Drifting Towards You

Rong Chen frowned slightly as he watched her movements.

The two were speechless one after another, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

A few seconds later, Rong Chen finally reacted, reached out his hand to touch the tip of his nose, turned around uncomfortably, and said, "I'll find you a band-aid."

Jun was embarrassed and annoyed, and he didn't dare to look at him.

Under her knife-like gaze, Rong Chen calmly handed her the band-aid: "Are five enough?"

"Let...Let there, you turn around." Jun motioned to the coffee table.

Rong Chen obediently did it, but it was rare that he also turned around.

He really didn't realize it.

After all, I have never heard of using band-aids as that...

She just said that she was distressed, and he only thought that she was thinking about Xu Yuankai again, but she didn't expect that she meant that.

It wasn't until she was pulled out of the bathroom by him and she protected her chest that he suddenly understood.

Jun picked up the band-aid and ran into the bedroom to protect the airport.

Then I looked in the mirror and felt that there was no dew point, so I felt a little more at ease.

But even at ease, she didn't dare to go out to see Rong Chen again.

That scene is really embarrassing after thinking about it...

Lying on the bed, Jun looked at the familiar and somewhat unfamiliar roof, and gradually calmed down.

The place is still the same, clean and tidy and meticulous.

But it doesn't make people feel very cold.

She closed her eyes gently, and her eyes were a little pantothenic.

It's really much bigger than the utility room in Xu's house.

There is no longer the feeling that even the air is muddy. Looking back at Xu's two months ago, Jun felt like he had fallen into a quagmire.

Dirty.

She couldn't help thinking, if she stayed there again, she might gradually become like them.

The whole body exudes the smell of rotten soul and dirty, which is disgusting.

Jun closed his eyes gently.

It’s great, the bed is so soft, it tastes so clean, and you can get a good night’s sleep.

Before she fell asleep, Rong Chen knocked on the door and then softly opened the door.

Jun Liao sat up holding the quilt.

Rong Chen turned on the bedside lamp and handed her the **** soup: "Drink it."

Jun looked up at the contents of the bowl, then looked up at Rong Chen and whispered, "I don't like ginger."

"Do you like me?" Rong Chen asked indifferently.

Without waiting for Jun to reply, he took a spoon and took a spoonful of **** soup to her mouth, and said warmly: "Observe."

The dark night, the warm orange halo, the small bedroom, a warm man, and a bowl of **** soup exuding a touch of heat.

Jun Liao's eyes were sour for no apparent reason, and tears were forced on them for a moment.

How ridiculous is that she broke with her brother for the so-called illusory love, left Rong Chen here, and plunged into the place like a stinking ditch.

Rong Chen's concern made her upset and ashamed, but she couldn't stop wanting to cry.

Jun sniffed, reached out to take the spoon, poured the soup in the spoon into the bowl, and drank the bowl in his hand.

"Ahem..."

When the **** soup entered my stomach, my stomach became warm all at once.

It doesn't seem to taste as bad as imagined.

At the same time, Jun Liao's tears fell all at once, sour and astringent.

Rong Chen watched her silently, and Jun looked up at him with a small face, and softly explained: "It's Jiang... Jiang... It's too spicy."

Rong Chen didn't puncture her either, touched her head, and whispered, "Change the one that won't be spicy next time."

"Is **** spicy?" Jun asked.

Rong Chen thought for a while: "Then make Zi Ginseng Lily Soup."