He’s As Dazzling As The Stars

Hearing this voice, Song Zhixing turned around suddenly, and raised his eyebrows when he saw him, "Why did you go downstairs?"

Tang Yu waved the cup in his hand, "I am thirsty and want to drink water."

Song Zhixing put down the spoon in his hand, took the water glass in his hand, and looked at him, "Have your fever subsided?"

Tang Yu shook his head, saying that he didn't know. She stood on her toes and put her small hand on his forehead. Unable to bear her hard work, Tang Yu leaned down slightly to make it easier for her.

The two people were so close together. The breath he sprayed on her face was still hot, and his deep eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist because of illness, and he was so fixed on her, it seemed to say Not out of fascinating. Song Zhixing unconsciously remembered the lingering passion of the two people just now, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and the palms of his hands became hot.

"How is it? Has it cooled down?" he asked. The worry in her eyes was clear. He is in a good mood, he feels that his illness has gone away a lot, and his body seems to barely regain his vitality.

"...It doesn't seem to be." She raised her hand again to test the temperature on her forehead, "Since you are all awake, or else, call the doctor and have a look. I tried to call, but either The other party does not understand, or I do not understand."

The corners of Tang Yu's lips raised, "No, it will be better in a while."

Knowing that sickness had such a good treatment, he should have taken off his clothes and rolled into the snow. There is no need to waste these few days in the cold war with her.

His gaze crossed her shoulders and looked at the cooking porridge, "Boiled it for me?"

Song Zhixing did it for him, and originally expected him to taste it. However, I just tried it myself, and it was obviously an unsuccessful work. No, not only was it unsuccessful, it was also a failure. She blocked her body, "This is my guinea pig. I cooked it for the ball."

"Who is the ball?"

"That's the little snow rabbit you bought, I have named it."

"It's a little rabbit, not a white mouse. Besides, she eats vegetables and radishes instead of porridge."

Tang Yu said as he walked past her into the kitchen. Song Zhixing originally wanted to stop him, but he already skillfully took the soup spoon from the pot, took a sip of the porridge and drank it.

She was waiting for him to frown and spit out the porridge intact. This person's mouth has always been very picky, and she must not appreciate her cooking.

"Is it particularly sour? I still seem to make the wrong seasoning." Song Zhixing was a little frustrated, a little annoyed, "I'll warm up the dishes made by auntie for a while, you can eat that."

Tang Yu seemed to have not heard her, turned off the fire, took a bowl and scooped out a bowl of porridge, and asked her by the way, "Have you eaten? Would you like to drink a bowl too?"

He was wearing a set of grey housewear and pajamas, holding a spoon and a bowl, standing by the stove and talking to her. The elite men in the mall and the kitchen are obviously incompatible with each other, but at the moment they seem to be unobtrusive. On the contrary, there is a kind of charm that people can't move away.

Song Zhixing lost his mind for a moment, but Tang Yu didn't hear the answer, turned his head to look at her, and caught her fascinating gaze.

"Why are you so fascinated?" He seemed to smile.

Song Zhixing was embarrassed by the smile. In order to hide his uncomfortableness, he walked over and mumbled like complaining: "I thought you were really sick, but it doesn't seem to be bad now."

"Do you want me to be bad?" Tang Yu glanced slightly, looking at her profile, "If you wish, I can make myself worse..."

"Don't talk nonsense!" Song Zhixing interrupted Tang Yu's words a little angrily. The expression on the little face is very solemn. She looked at him seriously, "I don't want you to be sick! I don't like your sickness either!"

Tang Yu's expression darkened slightly.

He is deeply poisoned.

He was moved by the way she taught herself like a little adult. But no one dared to teach him this way.

Feeling uncontrollable, he leaned over, and his lips were still hot and pressed directly to her lips.

The handsome face of the man magnified in front of him, and Song Zhixing was dazed for a moment, his mind in a daze. When she came back to her senses, she struggled subconsciously, "...you will spread the cold to me like this..."

"I'm afraid of infection now, is it too late?" Tang Yu's lips never moved away from her lips, her voice was sexy, adding a bit of ambiguous lust, "Just when I was upstairs when I wanted you, You should refuse... why not? Huh?"

Even if she didn't kiss as deeply as before, the burning lips rubbing against her lips was enough to make her breathing harder and her heartbeat faster.

She panted, her eyes floating in the air, "That's...I fell asleep..."

"You can still be so enthusiastic when you fall asleep, stars, you are dreaming of spring." He said in a low voice, gently pinching her white earlobes with his fingers, and every movement and every word made it clear. flirt.

Song Zhixing was so embarrassed by him that he slapped him with an angry fist, "You are dreaming."

"Yeah." He is different from her, he admits thick-skinned, "and...you are all in the dream and outside the dream."

"You... are sick and restless! I don't think you really need to see a doctor!" Song Zhixing pushed him away and stepped back. The earlobes that he had just grabbed were burnt red now, like transparent red glaze.

She rubbed it.

As if angry, his piercing eyes glared at him, grabbed his cup, turned around and poured water on him.

Tang Yu looked at that figure, and suddenly there was a hope that time would best condense.

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Song Zhixing deliberately poured the water slowly. After pouring the water, Tang Yu had already gone out with the porridge. Sitting in the dining room, drinking with gusto.

Song Zhixing brought water in front of him. Although he was a little angry just now, he was very grateful to see him drinking the porridge he cooked so happy, and felt very fulfilled.

However, after all, he still couldn't bear to ruin his stomach.

She tried it all by herself, and it was terrible.

So, when he was drinking halfway, Song Zhixing stopped his hand, "Forget it, don't drink it, I know it tastes bad. You don't have to force yourself to coax me."

Tang Yu shook his head, "I didn't coax you."

He meant it was delicious? Song Zhixing certainly didn't believe it, but his heart fluctuated because of his words. "I'll warm up the dishes made by Auntie for you."

"No trouble." Tang Yu grabbed her, with a smirk on the corner of her lips, "I am not sensitive to my taste buds, and everything I eat is the same. Anyway, I can't taste anything, so this porridge will not ruin me. , Just can lower abdomen."

"..." Song Zhixing's heart was originally moved because Tang Yu's words instantly shattered into dregs. Moreover, I'm so angry!

Therefore, this guy didn't drink this porridge to coax himself at all, he didn't have the taste at all, and everything he ate was the same! She is being affectionate!

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