Chapter 1322

Hearing this voice, song Zhixing suddenly turned around and saw him. He raised his eyebrows and said, "how did you go downstairs?"

Tang Yu waved the cup in his hand, "thirsty, want to drink water."

Song Zhixing put down the spoon in his hand, went to take the water cup in his hand and looked at him, "have you burned it back?"

Tang Yu shakes his head and says he doesn't know. She stood on tiptoe and put her little hand on his forehead. Can not bear her so hard, Tang Yu slightly bent down to facilitate her.

Two people, very close, he sprayed on her face breathing is still very hot, deep eyes, because of illness, and covered with a thin layer of fog, so fixed coagulation her, looks inexpressible charming. Song Zhixing unconsciously remembered the passion of just two people. His eyelashes trembled and his palms became hot.

"How about it? Is it cooling 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 recover from it.

“…… I don't think so. " She raised her hand and tried the temperature on her forehead. "Since you are awake, why don't you call a doctor and have a look. I tried to make a phone call, but either the other person didn't understand or I didn't understand. "

Tang Yu lip horn Yang Gao, "no, it will be good in a while."

He should have taken off his clothes and rolled into the snow long before he knew that he was so well treated when he was ill. I don't have to waste these days in the cold war with her.

His eyes, over her shoulder, looked at the cooked porridge, "cooked for me?"

Song Zhixing cooked it for him. He was expecting him to taste it. However, he had just tried it himself, which was obviously not a successful work. No, not only was it unsuccessful, it was a failure. She blocked her body. "This is my test product. I cooked it for the ball."

"Who is the ball?"

"It's the little rabbit you bought. I've given it a good name."

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

Tang Yu said as he crossed her to the kitchen. Song Zhixing wanted to stop him, but he had already taken a spoon from the pot and took a mouthful of porridge.

She was waiting for him to frown and spit out the porridge intact. This person has always been very picky, certainly does not like her cooking.

"Is it particularly sour? I still seem to have got the sauce wrong Song Zhixing was a little depressed and annoyed, "I'll heat up my aunt's cooking for a while. You can eat that."

Tang Yu, as if he had not heard her, turned off the fire, took a bowl and scooped out a bowl of porridge. By the way, he asked her, "have you eaten it? Would you like to have a bowl, too

He was wearing a gray pajamas, spoon and bowl, standing by the kitchen counter to talk to her. The elite men and the kitchen in the shopping mall are obviously incompatible, but at the moment, it seems that they are not abrupt at all. On the contrary, there is a kind of charm that people can't move.

Song Zhixing is distracted for a moment. Tang Yu doesn't hear the answer. He looks back at her and catches her distracted eyes.

"Why are you so absorbed?" He didn't smile.

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

"Do you want me to be bad?" Tang Yu slightly looked at her side face, "if you want, I can make myself worse..."

"Don't talk nonsense!" Song Zhixing interrupted Tang Yu's words with anger. The expression on the small face is very dignified. She looked at him seriously, "I don't want you to be sick! I don't like your illness either

Tang Yu looks a little deeper.

He was poisoned.

The way she taught himself like a little adult made him feel excited. No one dares to teach him that.

Feeling difficult to control, bending down, but also hot lips, directly attached to her lips.

The man's handsome face magnified in front of him, song Zhixing was confused for a moment, and he was in a trance. When she comes back, she struggles subconsciously You'll spread the cold to me as well... "

"It's too late to be afraid of infection now?" Tang Yu's lips have never retreated from her lips. Her voice is sexy and adds a few ambiguous feelings. "When I wanted you just upstairs, you should have refused Why not? Well? "

Even if she didn't kiss as deeply as she had just done, the burning lips rubbed on her lips were enough to make her breathe harder and her heart beat faster.

She gasped, her eyes fluttering in the air, "that's I fell asleep... "

"If you fall asleep, you can still be so enthusiastic. Stars, you are dreaming of spring." He spoke in a low voice, his fingers gently pinched her snow-white earlobe, every movement, every word was clearly put out to be flirting.

Song Zhixing was humiliated by him, and beat him with a fist, "you are the dream of spring."

"Well." He's not like her, he admits cheekily, "and It's you in the dream and out of the dream. ""You Sick are restless! I think it's true that you don't need to see a doctor! " Song Zhixing pushed him away and backed away. The earlobe that he had just caught is burning red, like transparent red glaze.

She rubbed it.

Like angry, clear eyes stare at him, grab his cup, twist over to pour water for him.

Tang Yu looked at the back, and suddenly had a kind of hope that time would best condense.

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

Song Zhixing brought the water to him. Although he was just a little angry, he was still very grateful to see him enjoying his porridge cooked by himself and felt very successful.

But, after all, he could not bear to destroy his stomach.

She's tried it herself. It's terrible.

So, when he was half drunk, song Zhixing stopped his hand and said, "forget it, don't drink it. I know the taste is bad. You don't have to force yourself to coax me

Tang Yu shakes his head, "did not coax you."

He means it's good to drink? Song Zhixing, of course, didn't believe it, but his heart fluctuated because of his words. "I'll heat up my aunt's cooking for you."

"Don't bother." Tang Yu pulled her up and lifted a bad smile from the corner of his lips. "I'm not sensitive to my taste buds now. I eat the same thing. Anyway, I can't taste anything. So this porridge won't destroy me. I can eat it."

“……” Song Zhixing's original feeling in his heart is that Tang Yu's words are broken into dregs in an instant. What's more, I'm very angry!

So, this guy didn't drink this porridge just to coax himself. He didn't have a sense of taste and ate the same thing! She's acting on her own!

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