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Damn it, it looks like I have a cold.
After driving all the way, we finally arrived home.
After arriving at home, everyone was in a dazed state and not looking very good.
She got out of the car, walked to her room, took a hot shower, and drank a cup of strong ginger tea afterward.
Then he crawled to bed again and fell asleep.
When she woke up, she found that her throat was very stinging, and even swallowing saliva was very painful.
She opened her eyes and took a look. She was still in her room, but she was already receiving an infusion.
"Gurgling, are you still feeling uncomfortable? Are you hungry?"
Watching her wake up, the housekeeper, Grandma Liu, quickly asked her softly.
"Much better, but my throat hurts a little!"
Qingming smiled.
"I'll have someone bring the porridge to you. Eat a bowl and then go to sleep!"
Grandma Liu put her hand on her head and touched her. When she saw that her fever had subsided, she went downstairs with peace of mind.
Jiang Qingqing closed his eyes and rested for a while. He heard footsteps. The maid should have brought the porridge.
"Sit up and let me eat!"
What suddenly came was Ouyang Ming's voice, which caught Jiang Qingying open his eyes off guard.
"How did you come!?"
Jiang Qingqing sat up with one hand for support.
"Can't I come?"
After hearing her words, Ouyang Ming's face darkened.
A hint of disappointment flashed through his obsidian eyes.
He put the porridge in his hand on the table, and put a soft pillow on her back.
"Thanks!"
Jiang Qingqing found a comfortable posture and sat down.
"Let's have porridge!"
Ouyang Ming took a spoon, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, and brought it to her lips.
Jiang Qingping looked at the steaming porridge, which was about to touch his lips, and quickly hid behind it.
"What do you want to do? This is so hot. Do you want to burn me to death?"
Jiang Qingqing looked at him angrily.
"...What to do then!"
It was the first time that Ouyang Ming saw Jiang Qingying so vividly. At this time, she screamed so fiercely that he didn't even refute her.
"Then you blow it!"
Jiang Qingping looked at his clumsy look and couldn't help laughing in his heart.
Looking at his expression, it was obvious that he had never done this kind of thing before.
Yes, Not Bad! !
"Um!"
Ouyang Ming responded, scooped up the spoonful of porridge, brought it to his lips, and began to blow on it.
After blowing twice so carefully, he awkwardly brought the spoon to her lips.
Of course he knew that just blowing on it would be enough, but just blowing on it, wouldn’t it make you salivate!
So, didn’t she eat her own saliva
Thinking of this, Ouyang Ming's ears started to feel hot.
Qingying opened his mouth and took a mouthful of porridge.
The porridge is smooth and very delicious.
"There's a little bit on your lips!"
Ouyang Ming took a spoonful and blew it on his lips. But when he lifted it up, he saw a grain of rice on the edge of her red lips.
At the moment, he went to get tissues.
"It's fine!"
Jiang Qingqing quickly stopped her. She stretched out the tip of her tongue and lightly licked her red lips.
When Ouyang Ming saw her posture, his heart suddenly felt hot.