Chapter 28 The God of Learning is cold and milky 27
"Ding dong ding dong——"
Qingwu rang the doorbell and the door was opened quickly.
The young man was standing in the entrance hall wearing white home clothes, looking at her eagerly, like a dog welcoming its owner home, but his tone was pretending to be relaxed, "I thought you wouldn't come."
He said pitifully on the phone that he felt uncomfortable, but she thought she should come and see him.
He turned sideways, reached out to take the things she was carrying, and then took out the women's slippers that had been prepared long ago from the shoe cabinet.
Qingwu: "Thank you."
She looked around his house.
The home is very tidy, with three bedrooms and one living room, and the walls are all white.
Qingwu was a little surprised.
When she was surfing the Internet, she saw many netizens complaining about how messy the house would be if a boy lived alone. However, when I think about his mysophobia... it is normal to be clean.
Qing Wu saw the clean and tidy dining table again and looked at the boy: "Have you eaten?"
"No."
In fact, Yunfei only ate the breakfast she bought in the morning all day long.
"The dumplings you are holding in your left hand are dumplings. Eat them while they are hot."
His eyes trembled: "What about you?"
Qingwu rolled his eyes at him and said, "I'll get you a thermometer. Do you have a thermometer at home?"
"Yes, it's in the second drawer under the TV." He put the things down, "I'll just go and get them."
The thermometer at home is held under the arm.
Qing Wu leaned on the back of the chair and watched as the boy flicked the thermometer a few times, then lifted up his collar and obediently put the thermometer under his hand and clamped it. The beautifully shaped collarbone was inadvertently exposed in front of her eyes.
She looked appreciative.
So tempting.
It's been a long time since she's seen someone who looks so good to her.
After Yun Fei noticed the girl's undisguised gaze, he felt a little shy, but his hand quietly pulled down his collar a little, and his collarbone was looming.
He turned around to face her and blinked: "Okay."
Qing Wu came to his senses and unwrapped the dumplings on the table, "Let's have something to eat." Because he had a thermometer under his arm, he made very small movements while eating, looking very gentle.
Ten minutes later, Yunfei took out the thermometer and handed it to her without looking at it.
Qing Wu took it and frowned: "38.7°, do you want to go to the hospital?"
"Don't go to the hospital."
The sitting Yunfei was a bit shorter than her. He reached out and held the corner of her clothes, raised his head and repeated: "If you don't go to the hospital, just take some medicine and you'll be fine."
The cold and fever gave him a nasal sound when speaking, and his clear voice became deep and sexy.
He insisted not to go to the hospital, and Qingwu couldn't force him. After watching him drink the medicine, get into bed and wrap himself up in bed, she gently closed the door for him.
There was no trace of the girl in the room, and it seemed that it had suddenly returned to the silence and desolation it had been before.
Yun Fei's eyes suddenly darkened.
He lay expressionlessly on the bed, constantly telling himself to keep a safe distance and not to be too greedy.
She'll hate it.
They don't have much of a relationship now, they can be considered friends at most. It was unexpected that she would agree to come here tonight.
Therefore, we cannot push ourselves too far.
Closing his eyes tiredly, the young man raised his hands, covered his eyes with his elbows, and straightened his lips.
He didn't know why he fell in love with her.
Ever since I was a child, I have never liked someone so much. I like someone so much that I don’t know what to do.
I don’t know how much time passed.
After drinking the medicine, he felt a little sleepy, and he vaguely felt someone opening the door and approaching.
Yun Fei slowly opened his eyes and saw the girl's slender figure. The warm bedside light illuminated her fair side face, making her look somewhat distorted in beauty.
Seeing him staring blankly at him, Qing Wu wiped his face in confusion.
Could it be that when you cooked ginger soup for him just now, did you get something on his face?
(End of chapter)