Hearing this voice, Song Zhixing suddenly turned around, and when he saw him, his thin eyebrows knitted, "Why did you come downstairs?"
Tang Yu waved the cup in his hand and said, "I'm thirsty and want to drink some water."
Song Zhixing put down the spoon in his hand, went over to take the cup of water from his hand, and looked at him, "Is your fever gone?"
Tang Yu shook his head, indicating that he didn't know. She stood on tiptoe and put her small hand on his forehead. Unable to bear her suffering like this, 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 hot, his deep eyes, covered with a thin layer of mist because of his illness, just staring at her, looking indescribably charming. Song Zhixing couldn't help but think of the passion they had just had, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her palms became hot.
"How is it? Has the temperature dropped?" he asked. The worry in her eyes was clear. He was in a good mood, and felt that his illness had receded a lot, and his body seemed to have barely recovered its vitality.
"… It seems not." She raised her hand to test the temperature of her forehead again. "Since you are awake, why don't you call a doctor to come and have a look. I tried to call, but either the other party didn't understand, or I didn't understand."
Tang Yu raised the corners of his lips, "No need, it will be fine in a while."
If he had known that being sick would be treated so well, he should have taken off his clothes and rolled into the snow. He wouldn't have to waste these days in a cold war with her.
He looked over her shoulder at the porridge that was cooking, "Is it for me?"
It was true that Song Zhixing cooked it for him, and she had expected him to try it, but after trying it herself, it was obviously not a successful product. No, not only unsuccessful, but also a failure. She blocked it with her body, "This is my test product, I cooked it for Xiaoqiuqiu."
"Who is Little Ball?"
"It's the little snow rabbit you bought. I've already named it."
"It's a little rabbit, not a white mouse. Besides, she eats vegetables and radishes, not porridge."
Tang Yu said as he walked past her into the kitchen. Song Zhixing wanted to stop him, but he had already skillfully taken the soup spoon from the pot and scooped a mouthful of porridge to drink.
She was waiting for him to frown and spit out the porridge intact. This man was always picky and would definitely not like what she cooked.
"Is it particularly sour? I think I got the seasoning wrong." Song Zhixing was a little frustrated and annoyed. "I'll heat up the dish Auntie made later. You can eat that."
Tang Yu turned off the fire as if he didn't hear her words, took out a bowl of porridge, and asked her, "Have you eaten? Do you want to drink a bowl too?"
He was wearing a set of grey home clothes and pajamas, holding a spoon and a bowl, standing by the stove and talking to her. The elite man in the business world and the kitchen are obviously an incompatible match, but at this moment, it doesn't look out of place at all. Instead, there is a kind of charm that makes people unable to move away.
Song Zhixing was distracted for a moment. Tang Yu didn't hear the answer, turned around to look at her, and caught her absent-minded gaze.
"What are you looking at so intently?" He smiled.
Song Zhixing was embarrassed by that smile. In order to hide his discomfort, he walked over and muttered as if complaining: "I thought you were really sick, but now it seems that you are not that bad."
"Do you want me to be terrible?" Tang Yu looked at her sideways, "If you want, I can make myself a little worse..."
"Stop talking nonsense!" Song Zhixing interrupted Tang Yu angrily. The expression on her face was very solemn. She looked at him seriously, "I don't want you to be sick! I don't like you to be sick either!"
Tang Yu's expression deepened slightly.
He was deeply poisoned.
He felt moved when she lectured him like a little adult, but no one dared to lecture him like this.
Unable to control himself, he leaned over and pressed his lips, still burning hot, directly against hers.
The handsome face of the man enlarged in front of her. Song Zhixing was stunned for a moment, and her mind was a little dazed. When she came to her senses, she struggled subconsciously, "... You will infect me with the cold if you do this..."
"Isn't it too late to worry about infection now?" Tang Yu's lips never left hers, his voice was sexy, adding a bit of ambiguous desire, "When I asked you upstairs just now, you should have refused... Why didn't you? Hmm?"
Even though it wasn't as deep a kiss as just now, the feeling of his burning lips rubbing against hers was enough to make her breathing heavier and her heartbeat quicken.
She panted, her eyes wandering in the air, "That was... I fell asleep..."
"You're still so passionate even when you're asleep, Xingxing. You're having an erotic dream." He whispered, pinching her snow-white earlobe gently with his fingers. Every movement and every word was clearly a flirtation.
Song Zhixing felt so ashamed by what he said that he punched him in anger, "You are the one having a wet dream."
"Yeah." He was different from her, he admitted shamelessly, "And... you're the only one in my 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 her clear eyes, grabbed his cup, turned around and poured him some water.
Tang Yu looked at the back and suddenly felt a hope that time could just freeze at that moment.
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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 with relish.
Song Zhixing brought the water to him. Although he was a little angry just now, he was still grateful and felt a sense of accomplishment when he saw him drinking the porridge he cooked so happily.
But, in the end, I couldn't bear to destroy his stomach.
She had tried the taste herself and it was terrible.
So, when he was halfway through drinking, Song Zhixing stopped his hand and said, "Forget it, don't drink it. I know it tastes bad. You don't have to force yourself to please me."
Tang Yu shook his head, "I didn't coax you."
Did he mean it was really delicious? Of course Song Zhixing didn't believe it, but his heart was moved by his words. "I'll heat up the food Auntie made for you."
"No need to bother." Tang Yu pulled her back, a wicked smile on his lips, "My taste buds are not sensitive now, so it doesn't matter what I eat. I can't taste anything anyway, so this porridge won't destroy me. It's fine as long as I can eat it."
"..." Song Zhixing's original feeling of being touched was instantly shattered by Tang Yu's words. Moreover, he was very angry!
Therefore, this guy didn't drink the porridge just to please me. He simply had no sense of taste, so everything he ate was the same! She was being self-indulgent!
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