"Are you full?" Xu Lang asked her, "How about you also have a bowl of porridge."
"I don't want to drink."
"Then what do you want to eat? I'll make it for you tonight."
"Just rest." Fan Mengrou glanced at him and saw that he didn't mean to joke at all. She was stunned and looked away: "My brother will come to pick you up in a while. You don't have to worry about what I will eat. I won't be hungry." of."
"I'm fine." Xu Lang felt that he was in much better spirits: "I'll call him later and stop him from coming."
"Are you kidding me?" Fan Mengrou was a little angry. Why didn't this person care about his body at all? "You have a fever of forty degrees - I forgot to take your temperature, etc."
She took the thermometer and stuffed it directly into Xu Lang's collar. Halfway through, she remembered that Xu Lang could do it by himself now. She took it out and handed it to him: "Test it yourself."
Xu Lang was stunned. Fan Mengrou just said
When did two people have such close contact? Of course that night didn't count. Fan Mengrou usually stayed as far away from him as if there was a plague on him.
But just now
He held Fan Mengrou's hand: "Xiaorou"
Fan Mengrou lowered her eyes and looked at him. The two looked at each other. For a moment, they were both stunned. Fan Mengrou also forgot to withdraw her hand.
Xu Lang¡¯s eyes are deep, and the sea-like affection seems to have a different kind of magic, making people trapped in it and unable to extricate themselves.
Fan Mengrou¡¯s eyes sparkled with charming colors. The moment they looked at each other, both of them had a strange feeling.
After a long time, Fan Mengrou was the first to react, withdrew her hand and said hastily: "Take your temperature quickly."
After saying this, she lowered her head and walked out of the bedroom.
Xu Lang was still nostalgic for the softness he had just touched in his hands. Since that night, he had never had any close contact with Fan Mengrou, but the warmth he had just touched made him feel that all the suffering he had suffered these days was worth it. Worth it.
Fan Mengrou walked out of the door and leaned against the wall without moving for a long time.
She felt that she must be crazy. Just now, when Xu Lang held her hand and looked at her, she felt her heart beating faster!
No, it must be my own illusion, it must be.
She reached out and touched her face. It was a little hot. How could this happen?
Yes, yes, it¡¯s possible that I have a cold.
No, no, she can't catch a cold. How can she catch a cold?
For a moment, her mind was very confused and she was thinking a lot. Finally, she slowly calmed down.
What is she doing? No matter what Xu Lang did or what he did, he was still the same Xu Lang, and her feelings for him would not change. Besides, she was about to be with Zhan Yi, so why did she think so much?
After comforting herself for a while, Fan Mengrou took a deep breath and entered the bedroom: "How is it? How much temperature?"
"Thirty-seven degrees seven." Xu Lang raised his eyes and looked at her: "Look, it's okay."
"How could it be okay?" Fan Mengrou picked up the thermometer he put aside, shook it casually, and then put it under her arm: "Do you still want to eat?"
"What's wrong with you?" Seeing her actions, Xu Lang was a little anxious: "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
"No, I'm just trying."
"What's there to try?" Xu Lang waved to her: "Come here."
"What are you doing?" Fan Mengrou said, walking over and sitting down by the bed.
Xu Lang raised his hand and touched her forehead, then nodded: "It's okay, it's not hot."
"What's wrong with me?" After saying this, Fan Mengrou realized what he had just done: "Why are you touching randomly? Be honest."
"Am I worried about you?" Xu Lang drank the porridge honestly again: "The porridge tastes good, is there any more?"
"Yes." Fan Mengrou took the opportunity to preach to him: "Look, Xiao Nian can cook, which is very virtuous. So, you will also find a girlfriend who can cook in the future, and you will be blessed."
"Then did you know that your brother also cooks at home?" Xu Lang asked her with a smile.
Fan Mengrou was stunned.
Xu Lang was in a good mood. Anyway, he slept in Fan Mengrou's bed today, and there seemed to be some kind of indescribable closeness between the two people: "So, it doesn't matter whether a woman can cook or not, as long as she has Just a husband who loves her will be fine." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com