Hearing this voice, Song Zhixing suddenly turned his head and saw him, his thin eyebrows furrowed, "Why did you go downstairs?" ”

Tang Yu waved the cup in his hand, "I'm thirsty and want to drink water." ”

Song Zhixing put down the spoon in his hand, went over to take the water cup in his hand, and looked at him, "Have you burned down?" ”

Tang Yu shook his head, saying he didn't know. She stood on tiptoe and put her little hand on his forehead. couldn't bear her to work so hard, Tang Yu leaned down slightly to facilitate her.

The two of them, so close, the breath he sprayed on her face was still very hot, and the deep eyes, covered with a thin layer of mist because of illness, stared at her so fixedly, looking indescribably charming. Song Zhixing unconsciously remembered the passion between the two people just now, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his palms became hot.

"How? Has it cooled down? He asked. The worry in her eyes was clear. He was in a good mood, he felt that his illness had subsided a lot, and his body seemed to be barely recovering.

“…… It doesn't seem to be. She raised her hand again to test the temperature on her forehead, "Since you're awake, why don't you call the doctor and take a look." I tried to call, but either the other party didn't understand or I didn't understand. ”

The corners of Tang Yu's lips raised, "No need, it will be fine in a while." ”

If he knew that he would be treated so well when he was sick, he should have taken off his clothes and rolled into the snow by himself. There is no need to waste these few days on the cold war with her.

His gaze crossed her shoulder to the porridge that was cooking, "Boiled for me?" ”

Song Zhixing boiled it for him, and he was expected to taste it, but he tried it himself just now, and it was obviously an unsuccessful work. No, not only did it not succeed, but it failed. She leaned in her way, "This is my experiment, I cooked it for the little ball." ”

"Who's the little ball?"

"It's the little snow rabbit you bought, and I've already named it."

"It's a bunny, not a white mouse. Besides, she eats vegetables and turnips, and does not drink porridge. ”

Tang Yu said as he walked past her into the kitchen. Song Zhixing originally wanted to stop him, but he had already skillfully taken a spoon from the pot and scooped a mouthful of porridge and drank it.

She was waiting for him to frown and spit out the porridge untouched. This person has always been very picky, and he definitely doesn't like her cooking.

"Isn't it particularly sour? I still seem to have gotten the seasoning wrong. Song Zhixing was a little frustrated and a little annoyed, "I'll heat up the dishes made by my aunt for a while, you can eat that." ”

As if he hadn't heard her, Tang Yu turned off the fire, took a bowl and scooped a bowl of porridge out, and asked her by the way, "Have you eaten it?" Would you like to have a bowl too? ”

He was dressed in a set of gray loungewear pajamas, and stood by the stove with a spoon and bowl to talk to her. The elite men in the mall and the kitchen are obviously incompatible, but at the moment, they don't look abrupt at all. On the contrary, there is a kind of charm that people can't get rid of.

Song Zhixing was distracted for a moment, Tang Yu didn't hear the answer, turned to look at her, and grabbed her distracted gaze.

"Why are you so fascinated?" He was smiling.

Song Zhixing was embarrassed by that smile, and in order to hide his discomfort, he walked over and muttered as if complaining: "I thought you were really sick, but it doesn't seem to be very bad now." ”

"You want me to be bad?" Tang Yu looked sideways slightly, looking at her side face, "If you wish, I can make myself a little worse......"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Song Zhixing interrupted Tang Yu's words a little angrily. The expression on the little face was solemn. She looked at him seriously, "I don't want you to get sick!" I don't like you sick either! ”

Tang Yu's expression darkened slightly.

He was deeply poisoned.

The way she taught herself like a little adult, he felt excited. But no one dared to teach him such a lesson.

couldn't help it, leaned over, and the hot lips were directly attached to her lips.

The man's handsome face enlarged in front of him, and Song Zhixing was stunned for a moment, and his mind was a little trance. When she came back to her senses, she subconsciously struggled, "...... You're going to pass the cold to me like this......"

"I'm afraid of infection now, will it be too late?" Tang Yu's lips never retreated from hers, and her voice was sexy, adding a little ambiguous lust, "When I asked you upstairs just now, you should have refused...... Why not? Well? ”

Even if she didn't kiss as deeply as she had just now, the hot flap of her lips rubbing against her lips was enough to make her breathe heavier and her heart beat faster.

She gasped, her eyes wandering in the air, "That'...... It's me who fell asleep......"

"When you're asleep, you can still be so enthusiastic, Xingxing, you're dreaming." He whispered, his fingers gently pinching her snow-white earlobes, every movement, every word was clearly **.

Song Zhixing was embarrassed by what he said, and slapped him angrily, "You are the one who dreams of spring." ”

"Hmm." He's not like her, he cheekily admitted, "and...... It's all you in and out of your dreams. ”

"You...... It's restless when you're sick! I really don't need to see a doctor! Song pushed him away and stepped back. The earlobe that he had just grabbed was now burned red, like transparent red glass.

She rubbed it.

As if angry, her clear eyes glared at him, grabbed his cup, turned around and poured him water.

Tang Yu looked at the back, and suddenly had a kind of hope, it was best for time to condense like this.

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Song Zhixing deliberately poured the water slowly. After pouring the water, Tang Yu had already gone out with the porridge. Sitting in the dining room, drinking with relish.

Song Zhixing brought the water to him, although he was a little angry just now, but he was still very grateful and felt a sense of accomplishment when he saw him drinking the porridge he had cooked so happily.

However, after all, he still couldn't bear to destroy his stomach.

She had tried it all herself, and it was terrible.

So, when he was halfway through drinking, Song Zhixing stopped his hand, "Forget it, don't drink it, I know it doesn't taste good." You don't have to push yourself to coax me. ”

Tang Yu shook his head, "I didn't coax you." ”

Does he mean it's delicious? Of course, Song Zhixing didn't believe it, but his heart fluctuated because of his words. "I'll go and heat up Auntie's cooking."

"Don't bother." Tang Yu pulled her back, and the corners of his lips hooked up a wicked smile, "My taste buds are not sensitive now, I eat the same thing, and I can't taste anything anyway, so this porridge won't destroy me, just be able to lower my stomach." ”

"......" Song Zhixing's heart was originally moved, just because of Tang Yu's words, it instantly shattered into slag. Moreover, he was not lightly angry!

Therefore, this guy didn't drink this porridge to coax himself at all, he didn't have a sense of taste at all, and he just ate the same everything! She's making a fuss!

[Good night! Today's update is complete! Asking for a monthly pass at the beginning of the month ~ Recommended ticket ~~~]

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