Zhang Haixia who lost his sense of smell because the medicine he took caused runny nose to be block.

Medicine that also cause him to be so drowsy that he is extra delirious with high fever.

And a happy expasrated Zhang Hailou that have to deal with a surprisingly bratty sick Zhang Hailou who refuse to rest on his bed.

He would bump his wheelchair trying to move around and Zhang Hailou just want his sick shrimp to rest.

But the shrimp refuse to and kept trying to move around in his wheelchair. So the salt try and negotiate with the shrimp, telling him he'll buy his favourite fruits and blend of tea.

After some time, Zhang Haixia finally agree but he said he is too tired to move to his bed.

Zhang Haixia: Carry me

Zhang Hailou: ...

Zhang Hailou: Divine kindness

So Zhang Hailou turn his back to the sick person and waited for him to slouch himself on his back, but the shrimp did not move.

He turn around and saw the shrimp held put both of his arm. The salt gave a laugh straight from his chest, loss at word for the rare cuteness he is seeing.

Zhang Hailou then move closer, putting his hand around the shrimp neck and his knee, lifting the familiar weight up. Intending to do a princess carry for his princess.

But before the salt can properly settle the shirmp on his chest, the shrimp made what seems to be a whinning sound. The salt was taken aback, he has never heard this sound before... how can it possibly come from this man. Then something more shocking happend:

Zhang Haixia both arm encircled on his neck and his leg to encircle Zhang Hailou waist.

Zhang Haixia: Can't smell you

He mumbled while pulling his face closer to Zhang Hailou neck. Hiding his face at the crook of Zhang Hailou neck and rubbing his stuffy nose, trying to catch the scent that brings him the most comfort.

Zhang Hailou ears immediately went red, at the warmthness of Zhang Haixia body, of his heavy breath puffing to his neck and his weight that felt oh so right.

Zhang Hailou arm encircled around Zhang Haixia body, securing his grips so that man would not fall, even though that seem likely would not happend.

Zhang Haixia seems to have melt onto his embrace, looking so comfortable in Zhang Hailou arm.

Zhang Hailou: Okay, I will carry you. Xiazai, you can always lean one me.