Ah."

The front desk also brought over a spare room key. Qu Yi pressed her stomach and turned to look at Ling Ye standing at the door of the next room.

"Thank you for today. By the way, my name is Qu Yi."

"Lingye".

"I know, I'm your fan."

"It doesn't seem like it."

"Isn't it similar?"

"I thought fans would be quite excited to see their idols, but you seem very calm."

Qu Yi paused for a moment, then said, "Perhaps it's because I'm not an ordinary fan?"

Ling Ye chuckled softly: "That makes sense."