Song Qingrui walked in and saw that the woman in the room had wet hair and was wearing a pure white pajamas. The pajamas only reached her waist, and she wore a pair of light yellow panties underneath, exposing her two straight white legs.

in the air.

Forget it, several buttons on her pajamas were unbuttoned, half of the view was exposed.

He almost lost his grip on the porridge in his hand, and flames shot up from below, and he couldn't help but breathe quickly.

"ah......."

Their eyes met, and when Lin Fanyue came to consciousness, she screamed in fright, got into the quilt in embarrassment, her pretty face turned red, and then her whole body felt like it was exploding, "Song Qingrui, why are you still here?"

"I'm not here, I'm always downstairs."

Song Qingrui endured the discomfort and took a deep breath. He placed the bowl beside the bed, and then glanced at the woman hiding under the quilt.

The scenery just now flashed by again.

He closed his eyes in a slightly embarrassed manner, then opened them again. His eyes were clear again, "I cooked porridge for you."

"...oh...oh."

Lin Fanyue's face was flushed, and her wet hair was flowing down her face. Her white face and black hair formed an ultimate allure.

Song Qingrui guessed that she didn't realize how charming she looked now, "I'll go out first, and you put on your pants."

He stood up straight, turned around and closed the door behind him as he walked out.

Lin Fanyue came out of the quilt dejectedly, and then looked at her sexy appearance. She almost wanted to kill herself with tofu.

never mind.

She closed her eyes and told herself.

Song Qingrui likes men, likes men.

Maybe he feels disgusted when he sees his own body.

But is it really disgusting?

She suddenly felt uncomfortable.

She took a look at the hot porridge on the side. It seemed to contain minced meat and vegetables. She took a spoon and blew it cold and tasted it. Even though she had no appetite, she still felt that the taste of the porridge was very strong.

Five minutes later, Song Qingrui knocked on the door again, "Are you dressed?"

"Come in."

Lin Fanyue took a deep breath.

Song Qingrui opened the door and came in. She had already put on thick winter pajamas and pajamas, holding a bowl of porridge in her hand, sitting on the sofa and sipping it.

Staring into his clear black eyes, Lin Fanyue felt a little unnatural for a moment. Her pretty face looked red and alluring under the lamp, and she didn't know whether she had just taken a shower or was embarrassed.

"I...I thought you went back." She lowered her head to drink the porridge, her face almost buried in the bowl.

"You have a fever, how can I go back? The doctor said it is very likely that the fever will recur," Song Qingrui said and touched her forehead again.

Her body trembled. She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she felt that his hands were very hot. "I should feel better. I sweated a lot before..."

"It's better to touch it, but I just took a shower and my body temperature is not accurate." Song Qingrui asked, "Where is your hair dryer?"

"In the bathroom, I was drying my hair after eating."

After Lin Fanyue finished speaking, he went into the bathroom, took out the hair dryer, found a plug and plugged it in, then stood behind her and started blowing.

The hair dryer whirred behind her ears, a stream of warm air blew onto her scalp, and his fingers went through her hair.

Lin Fanyue was stunned.

This state of affairs between two people is very strange.

"Stop blowing it. I'll do it myself later. I have long hair and it will take a long time to blow it." She turned around and said.

"Turn away and drink the porridge, don't move."


Chapter completed!