With a little sunlight, Shen Xichen went straight to the living room, and caught a glimpse of Zhou Mengmeng who was still lying on the sofa.

Not awake yet?
Shen Xichen frowned slightly, and leaned down to touch her forehead.

Fortunately, the body temperature is no longer hot.

Shen Xichen helped her tuck the corner of the quilt, and stared at her quietly.

The afternoon sun refracted through the shaded curtains, making the lines of the woman's face more hazy.

At this moment, her eyebrows and eyes are exquisite, like the dead Liu Zhiyan.

For a moment, Shen Xichen was in a trance.

He stretched out his hand unconsciously, and slowly reached out to the lying woman, wanting to touch that pretty face.

At this moment, the sleeping Zhou Mengmeng slowly opened her eyes, looking at Shen Xichen with the confusion of just waking up.

Shen Xichen was startled, and hurriedly withdrew his hand back.

"you're awake?"

In broad daylight, did he start to mess up again?
Shen Xichen scolded himself severely in his heart, got up hastily, walked to the French windows, and opened all the curtains.

For a moment, the room was bright and bright, illuminating every corner.

"Brother Shen, this is me?"

Zhou Mengmeng's eyes sparkled, she looked around and pretended to be suspicious.

"You are at my house."

Shen Xichen walked to the sofa again, looked at Zhou Mengmeng and said, "You caught cold last night and passed out at my door this morning, so..."

"Sorry, I seem to have troubled you again. I'm leaving now."

Zhou Mengmeng pretended to be apologetic, opened her mouth pretending to be delicate, and was about to get up.

"Don't move, your fever hasn't subsided yet, drink the ginger soup first."

Shen Xichen stopped Zhou Mengmeng from getting up, motioned her to lie down, and then got up and went to the kitchen.

The corners of Zhou Mengmeng's mouth curled up, and she smiled triumphantly.

It's a great feeling to be able to enjoy the care and care of a man as soon as you wake up.

She must work harder to take this man down quickly.

In the kitchen, Shen Xichen brought out the simmering ginger soup and strode out.

He blew on the slightly hot water, then handed it to Zhou Mengmeng, "Ginger soup is a bit hot, but drinking it when it's hot will help you get rid of the cold."

Zhou Mengmeng smiled gratefully, took the ginger soup from Shen Xichen's hand, and drank it down one gulp.

"Well, it's very spicy."

After drinking it in one gulp, Zhou Mengmeng stuck out her tongue and fanned it with her hand.

"Spicy can get rid of the cold."

For Zhou Mengmeng's fragility and cuteness, Shen Xichen's heart softened a little, but his face was still straight.

A series of things had happened, and it was impossible for him to treat her as kindly as before.

He promised her to support her, so in his heart, she was just a poor student who needed his support.

"Oh."

Zhou Mengmeng obediently responded, then wrapped the quilt tightly, and looked at him eagerly.

"Are you hungry? I made porridge. Let's drink the porridge when I get up."

Shen Xichen slightly turned his head away, not wanting to touch Zhou Mengmeng's big clear eyes, so he got up to help her prepare disposable toiletries.

Looking at the tall man's back, Zhou Mengmeng's smile deepened.

She got up obediently, and followed Shen Xichen in to wash.

Shen Xichen tidied up everything, put the cooked porridge on the dining table, and signaled Zhou Mengmeng who had just washed up to go and drink the porridge.

Zhou Mengmeng went over obediently, looked at the salty porridge on the table, picked up a spoon and drank it.

Tears fell while drinking.

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