Castle Peak Like Jade

"I drink it myself..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he realized that his voice was already hoarse. Sheng Ting turned a deaf ear and continued to feed the soup spoon by spoon.

Putting down the bowl, he probed Chushuang's forehead, went to the bathroom and fetched a warm towel to apply to her.

When he did these things, he acted methodically and silently, without talking much.

After drinking bird's nest with brown sugar, Chushuang's eyelids became heavy, and she fell asleep again unconsciously.In a daze, she felt a hand reaching into the quilt and sticking something warm and warm on her lower abdomen. Gradually, the pain in her lower abdomen gradually eased.

Her slightly frowned eyebrows slowly relaxed, and finally a little color appeared on her exquisite face. Sheng Ting watched quietly with lowered eyes, not knowing what she was thinking.

This sleep was not very peaceful, Chushuang woke up once, and Sheng Ting was still guarding the bedside.

In the dim light of the setting sun at the head of the bed, the man's thick eyebrows were slightly drawn, his eyelashes and the bridge of his nose cast shadows, and he was checking with an electronic thermometer in his hand.

From Chushuang's point of view, the light perfectly outlines his superior facial contours, with a sharp jaw, tight thin lips, and perfect ups and downs on the bridge of Yamane's nose.

Behind him, the room was dark and silent, only the single lamp by the bedside surrounded the two of them in the same picture.

Looking at this side face, Chushuang didn't blink for a long time, she couldn't tell whether she was awake or in a daze, but one thing was clear - she just felt a pain in her heart.

In the fleeting two seconds, the sourness and slight suffocation passing through the tip of my heart made all reactions dull.

Squinting relieved the discomfort, Chushuang stared at this face without blinking, breathing slightly short of breath.

The sense of familiarity before was unprecedentedly strong, even to the point of pulling nerves.

A certain gray picture in the depths of the memory is about to come out, and some places begin to overlap with the eyes.

Perhaps her gaze was too hot, the man raised his eyebrows and saw her red eyes.

"We," Chushuang looked into his quiet pupils, moved his lips word by word, "is it somewhere..."

seen.

For some reason, his throat tightened when he spoke, and his eye sockets became wet.

Sheng Ting saw everything in her eyes, and covered her eyes with his hands, "It's not dawn yet, go on to sleep."

The voice was low and magnetic, reassuring. Chushuang seemed to have been pressed a switch, and the remaining bit of clear consciousness dissipated, and a tear slipped from the corner of his eye just a second before he fell into chaos, and was taken away by the man's fingers.

In the morning when it had snowed, Chushuang woke up and was stunned for a moment. This was not her bedroom.

Looking at the quilt on her body, it was high-grade gray, it was clearly Sheng Ting's room.

Just as she was in a daze, the door was pushed open, and Sheng Ting came in with breakfast, "Are you awake?"

"Yeah." Chushuang pulled the quilt and sat up, "Why am I here?"

After laying out the breakfast one by one, and handing the red bean and barley porridge to her, Sheng Ting lifted her lips, "The floor heating in your room is broken, and you didn't close the windows last night. That room is like an ice cellar."

"turn out to be."

She drank a lot of wine before going to bed, and was frozen by the cold wind at night, coupled with the menstrual period of the sudden visit, she fell ill as soon as she said she was sick, which caused him a lot of trouble last night.

"I didn't drink too much wine on purpose. I only drank about three glasses. I accidentally knocked down the rest and spilled it all on the ground."

Remembering the stern look on his face when he thought she had finished all the wine last night, Chushuang felt it was necessary to explain.

"Is three cups still too little?" Sheng Ting asked lightly, "You can't even remember what day you are?"

"It's ahead of schedule," Chushuang lowered her head, "It's still a few days away."

Who knew it would be earlier this time, her menstrual period has always been difficult, but it has been a long time since she rolled in pain like this time.

"You used to be like this too?"

"No." Chushuang shook her head, "I won't drink during special times."

Sheng Ting stared at her slightly curled eyelashes, "I'm asking, was your menstrual period also so serious before?"

Chushuang paused slightly, "It was very severe when I was a girl, and I often rolled in pain. I often bought Chinese medicine at home for conditioning. After going to college, I felt more relaxed, but compared with most people, I still had to suffer. The old Chinese doctors said that I This physique is..."

Sheng Ting: "I'm cold."

"Ah."

"I will find someone to renovate the side sleeper. You should live in the master bedroom for a few days."

Meeting Qingming in his eyes, Chushuang pursed her lips, "Okay."

Sheng Ting's eyes were a little black and blue, taking care of her so late last night, he was always by the bed when he opened his eyes several times.

He had been on a business trip for many days, and took care of her as a patient overnight before returning home to take a good rest. For the sake of marriage, he fully fulfilled his husband's responsibilities.

In fact, he could have called someone to take care of her last night, but he still did it himself.

Perhaps the differences between them are not so clear. Sheng Ting is too restrained, but he is still gentle on the inside.

"Thank you for taking care of me for so long last night." Chushuang's eyes were pure and sincere, and he said this very seriously, "You are tired of traveling, and I trouble you to take care of me for one night, which is causing you trouble."

Seeing the seriousness in her eyes, Sheng Ting opened her thin lips lightly, "I hope it's the last time."

"Stop being sick."

"Ah."

After breakfast, Chushuang was looking for her mobile phone, Sheng Ting asked her what she was going to do, and she said to take a leave of absence from the company.

"I asked for you."

"Huh? How do you know which group I'm in?"

Sheng Ting: "I called Sheng Yang, and the people under him will deal with it."

This method is simple and efficient, but which employee asks for leave through a letter from the big boss to the department?

Doesn't that mean telling those in the department that there is someone above her?

Seeing her complex expression, Sheng Ting asked, "What's wrong?"

Chushuang bent her lips, "It's nothing, thank you."

"I have invited you for three days, please rest at home."

"Three days?"

"Small?"

Chushuang paused for a moment, "Alright, then this week passed pretty quickly."

It's good to work two days and then weekend.

Sheng Ting handed over a warm baby, "Stick it."

Seeing Nuan Baobao, Chushuang thought of the warmth on her lower abdomen when she fell asleep in a drowsy sleep last night, and the strong sense of sadness and familiarity when her heart was most fragile.

The man stood sideways in front of the window, the cup in his hand was steaming, and the distance he looked at was endless whiteness.

The first snow in the Northland is always eloquent.

Staring at his figure carefully, the back is straight under the black shirt, the hem of the clothes is tucked into the bottom of the trousers, the long legs are conspicuous, the snowy scenery sets off the cold eyebrows, and the strength of character still exists.

When did you see him.

After drinking morning tea by the window, Sheng Ting turned around and met someone's gaze, "Want to drink tea?"

Chushuang coughed, "No."

"It's cold, sleep a little longer."

After collecting the cutlery, the man exited the room.

Chushuang laid her hair down on the bed for a while, pulled the quilt to lie down, took a deep breath, and the tip of her nose lingered with a clear and cold fragrance, which belonged to him alone.

Pulling the quilt over the tip of her nose, she blinked her eyes and looked at the ceiling, feeling a little hot at the tip of her heart.

Not long after, there was a rustling sound outside the door, and I suddenly looked sideways—it was Little Golden Retriever.

"It is you."

The golden retriever trotted in, wagging his tail and looked at her by the bed, hooked the sheet with his front legs, as if he was eager to go to bed.

"No," Chushuang refused aloud, "You will lose your hair, this is someone else's bed, you can't be naughty."