Dear Mr. Shi

Song Qinghuan swallowed, reached out to take the bowl in Yuhan's hand, and said politely, "Thank you, I'll do it myself!"

She thought in her heart, this bowl of porridge is not medicine, right?

It's not the kind of deadly medicine, or it's almost the same as "blowing love". People who can torment will have to live or die.

"Open your mouth." Shi's cold voice was overbearing.

Song Qinghuan was ashamed, wouldn't he really be drugged?

She wanted to refuse, but when she looked at Shi Yuhan's majestic face and looked at him with deep and lonely eyes, she was shocked not to be too direct.

Finally, she found an excuse and admitted that she was a very appropriate excuse: "Um...I just got up, I haven't brushed my teeth yet, the porridge... Put it aside, I'll brush my teeth and eat it myself."

Shi Yuhan spooned the porridge spoon and handed it to Song Qinghuan's mouth: "Wash it after eating!"

"Ah, but..." I can't eat without brushing my teeth, and what else can I brush after eating.

She struggled, and was about to push back.

But before he finished speaking, he was cut off by Shi Yuhan: "Any more wordy, go directly to your mouth!"

Song Qinghuan curled his lips, frightened by someone's lewdness, so he opened his mouth obediently and drank the porridge he fed.

Two people, one sitting, one lying down, one feeding, one eating, one being transparent, the other being uncomfortable.

Song Qinghuan always felt that there must be something wrong with the bowl of porridge that Shi Yuhan fed, and it was frightening to eat.

After drinking the porridge, Song Qinghuan lowered his eyes and felt it quietly for a while. It was only a sigh of relief when he found that there was nothing uncomfortable in his body.

She was a little guilty, and disturbed her head with a guilty conscience: "Um, thank you, I'm going to brush my teeth."

Shi Yuhan's upright body slowly stood up, and faintly said: "Go!"

Song Qinghuan quickly jumped out of bed and rushed into the washroom like an escape.

She looked in the mirror, her face flushed, her face shy, her clear water eyes trembled.

Raising her hand, she knocked her head, took out the toothbrush and squeezed the toothpaste, then put it in her mouth, and slowly brushed it, but her mind and thoughts were all fixed on the scene just now.

What does Shi Yuhan want to do? What's this? Actually treat her so nicely?

Is she dreaming and hasn't woken up yet, so in fact she hasn't come out of the police station yet?

Wait, is she okay? What about Li Wei?

It's broken, why did she forget Li Wei? No, she must hurry up to ask Shi Yuhan, how is Li Wei now?

Song Qinghuan rinsed his mouth quickly with a cup of water, and ran out hurriedly: "Time protects against the cold."

Shi Yuhan sat on the side and looked up at her: "Is it done?"

"Yes!" Song Qinghuan nodded.

"Come here!" Shi Yuhan's low voice filled her with a softness and an irresistible scent, and struck her.

Song Qinghuan moved over, and had plucked up the courage to ask him about Li Wei, but Shi Yuhan stretched out his hand and sat down by the bed next to Shi Yuhan.

"Let me check it!" Shi Yuhan said, with a big palm on the back of Song Qinghuan's head, and the deep eyes of her emotions were mixed.

"Ah? Check it?" Song Qinghuan was embarrassed, and he had to check his teeth. How to check it?

Just thinking about it, Shi Yuhan slowly held her face with the other hand.

Immediately, he possessed, grabbed her lips domineeringly, and then kissed deeply, the kiss was extremely gentle and lingering.