Song Qingrui pulled her over and said, "Do you know that if you don't dry your hair in time after washing, you will have frequent headaches in the future? You are such an adult and you don't know how to pay attention."

Lin Fanyue, who was suffering from a cold, was scolded and looked unhappy, "You take care of me."

"I don't care about you, who cares about you." Song Qingrui took the hair dryer and blew it on her face.

"Song Qingrui, you are so annoying." She reached out and punched his arm, but she didn't use any force at all.

Song Qingrui's whole body tensed up due to her coquettish voice.

He thought to himself that sooner or later he would be tortured to death by her.

Her long hair was really not easy to blow dry, and it took nearly ten minutes to dry it completely.

Lin Fanyue had already finished half a bowl of porridge and didn't want to eat anymore.

"Just eat this?" Song Qingrui frowned, "Eat some more."

"No, I have no appetite." Lin Fanyue turned away and shrank into the sofa, like a child.

"I cooked it myself, so give me some face." Song Qingrui sat on the side and coaxed her.

Lin Fanyue was stunned, "Did you survive?"

"Otherwise?" Song Qingrui raised his eyebrows, "The outside is not clean."

Lin Fanyue opened her mouth, but her throat felt like it was blocked for a moment, "I remember there is no meat and rice at home."

"I asked a nearby supermarket to deliver it to your door. You had a fever, so I didn't dare to go out." Song Qingrui sighed and said, "I've already bought breakfast for tomorrow, so there's no need to go out to eat."

"You... plan to sleep... here tonight?" Lin Fanyue stuttered.

"Otherwise?" Song Qingrui smiled, "There is someone taking care of you. If anything happens, I can at least take you to the hospital in time."

"No need." Lin Fanyue whispered, "It's not the first time I've had a fever. I've just spent the night alone before."

"You didn't know me before. If you want to know me earlier, you don't have to be alone."

Song Qingrui scooped up a spoonful of porridge and said, "Open your mouth..."

She looked at his gentle expression and finally took two more bites obediently.

"You can rest for a while, I'll go downstairs and take a shower." Song Qingrui stood up.

"Do you... want a change of clothes?" Lin Fanyue looked at his back and blurted out.

Song Qingrui turned around.

Lin Fanyue looked away, "When I was pregnant, Song Rongshi stayed here with me for a while. Later, we got divorced. He never came, but I still have some clothes here..."

Song Qingrui was startled, feeling a little blocked in her heart, but she soon let go. When there was Song Rong in her world, this room also had the shadow of Song Rong, but he can slowly replace it in the future.

"Okay, where is it? My body shape is similar to his, so I should be able to wear it."

"In the cupboard in the second bedroom next door, you can sleep there at night."

After Song Qingrui passed by, he opened the cabinet and felt a headache. The clothes inside were very sexy. After taking a shower, he took a green pajamas and put them on.

After Lin Fanyue played with her mobile phone in the bedroom for a while, she got back into bed and fell asleep.

She was drowsily asleep and her head was heavy when she felt something cold stuck to her forehead.

She opened her eyes, and under the dim desk lamp, Song Qingrui was sitting next to her, touching her head and saying softly: "You started to have a fever again, I put a fever-reducing patch on you."

"Well, I feel tight in my chest...I want to vomit..."

"Spit it out. You might feel better after you finish vomiting it."

Song Qingrui brought the trash can over.

Lin Fanyue lay on the edge of the bed, brewing for a while before vomiting.

When it was painful to vomit, she felt a hand caressing her back gently.


Chapter completed!