Slag Girl Illustrated Book

Sitting in Fan Qingtong's car, her condition is still not very good, the fever has not completely subsided, and the whole person is still a little groggy.

The car was parked in the garage, and his princess hugged Ruan Xi and got out of the car, holding her upstairs all the way.

She didn't feel well and didn't say she wants to go by herself. If her boyfriend pets you, that's all she should do. Just accept it, and put his neck tightly in his arms.

He didn't leave tonight, and Ruan Xihe didn't force him to go. He was in a bad state, and Fan Qingtong could just take care of her when he was there.

The eldest master has never served anyone in his life, and sat down on her bedside to take care of her all night.

Fearing that she would have a fever in the middle of the night, she kept changing her towel to put her forehead and wipe her hands.

He would wake up as soon as she turned around, touched her forehead, made sure it was not hot, and then continued to lie down and squinted again.

When Ruan Xihe woke up, the sky was already bright.

Fan Qingtong lay on the edge of the bed, frowning, probably because she was sleeping uncomfortably in this position.

She wanted to laugh a little, but fortunately, her bed was a soft tatami bed with extensions, otherwise Fan Qingtong might have had a harder time going through the whole night.

The burning didn't burn anymore, even if the body was uncomfortable, the burning last night was uncomfortable and I didn't take a bath, and it was sticky. She picked up the blanket on the bed and put it on Fan Qingtong's body. She gently stepped on her slippers and went to the kitchen.

Slowly open the text, she cooked some rice porridge, there are mustard and pickles in the refrigerator just right.

"Meow~" Rolling walked to her feet and rubbed.

Ruan Xihe went to take a look at the rolling small bowl, and sure enough, there was nothing to eat in it.

Go and add food to it.

He took out a small dried fish and teased it.

Counting the time, the porridge was almost ready, and two bowls were scooped out to dry.

I covered it with a heat-preserving cover, and then I took a shower and rinsed it.

When Fan Qingtong woke up, he found that there was no one on the bed. For a moment, a huge panic surrounded him, and he went out in chaos. When he saw her in the kitchen, the feeling of hanging heart slowly disappeared.

Ruan Xihe raised his head when he heard the movement, he had already walked a few steps and hugged himself firmly.

"What's the matter?" Ruan Xihe patted him on the back lightly, his voice was very gentle.

"I just want to hug you."

His chin rested on her shoulders, he didn't rest well, and there was a trace of hoarseness in his voice.

"I cooked some porridge, and you just woke up, let's eat." Ruan Xihe said.

"good."

Fan Qingtong took a sip and found that the porridge was very different from what he had eaten before.

Very soft and waxy.

That kind of porridge is not good enough.

Even the porridge without pickles is delicious.

"The porridge you made is delicious." Fan Qingtong said from the bottom of his heart.

She curled her lips with a smile, her eyes filled with tenderness and drunkenness: "Drink more if you like, there is still a can there."

"good."

"Where do you want to go today? I'm not going to class, so I can go with you." Ruan Xihe said.

"You just had a fever last night, so take a good rest at home today. If I don't go out to play, I will take care of you at home." Fan Qingtong said.

"I'm fine, and it's not uncomfortable anymore."

"No, you don't let me worry about it, and make me worry every day." He scratched Ruan Xihe's nose casually.

After eating, Fan Qingtong took the initiative to pack up the dishes, and when he rolled up his sleeves and prepared to wash the dishes, Ruan Xihe leaned against the wall to look at him, his eyes narrowed slightly.

The prodigal son is also very charming.

The sound of the water clashed, and he worked very neatly.

Ruan Xihe just wanted to go back to the room to lie down, 044 pulled the alarm.

"Hehe, Yue Qi is back, and he's already downstairs."

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