One Thousand Three Hundred and Sixty-Eight LOVE Six

Hearing this voice, Song Zhixing suddenly turned around and raised his eyebrows when he saw him, "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 glass from his hand, and looked at him, "Has your fever gone?"

Tang Yu shook his head and said he didn't know. She stood on tiptoes and put her little hands on his forehead. Unable to bear the hard work, Tang Yu leaned down slightly to make it easier for her.

The two of them were so close, his breath on her face was still very hot, and his deep eyes, covered with a thin layer of mist due to illness, stared at her intently, looking like they were... Incredibly charming. Song Zhixing unconsciously thought of the passionate love between the two of them just now, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his palms became hot.

"How's it going? Has it cooled down?" he asked. The worry in her eyes was clear. He was in a good mood, feeling that his illness had receded a lot, and his body seemed to have barely recovered.

"...It seems not." She raised her hand to test the temperature on her forehead again, "Since you're awake, why don't you call the doctor to come and take a look. I tried calling, but either The other person doesn’t understand, or I don’t understand.”

Tang Yu raised the corners of his lips, "No need, it will be fine in a while."

If he had known that there was such a good treatment for being sick, he should have taken off his clothes and rolled into the snow. There is no need to waste these days in a cold war with her.

He looked over her shoulder at the porridge being cooked, "Boiled for me?"

Song Zhixing was right to cook it for him. He originally expected him to taste it, but he just tried it himself and it was obviously not a success. No, not only was it unsuccessful, it was a failure. She blocked it with her body, "This is my test product. I cooked it for Xiao Qiuqiu."

"Who is Xiao Qiuqiu?"

"It's the little snow bunny you bought. I've already given it a name."

"It's a little rabbit, not a white mouse. Besides, she eats vegetables and radishes, not porridge."

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

She was waiting for him to frown and spit out the porridge intact. This person has always been very picky, so he definitely doesn't like what she cooks.

"Is it particularly sour? I seem to have made a mistake in the seasoning.

Song Zhixing was a little frustrated and annoyed, "I'll heat up the food cooked by my aunt in a while. You can eat that." "

As if Tang Yu didn't hear her words, he turned off the fire, took a bowl and scooped out a bowl of porridge, and asked her, "Have you eaten yet? Do you want to drink a bowl too?"

He was wearing a set of gray home clothes and pajamas, and he was standing by the stove talking to her with a spoon and a bowl. The elite man in the shopping mall and the kitchen are obviously an incompatible match, but at this moment, they don't seem out of place at all. On the contrary, there is a kind of charm that people can't move away from.

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

"Why are you looking so fascinated?" He half-smiled.

Song Zhixing was embarrassed by that smile. In order to hide his discomfort, he walked over and muttered like a complaint: "I thought you were really sick, but it doesn't look that bad now."

"Do you want me to be bad?" Tang Yu glanced sideways, looking at her profile, "If you want me to be bad, I can make myself a little worse..."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Song Zhixing interrupted Tang Yu angrily. The expression on his little face was solemn. She looked at him seriously, "I don't want you to get sick! I don't like you to get sick either!"

Tang Yu's expression darkened slightly.

He was deeply poisoned.

He felt moved by the way she taught him a lesson like a little adult. But no one dared to teach him such a lesson.

Unable to control his feelings, he leaned forward and placed his still hot lips directly on hers.

The man's handsome face magnified in front of him. Song Zhixing was stunned for a moment, and his mind was a little dazed. When she came to her senses, she struggled subconsciously, "...you will spread the cold to me..."

"Is it too late to worry about infection now?" Tang Yu's lips never moved away from hers, and his voice was sexy, adding a bit of ambiguous lust, "When I wanted you upstairs just now, You should have refused...why not?"

Even if the kiss wasn't as deep as before, the hot lips rubbing against hers were enough to make her breathe heavier and her heart beat faster.

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

"You can still be so enthusiastic when you are asleep, Xingxing, you are dreaming of spring." He whispered, his fingers gently pinching her snow-white earlobes, every movement and every word made it clear that he was **.

Song Zhixing was so embarrassed by what he said that he hit him with his fist angrily, "You are the one who is dreaming about spring."

"Yeah." He was different from her, he admitted shamelessly, "And...it's all about you in and out of dreams."

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

She rubbed it.

As if angry, she glared at him with clear eyes, grabbed his cup, and turned around to pour him water.

Tang Yu looked at the back, suddenly feeling hopeful that time would be best condensed here.

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Song Zhixing deliberately poured the water slowly. After pouring the water, Tang Yu had already taken the porridge out. Sitting in the restaurant, he drank it with relish.

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

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

She had tried the taste herself, and it was terrible.

So, when he drank halfway, Song Zhixing stopped his hand, "Forget it, don't drink it, I know it tastes bad. You don't have to force yourself to coax me."

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

Did he mean it was really delicious? Song Zhixing didn't believe it, of course, but his heart was moved by his words. "I'll heat up the food Auntie made for you."

"Don't bother." Tang Yu pulled her, with a sly smile on his lips, "My taste buds are not sensitive now, and everything I eat is the same. Anyway, I can't taste anything, so this porridge won't destroy me, as long as it can go down my stomach."

"..." Song Zhixing's original touch was instantly shattered into dregs because of Tang Yu's words. Moreover, he was very angry!

So, this guy didn't drink this porridge to coax himself, he just had no sense of taste, and everything he ate was the same! She was being self-indulgent!

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