Ace Lover Global Limited Edition

"Shirui, why are you here?" After Feng Lujin saw that the person holding him was Tang Shirui, she panicked and tried to push her away.

To be honest, he didn't want others to see him in such a miserable state, especially her.

"Don't talk, just let me hold you quietly for a while." Tang Shirui put her cheek against Feng Lujin's back and hugged his waist tightly.

"What happened?" Feng Lujin frowned, not understanding why she suddenly made such a move.

Tang Shirui didn't speak, just shook her head gently, and admitted that she was really moved by Feng Lujin.

In the past, every time when she had dysmenorrhea, she would lie on the bed by herself, covering her stomach with a quilt, gritting her teeth and holding on for a long time. Even if it hurt again, she would never think about taking medicine or boiling brown sugar water.

Or ginger soup.

But things are different now. She has a fiancé, and her fiancé is actually so considerate of her and takes care of her so meticulously.

Tang Shirui felt like she was in a dream now. She was so afraid that these unreal things like dreams would disappear in the blink of an eye.

At this time, Feng Lujin's exclamation suddenly brought her back to her thoughts.

"What's wrong?" Tang Shirui quickly let go of Feng Lujin, and then asked with concern.

"Haha, no, it's okay." Feng Lujin smiled reluctantly and subconsciously hid his hands behind his back.

Tang Shirui glanced at him suspiciously and didn't say anything more, but took the time to turn off the gas.

After she finished doing this, she immediately asked Feng Lujin: "Did you burn your hands?"

"How is that possible?" Feng Lujin shrugged indifferently and said in a dragging voice.

"Then stretch out your hand and show it to me! Why are you hiding it behind your back?" Tang Shirui's eyes were locked tightly on Feng Lujin's face, and then she hid him behind her while he was distracted.

His hand was pulled out.

But at this moment, Tang Shirui would rather not see Feng Lujin's hand that was so burned that a layer of skin fell off, because after seeing it, her heart began to throb violently.

But this time she didn't cry or say a word, she just gently held Feng Lujin's uninjured hand and went upstairs.

"Shi Rui, what are you doing? The soup will be cold soon." Feng Lujin shook off her hand and did not cooperate obediently.

"You can reheat the soup after it has cooled! But it will be difficult to transplant skin if there are scars on your hands!" Tang Shirui smiled slightly and did not get angry at him, but her voice suddenly became surprisingly gentle.

But after saying this, she actually grabbed Feng Lujin's arm and forcibly pulled him upstairs, and then went to his room.