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Chapter 70 Do You Think I'm Old?
After leaving Shen Xiuran's room, Jian Siling knocked on the door of Song Anhao's room without thinking.

After a while, the door was opened.

Song Anhao's face was wet, even his hair was wet. Seeing Jian Siling, his first thought was whether something happened to Shen Xiuran.

"Why are you here? Uncle is ill again?"

Jian Slingjun's face was wrinkled, and he followed her words with a sad face, "Yes! I just came out of his room, and his stomach problem got worse. You should go and see it quickly! I'm a man, careless , how can you women be careful."

As soon as the voice fell, there was no one in sight.

Song Anhao rushed to Shen Xiuran's room as quickly as possible, and went to check Shen Xiuran's condition immediately: "Doctor Jian said that you are sick again, how is it? Is it hurting again?"

Shen Xiuran was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses, nodded slightly, his eyebrows twisted into a ball in pain: "It hurts!"

Song An touched his forehead distressedly, and said softly, "I'll get you a glass of water!"

"Ok!"

Shen Xiuran nodded obediently.

Song Anhao immediately poured him a glass of warm water, and fed him to drink by the way.

"feelling better?"

"It still hurts!"

Shen Xiuran brought his suffering to the extreme.

"puff……"

Following Song Anhao, Jian Siling, who had been standing at the door watching Shen Xiuran's blunt acting skills, couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Shen Xiuran glanced at him gloomyly.

Jian Siling trembled all over, and immediately shut his mouth obediently.

Song Anhao sensed that something was wrong, looked suspiciously at Shen Xiuran, and then at Jian Siling, "There is something wrong between you!" Then he said very firmly, "You guys lied to me together!"

Seeing that something was wrong, Jian Siling immediately slipped away.

Song Anhao gritted his molars and stared dangerously at Shen Xiuran.

Shen Xiuran's eyes flashed slightly, he suddenly covered his stomach, and said with pain on his face, "It hurts so much!"

Song Anhao no longer believed him: "You still want to lie to me? I won't be fooled!"

Shen Xiuran's thin lips were tightly pursed into a line, eyebrows were furrowed tightly, and his handsome face was tense, as if he was trying to suppress something, his forehead was covered with dense beads of sweat.

Song Anhao's breathing was stagnant, and her heart seemed to be clenched tightly by a huge sharp claw.

"Didn't you lie to me?"

Shen Xiuran clenched his teeth and tried his best to bear it, but he didn't speak.

This time, Song Anhao completely believed it.

Her anxious eyes were red, and she said in a crying voice: "Where is your pain? I'll find you painkillers!"

Saying that, she got up and was about to turn over the bedside table, but Shen Xiuran grabbed her.

"Knead it and it won't hurt!"

At this time, Song Anhao's mind was full of his illness, he didn't think about his words, and gently pressed the middle of his ribs, rubbing gently.

While kneading, I couldn't help asking: "How is it? Is it better?"

Shen Xiuran nodded, and the pained expression gradually eased.

Song Anhao thought it was really effective, so she simply sat on the bed, let his head rest on her lap, and rubbed his hands gently over and over for him.

The warmth of her palm was transmitted to Shen Xiuran's body through the thin clothes.

The heart that has been in the dark seems to have found sunshine, and it gradually becomes warmer.

This kind of warmth made him attached, and he just wanted to take it completely for himself.

Song Anhao looked at the handsome face close at hand, and couldn't help touching his tightly knit eyebrows with both hands: "I know you are feeling uncomfortable now, but don't frown, be careful to become a little old man!"

Shen Xiuran frowned even tighter: "You dislike me for being old?"

"..."

Song Anhao didn't know how her words could be misinterpreted by him like this.

"Of course not! I just don't like seeing you frown!"

(End of this chapter)