Anxi was picking up food and putting it into a small basket on the snack and dessert table. Suddenly her hand was empty and the small basket was snatched away.
"You are responsible for keeping an eye on Zi Ru. Leave this to Liu Yue."
Keiko handed the small basket to Liu Yue's hand, and Liu Yue quickly took it and glanced at An Qian with a disdainful expression, exuding hostility towards An Qian.
An Qian wondered, when had she ever provoked Liu Yue? Why do you suddenly show off to her?
"Go quickly."
Seeing that An Qian didn't move, Keiko urged her again, and mockingly said, "Don't you think you can reach a high branch? You don't even look at yourself. That adult can't possibly like you."
Of course, Huizi didn't think Wu could fall in love with Liu Yue.
But Liu Yue's sweet talk was better than An Qian standing there without saying a word.
"Okay, I get it."
Anxi couldn't figure out what the two of them were doing, she just felt baffled.
However, An Qian couldn't wish for her without contacting Wu.
She has been worried that she and Wu have been together for too long, Wu will not be able to continue acting, and the relationship between the two will be exposed.
Just now, Wu had quietly wanted to reach out and hold her, but luckily she blocked it with a tray, preventing Keiko from seeing anything strange.
If he continued, Anxi wouldn't be able to deal with him.
"Zi Ru is resting in the leftmost room on the second floor. He didn't bring his assistant. You can feed him some medicine while you watch. His show will be in half an hour."
After Huizi finished giving instructions, he took Liu Yue to see Wu.
An Qian didn't wait much, got a pot of hot water, and went directly to the second floor of the house as Keiko said.
Because the curtains were all drawn up, the house was gloomy even during the day. When Anxi walked upstairs, she had to hold a candle to avoid losing sight of her feet and rolling down the stairs.
"Knock knock."
She knocked lightly on the door.
After waiting for a long time, a faint voice came from the house: "Please come in."
Anxi pushed open the door and entered.
The room was actually darker, the curtains were tightly sealed, not allowing any light to pass through, and there was a fishy smell lingering in the air.
On the single bed in the center of the room, Zi Ru was curled up with a quilt.
He looked very weak, his cheeks were suddenly thinner than usual, his lips were white, and his body was trembling. He was not at all the bright, cute and sweet look he had yesterday.
"I'm afraid of the cold. I didn't wear much yesterday, so I had a fever."
Before An Qian asked Zi Ru what was wrong, he explained it himself.
"If you feel cold, drink more hot water."
Anxi doesn't know how to take care of others and travels all over the world just by saying "drink more hot water".
She opened the thermos she brought, found Zuru's cup on the bedside table, and poured some into it.
"Thank you." Zi Ruqiang pushed himself up and sat up. He took the hot water from An Qian and drank it slowly.
Ziru just sat there, taking a sip from time to time.
But An Qian found that gradually, Ziru's face began to look much better.
The pale lips were stained with red again, and the body no longer trembled.
Is drinking more hot water really that useful?
An Qian looked at Zi Ru.
Zi Ru noticed An Qian's gaze, turned to smile at her, and said, "Thank you for taking care of me. I feel much better."
"You're welcome, it's my job." An Qian responded calmly.
In fact, she was very surprised that Zi Ru, a popular idol who is currently in high popularity, does not have an assistant to take care of her. Is this ridiculous?
Ziru probably also felt that it was outrageous.
He drank the last sip of water in the cup, raised his eyes and stared at Anxi and asked: "Sister Keiko asked you to come, right? I'm sorry for causing you trouble."
"I originally wanted to exercise myself this time, so I didn't ask the assistant to come with me. I didn't expect the weather here to be so bad, and I got sick after just one day..."
When Zi Ru said this, the corners of her eyes turned red, she looked at An Qian pleadingly and said, "Can I still ask you to take care of me in the future?"
"It's okay, no trouble, but I don't have to say whether I take care of you or not."
Anxi's answer was businesslike.
Zi Ruzhuang's pitiful skill was not even half as good as Wu's, and An Qian, who had been tortured on a daily basis, had already developed the ability to resist.
She moved her eyes away and stared at the ground. She had not forgotten Zi Ru's charm skills.
But An Qian remembered to be on guard, and Ziru would not continue to attack.
There was a rustling sound on the bed.
Suddenly, a shirt was thrown out from under the quilt.
"Then can you please help me wipe my sweat a little? It will be my show later, I don't want to be too sloppy."
On the bed, Zi Ru covered his chest with a quilt, exposing his fair and delicate shoulders, neck and back. He turned his head slightly and looked sideways at An Qian, his cheeks were red, and he looked shy as if he was trying to resist the invitation.
"Okay, just wait."
Hearing An Qian's answer, Ziru felt gloomy for a moment, but quickly recovered.
He waited quietly until the warm towel was placed on his shoulders. He turned around quickly, held Anxi's wrist, and looked directly into Anxi's eyes.
"I really can't ask you to take care of me all the time..."
Zi Ru's voice was soft and gentle, like a cat scratching someone to seduce him, but he suddenly stopped moving in the middle of his words.
"Didn't I say that this matter is not my responsibility?"
Anxi's calm and cold voice sounded.
She was wearing a pair of sunglasses on her face. The lenses were black and wide, not only covering her eyes tightly, but also covering half of her face.
"I'm just a handyman and don't have that much power. Otherwise, you can ask Assistant Keiko again. She asked me to take care of you, so I will take care of you."
Anxi said while pushing up her sunglasses.
She guessed that Ziru was not well-meaning, so she prepared tools to guard against him yesterday.
"Okay, I understand." Ziru responded awkwardly.
An Qian didn't care about his current mood and said, "Okay, let's not talk about this. You lie down first, so that I can rub harder and faster."
It will be his show in half an hour. An Qian must clean up Zi Ru quickly, otherwise she will be the one who gets scolded.
"..."
Zi Ru doesn't want to be rubbed now.
But after the words were spoken, he could only lie on the bed silently, and Anxi slapped the towel on his back.
The two of them lay down and rubbed each other, as if they were taking a bath in a public bathhouse.
But she didn't wait for a few wipes.
"ah---!"
A scream broke the silence in the house.
"He, he is really dead!!"
died?
Anxi heard the cry, put down the towel in her hand, opened the door and looked out.
The voice originated from the same place on the second floor, but it was far away from Ziru's room, the second one on the right.
The room was now crowded with staff, and the floor beneath their feet was covered with bright red footprints.
Just when they were talking about it.
A small figure flashed out of the room quickly.
