Never Meeting Again In Our Next Life (Living Life Over) - Volume 2 (11)

　　Chapter 11 Sickness

　　That night, while Xia Liang was sleepy, she realized that she had fallen into a familiar fantasy again.

　　Still in the dimly lit Xia family’s old house, still in the messy bedroom, and in the naked body of myself.

　　The man kneeling in front of the bed was tall, but his head was lowered, as if he was silently confessing, but it gave people a strong sense of oppression.

　　Xia Liang was a little unbelievable. Ever since he was a child, no one could give him such a sense of oppression in terms of momentum and strength, not even his biological father.

　　So he was even more curious about this man’s identity.

　　”Lift your head.” He heard his own voice, hoarse and weak, mixed with angry repression, and it didn’t sound like him at all.

　　The man moved slightly, as if he was about to slowly raise his head, but the scene in front of him suddenly flickered, and then he was sucked into endless darkness.

　　After an unknown amount of time, Xia Liang slowly opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling for a long time before remembering that he was still lying on the bed.

　　This is the second time he has dreamed of such a scene, in this bedroom, on this bed.

　　He is like a bystander and a person involved. He can see the people and things around him from a first-hand perspective, but he cannot resonate with the state of mind of the person involved.

　　And he didn’t quite remember what the man kneeling in front of the bed looked like. He only vaguely remembered that his outline was very tall, and the other impressions were all vague.

　　If this kind of absurd dream only happened once, he would have forgotten it in the blink of an eye. But now it was the second time. The scene in the dream was almost exactly the same as the last time. It was even better than the last time. With further development, he actually heard “his” voice. This was so weird that he could no longer ignore it.

　　A thin layer of sunlight filtered through the window. He looked at the time. It was 6:25 in the morning. In five minutes, the alarm clock would ring.

　　He decided to get up, but the moment he raised his elbows, he felt dizzy and fell down again.

　　Only then did he realize that he had been top-heavy and weak since he woke up. It was just that he was lying in bed and didn’t realize it for a moment.

　　A similar situation occurred in the afternoon two days ago, but the symptoms were mild at that time. He struggled to get up and drank a cup of coffee to refresh himself, and the uncomfortable symptoms subsided.

　　But this time, he struggled several times but failed to get up, which seemed to be a bit serious.

　　Zhou Shuo had already returned from a morning jog outside, still carrying the breakfast he bought outside.

　　Aunt Wang, who was in charge of cooking, took a few days off because she had a grandson at home, so Xia Liang and Zhou Shuo had three meals a day outside these days.

　　As soon as Zhou Shuo put breakfast on the table, he received a WeChat message from Xia Liang: [Come to my bedroom. ]

　　Zhou Shuo’s heart suddenly skipped a beat.

　　It’s not that he has never entered Xia Liang’s bedroom. Xia Liang is a workaholic. He often sits on the bed with a laptop to work at 11 or 12 o’clock in the evening. When he encounters work that requires Zhou Shuo’s assistance, he will call Zhou Shuo. Called into the bedroom.

　　But in the past two days, ever since Zhou Shuo was exhausted physically and mentally by the strange scent of Xia Liang’s body, he had become particularly sensitive to bedrooms, pajamas, and personal items that were obviously private.

　　He subconsciously wanted to escape, but he had to listen to Xia Liang’s order. He could only force himself to take a few deep breaths, put on a mask, ran upstairs, and gently knocked on the door outside Xia Liang’s bedroom.

“Come in.” Xia Liang’s voice soon came from the door, but it sounded a little weak.

　　As soon as Zhou Shuo opened the door and walked in, he was densely enveloped by the rich and sweet scent that hit him. Even though he was mentally prepared to hold his breath, he still couldn’t resist the fatal temptation.

　　Zhou Shuo closed his eyes, clenched his fists secretly, and forced himself to stay calm. When he opened his eyes again, he found Xia Liang lying on his back on the bed, with an arm pressed on his forehead, and his face was slightly red. The breath is also somewhat disordered.

　　Xia Liang closed her eyes and said feebly: “Zhou Shuo, I may be sick. Go get a thermometer for me.”

　　”Oh.” Zhou Shuo responded slowly, turned stiffly and went to the storage room.

　　….

　　At this time, his mind kept replaying the scene of Xia Liang lying on the bed. He was not in the right state, so much so that he had to search back and forth several times to find the thermometer that was clearly placed in the first compartment.

　　After returning to the bedroom, he put the sterilized thermometer into Xia Liang’s mouth, and then stared at the hands on the watch intently, but he couldn’t stop all his attention from being drawn by Xia Liang’s breathing.

　　”Okay, I’ll decide the time myself. You go to the company first.” Xia Liang said vaguely.

　　Zhou Shuo was startled: “But your body…”

　　”Maybe it’s just a little cold, don’t make a fuss.” Xia Liang waved his hand, “There is a more important meeting in the company today. I can’t go. Please attend on my behalf. Is there any disagreement or what was done at the meeting? Decision, please write it down roughly and tell me when you come back.”

　　”…Okay.” Zhou Shuo stood up, paused, and still warned uneasily, “Breakfast is on the dining table. You will remember to eat it later. If your fever is really severe, you can call me. I will Take you to the hospital.”

　　Xia Liang didn’t speak anymore, but just waved his hand, indicating that he could leave.

　　The author has something to say—–

　　Author: Hee hee hee, good things are coming soon for Zhou Xiaoshuo, congratulations~ Zhou Shuo: … (looks confused)