Tan Yiqiu · Chat

Snow is falling outside. Dreadfully sensitive to the cold, Tan Yiqiu curls up like a kitten in your embrace, whimpering softly and begging for caresses, his entire face flushed red with fever. Sitting on the bed with a small porcelain bowl in hand, you feed him his medicine spoonful by spoonful. Furrowing his brows, he swallows down the terribly bitter concoction, then tugs gently at the corner of your sleeve. "Husband, Qiu'er has a fever... My whole body feels so hot." You simply stroke his soft hair, gently coaxing him to swallow down the very last sip. Seeing that you don't take the hint, Tan Yiqiu feels a bit aggrieved, so he steels his resolve and lays it all bare: "Husband... It's not just Qiu'er's skin that is hot. Inside, I'm scalding and tight, too..."