It grew in the place where it should grow.

  "I know you're busy, but our son has been keeping me company. You go ahead and take care of your own business." Old Man Song waved his hand, not minding at all, and instead was very understanding of his son and daughter-in-law.

  "Ugh..." Song Min lay on the sofa, weakly sighing, she had no strength in her limbs now and just wanted to lie there without getting up.

  Mrs. Song looked at Song Min's unrefined movements and felt extremely annoyed, her eyes widening: "Song Min, sit properly, sitting has its posture."

  "These are all our own family members, Ming'er can sit however she wants, don't mind those things." Grandpa Song didn't mind at all.

  "Dad, you can't spoil her like this, she's already so big, still treating herself like a two or three year old..."

  "Ah... it's not that I don't want to get up, I just can't... " Song Min collapsed on the sofa, speaking weakly, with blackness swirling before his eyes, and he could fall asleep at any moment.

  Song's mother only then discovered that Song Min was not feeling well, his face was red, like he had put on rouge, Song's mother sat down beside Song Min and reached out to feel his forehead.

  Boiling hot.

  "How come it's so hot?" Song Mama frowned, helped Song Min up, and pressed her forehead against Song Min's forehead. She tried again, still very hot. "How did you get a fever again?"

  Song's mother sighed, this house is so warm with air conditioning on and he can still get a fever, really don't know what's going on with Song Min's body.

  "How did you get a fever?" Grandpa Song muttered, his face full of worry. He called out to the nanny who was doing chores on the side, "Little Liu, give Dr. Zhao a call and ask him to come over."

  After taking the medicine, Song Min fell asleep immediately, sleeping soundly until he woke up again when it was already dark outside. The room was not lit, and everything was pitch black.

  "Hmm..." Song Min let out a dry croak, his throat parched and in dire need of water.

  "Awake?" Wen Yan turned on the bedside lamp for Song Min.

  The light was still dazzling, Song Min subconsciously sat up and rubbed his eyes, the other hand touched the glasses placed on the headboard and put them on, "Huh? How are you in my room?"

  Song Min slept too long and his brain hadn't woken up yet, clearly having no thinking ability.

  "Song Hao said you had a fever, I'm worried." Wen Yan sighed and handed a cup of water to Song Min, "Will you dare to take a bath without blowing your hair dry again in the future?"

  Song Min "gulp gulp" finished a cup of water, holding the cup and laughing with a guilty face, "I dare not, I dare not."

  "Sigh, there isn't a single day that doesn't worry me." Wen Yan used the back of his hand to check Song Min's forehead temperature, seemingly not feverish anymore. He picked up the thermometer placed on one side and handed it to Song Min after shaking it twice, "Take your temperature."

  "Oh." Song Min handed the cup to Wen Yan while taking the thermometer and obediently clamping it in place.

  Wen Yan sat down beside Song Min, hugged her and sighed: "If we lived together, wouldn't there be so many things?"

  "No way, you'll nag me to death."

  "Alas..." He let out a deep sigh, full of resentment. "You clearly have a girlfriend yet you still live the life of a single dog every day, can you bear it?"

  Song Min couldn't help but laugh, "Of course I can bear it."

  "Little ancestor." Wen Yan stretched out his hand and gently touched Song Min's cheek, smiling with a pampered expression, "Take out the thermometer."

  "Oh." Song Min handed the thermometer to Wen Yan.

  Wen Yan looked at the thermometer under the lamp and saw that it was 36.8 degrees, not burning anymore. Wen Yan finally felt completely relieved, hugged Song Min tightly, "What to do with a body so weak?"

  She seems to have been ill all along since I got to know Song Min.

  "My body is still very good, I'm still very healthy!" Song Min said with discontent, defending himself, his hand had already reached Wen Yan's waist, and as soon as he dared to say a word, Song Min would immediately take action to pinch.

  "Take care of yourself." Wen Yan smiled wryly and could only coax Song Min, "I don't even know who's always getting sick."

  "Isn't it enough that you're fine?" Song Min buried his head in Wen Yan's chest, his hands tightly wrapped around his waist. "I always feel like the time we spend together is too short, what can I do?"

  "Why don't you just move in and live with me?" Wen Yan suggested for the nth time that Song Min live with him.

  Song Min sighed, "I'd like to, but can you handle my grandfather, father, mother, and two older brothers?"

  "Alas, forget it." Wen Yan sighed and looked up at the sky, chasing after his wife was really a difficult task, dealing with his wife was one thing, but dealing with her elders was another headache...

  Two people just quietly hugged each other.

  A long time.

  "Are you hungry? I'll go get some food for you."

  Song Min replied drowsily, "Not hungry, and sleepy again..."

  "How long have you been sleeping, and you're still sleepy?" Wen Yan reached out to touch Song Min's forehead, and only when he didn't feel any fever did he let out a sigh of relief. Looking at Song Min's small face, Wen Yan couldn't help but laugh - it really was just like a certain animal that eats and sleeps and then eats again. He lowered his head and leaned in close to Song Min's ear, blowing a breath of air against it. "I'm thinking now..."

  The soft voice was pressed extremely low, as if suppressing something.

  His ears grew hot and Song Min's whole body trembled, "Whoosh" his eyes snapped open, staring directly into Wen Yan's clear and bright eyes, with a hint of a smile.

  "Uh...... I......"

  Song Min hadn't had time to say a word when Wen Yan lowered his head and covered Song Min's lips, slowly grinding against them.

  It's December already.

  Entering winter, the temperature in F city has dropped significantly. Outside, the cold wind is biting, so Song Min simply stays at home to write her thesis. After all, there's heating at home. At the company, Song Qing doesn't assign any work to her, she can't learn anything, and every day she sees Liang Yi and Song Qing showing affection, which is very annoying. It's better to stay at home with the heater and eat ice cream.

  After staying at home for so many days, Song Min's thesis has been roughly completed. After exchanging with her supervisor several times and constantly revising, Song Min suddenly felt that she was not suitable for academic research at all. She was getting annoyed with the constant revisions, but there was no other way out, and she could only make changes bit by bit. It's really hard to imagine how those big shots who publish numerous papers in journals every year can be so patient. Writing novels is much easier than writing a thesis.

  After typing two words, Song Min threw the computer aside in great annoyance and picked up his phone to send a message to Wen Yan: Wen Yan, I need comfort.

  After sending the message, Song Min threw away his phone, and he was really annoyed in his heart.

  "Ahhhhhhhh！！！！" Song Min yelled on the bed, pounding her fists on the mattress a few times, feeling slightly better. She had a lump in her throat and didn't know why, but she just couldn't vent it out, feeling very uncomfortable.

  Song Min got up again after a while and went to the toilet, only to find that her aunt had arrived...

  No wonder she's been so irritable these past few days...

  It turns out...

  Song Min suddenly felt very tired, packed up and returned to his room, saw Wen Yan's reply on his phone: Relatives came?

  Song Min's heart warmed up, and Wen Yan surprisingly remembered even her aunt's menstrual cycle clearly, and wasn't so annoyed anymore. She leaned on the bed chatting with Wen Yan: "Hmm."

  Add a sad face.

  Does it hurt?

  When Wen Yan asked like that, Song Min carefully felt it and didn't have any feeling. Since the time when Wen Yan knew she had cramps during her period, every time Wen Yan reminded her to drink brown sugar water, these few times when Song Min came on her period, she didn't have any feeling.

  Song Min: It doesn't hurt.

  Seeing "the other party is typing" on top, Song Min sent another message: I'm very annoyed, especially annoyed.

  Warm words: Then shouldn't I just not come back and appear in front of you again? To avoid being an eyesore.

  Song Min: ……

  "Open the door, I'm at the entrance."

  Song Min didn't even have time to put on his shoes and ran barefoot to the door to open it.

  "Why aren't you wearing shoes?" Seeing Song Min's bare feet, Wen Yan's eyebrows twisted in annoyance, as if she was about to blow up.

  Song Min rushed into Wen Yan's arms and hugged his neck, "Isn't this missing you too much!"

  "Alas, you're really a little ancestor, I have no way to deal with you." Wen Yan closed the door, took out slippers from the shoe cabinet and put them on the floor for Song Min, then pulled open Song Min's hands that were wrapped around his neck. "Put on your shoes, it's cold on the floor."

  "I don't want to wear it." Song Min hugged Wen Yan's arm and pouted, Wen Yan looked at her helplessly, let out a light sigh, with eyes full of indulgence, changed into slippers, put down the things in his hand on the shoe cabinet, and scooped up Song Min horizontally.

  "Ah, ah, ah......" Song Min didn't expect Wen Yan to directly pick her up, and was startled for a moment. Her hands waved in the air several times before she came back to herself and hurriedly wrapped them around Wen Yan's neck.

  Think about it, this is still Wen Yan's first time holding her like this, a princess carry.

  "Can't you listen for once?" Wen Yan put Song Min on the sofa in the living room, "Sit still, I'll go make you a cup of brown sugar water."

  "Hmm." Song Min nodded, gazing at Wen Yan with shining eyes.

  Wen Yan's heart softened, and he stopped in his tracks, plopping down beside Song Min. He cleared his throat, "Hm, since it doesn't hurt, let's charge again later."

  Song Min: "......"

  Song Min saw Wen Yan's eyes flicker a few times and had a bad premonition, subconsciously shifting to the side.

  Wen Yan stretched out his long arm and pulled Song Min into his own arms, holding him tightly. "Where are we going?" he asked loudly.

  There is laughter in his voice.

  "This heating is not good, it's too hot..." Song Min chuckled twice, although her parents were not at home, but being with Wen Yan in her own home made her feel a chill down her back...

  "Be honest." Wen Yan tightened his arm around Song Min's arm, "Accompany me to Beijing for a wedding in two days."

  "So soon?" Song Min's eyes widened in shock, staring at Wen Yan with a hint of despair.

  "What's wrong?"

  "I've gained so many pounds..." Song Min felt like crying, with a sense of being deceived by Wen Yan. When she was fat, Wen Yan would take her out to meet people, wasn't he afraid of losing face?...

  "Have you gained weight?" Wen Yan looked down and sized up Song Min, finally having some flesh on his face. Wen Yan touched Song Min's cheek, then moved his hand to Song Min's waist and patted it, "You haven't gained much weight after all."

  There's a hint of disappointment in his tone.

  Song Min heard that and almost vomited, she and Wen Yan might really not be able to communicate, this man actually thought she was too fat by so many pounds! Did he want her to become a two-hundred-pound fatty?!

  After finishing speaking, Wen Yan's gaze moved to Song Min's chest, revealing an expression of sudden realization, and smiled: "Growing in the right place, worthy of praise."