The Third Person

Shen Nianzu had barely stepped into the room when Jin Jiuchi abruptly pounced on him from behind, causing him to stumble forward. Jin Jiuchi kicked the door shut with his leg and buried his face in Shen Nianzu's hair, taking in his unique scent deeply. "Nian'er…"

Shen Nianzu's anger quickly fizzled out like bubbles of soap in water when he heard how miserable Jin Jiuchi sounded. Sighing, he walked into the room, his gaze unconsciously scanning the surroundings as he dragged a certain clingy husky along with him. He placed the takeaway bag on the low table and patted Jin Jiuchi's toned arm, "How are you feeling now?"

"Still nauseous…" Jin Jiuchi murmured.