You suddenly have a fever one day, and you had to keep yourself in bed, forgetting about your phone. Most importantly, all that missed texts and calls from Xiao.

You wake up to a wet towel on your forehead, and Xiao by your bedside, looking frustrated and annoyed.

"Why didn't you call me, love? I would've took care of you." He grumbles. "Now come here." He raises your chin and puts hot soup in your mouth. "Call me next time, okay?"