I almost touched the moon

The moment Wen Song opened the door, Cheng Che appeared in front of her wearing a white hooded sweatshirt. He was very tall, but he didn't look oppressive when he stood there. Instead, he made her feel a little safe. On his fair and handsome face, two dark circles were particularly obvious. He wouldn't have... not slept all night, right?

"Cheng Che..." Because of the headache, her voice was very low, "I'm fine, thank you."

Even though she said that, she still turned around and motioned him to go inside. Cheng Che changed his shoes obediently at the door, and Wen Song said apologetically, "I don't have men's slippers here."

"It's okay." He smiled, "I'll just be barefoot."

After not seeing her for half a month, she seemed to have lost some weight. She was wrapped in a large beige knitted cardigan, which made her look even thinner. Because of the fever, her face was unnaturally pale, but her cheeks were slightly red...

Cheng Che handed her the medicine and said, "I brought you some medicine. I have written on it the directions for use and precautions."

"Thank you." Wen Song nodded and smiled, "Please sit down for a while."

As soon as Xia Ninghe walked into the living room, he saw a boy standing next to Wen Song. He was very tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, fair skin and delicate features. Although he looked a little haggard, he was still handsome.

"Songsong...who is this?" she couldn't help but ask.

Wen Song smiled and introduced, "Cheng Che, I...a friend, he came to give me medicine."

She turned to Cheng Che and said, "You must be tired. Go home and have a good rest. Thank you."

"Well..." Cheng Che saw that she didn't mind his coming, so he mustered up the courage to say, "I'll stay and take care of my sister. She has a fever and can't be left alone. And I can cook."

As soon as he entered the door and saw Wen Song's clean and tidy kitchen, which had no pots or pans on the stove, and coats scattered on the sofa, he knew that she was definitely not someone who could do housework.

"Ah..." Wen Song was a little surprised, but also a little indescribably happy, "No, it's too much trouble for you, and I'm really much better now."

Xia Ninghe also said: "Yes, yes, I will take care of Iseylia. You should go back first. It's not convenient for you as a boy."

She looked at Cheng Che a few more times. Why did he look a bit like that scumbag Skyline? He looked weird and it was obvious that he was not a good person.

"It's okay." Cheng Che heard that Wen Song was not really trying to drive him away, and insisted, "I can just sit in the living room. I've had enough rest during the day, and I'm not sleepy now. And my sister's friend must be tired after taking care of you for so long..."

Seeing that neither of them wanted to leave, Wen Song smiled helplessly and happily, then said, "Well... Ning Ning, you should go to bed soon. Cheng Che, if you don't mind, you can sleep on the sofa for a while, and I will go to sleep for a while too."

Xia Ninghe glared at Cheng Che again and complained in his heart, "She really doesn't look like a good person... Songsong, you'd better not be blinded by her beauty again."

Wen Song has never been in the same room with the opposite sex. Even when Skyline came to Munich, he lived alone in a hotel.

She was not an ignorant little girl. She knew what might happen if she shared a space with a member of the opposite sex. She also knew that if it really came to that, in her current state, she would not be able to match Cheng Che, a 185cm adult male, in terms of physical strength or power. However, she had an inexplicable trust in Cheng Che. She knew that he would not do anything.

After a good night's sleep, she woke up at ten o'clock in the morning. After washing up and walking out of the room, the scene in front of her made her think she was still dreaming.

The clothes she had piled on the sofa were neatly hung on the floor-standing hanger at the entrance, and the books she had randomly placed after reading were also placed on the backrest of the sofa in alphabetical order. She picked up a book and found that she had marked the places she had read with a bookmark made of white paper.

"I must be dreaming..." She thought so and prepared to go back to sleep, but when she saw the person sleeping leaning on the sofa, suddenly everything seemed real.

She walked over gently, took the blanket beside her and covered Cheng Che with it. He was tall, and he couldn't even straighten his legs while leaning on the sofa. Wen Song pushed the coffee table further away, so that at least he didn't have to curl up his legs uncomfortably.

"You can obviously lie down, what a silly child," she said to herself, not realizing the implicit doting in her words.

Cheng Che was not asleep, but just resting his eyes. When he heard her walk out of the room, he wanted to get up and serve her porridge, but he closed his eyes to observe her reaction. The moment she covered him with a blanket, his heart beat fast and he could no longer pretend.

He opened his eyes, stretched, pretended to have just woken up, and asked Wen Song: "Sister, are you feeling better?"

Wen Song's smile was gentle and lazy. "I still have a low-grade fever, but it's much better. My throat is still a little sore."

Cheng Che took out a cephalosporin and a bottle of honeysuckle oral solution from the pile of medicines, and poured her a cup of hot water: "It's tonsillitis, it will get better faster if you take this. I'll go heat up the porridge for you."

"You also cooked porridge?" Wen Song looked at him in surprise. He never thought that the noble Master Cheng could not only do housework but also cook porridge.

"Yeah." Cheng Che smiled and scratched his head and said, "I saw that my sister had beef and eggs in the refrigerator, so I cooked some beef and egg porridge for you. I stewed it an hour ago. It may be a little cold now. I'll go heat it up."

"Oh, okay..." Wen Song took the medicine, looked at him and whispered, "Cheng Che, thank you..."

Her sudden gentle thanks made Cheng Che's heart beat faster. He turned away embarrassedly, "I...I'll go to the kitchen."

When he walked to the restaurant with two bowls of porridge, Wen Song could smell the fragrance of rice while sitting on the sofa, and suddenly his nose felt sore...

When she was a child, her mother lived in Switzerland and she lived alone with her grandparents. At that time, she fell ill and always envied other children who had mothers to take care of them.

Later, she arrived in Switzerland, and Lawyer Wen was still busy with work. Whenever she felt unwell, as long as it was not serious, she would take medicine on her own. No one ever took special care of her or brought her medicine or cooked porridge for her.

Wen Song walked to the restaurant, scooped up a spoon and took a bite. The egg and beef were fresh and tender, and paired with the sweet and soft rice porridge, the saltiness was just right. It was really... delicious.

"Is it delicious?" Cheng Che looked at her expectantly and asked.

"Delicious." Wen Song took another bite, "Really delicious... I didn't expect you to be such a good cook."

Cheng Che also tasted it and found it was indeed delicious. He said with some pride, "Of course, I'm a chef. What would you like for dinner, sister?"

"Dinner..." Wen Song thought for a moment, "Porridge hotpot."

"Okay." Cheng Che agreed with a smile, "Then I'll go to my dad's house to take a shower and change clothes, and then buy some ingredients to make you a porridge-based hot pot."

"Okay..." Wen Song no longer wanted to think about why she allowed Cheng Che to stay at her house, and why she naturally told him that she wanted to eat porridge-based hotpot. At least for these two days, she wanted to completely follow her heart and didn't want to consider anything else.

Perhaps because he heard the noise from the living room, Xia Ninghe also walked out of the guest room and asked sleepily, "What's that smell? It smells so good."

Wen Song smiled and said, "Cheng Che cooked beef porridge, Ning Ning, come and have some..."

Xia Ninghe really didn't have a good impression of Cheng Che, who looked weird, but the aroma of the beef and egg drop porridge was too tempting, especially for an international student like her who could only eat instant noodles or tasteless takeout every day, it was simply a delicacy.

So she nodded reluctantly, took a bowl from the casserole, and ate with Wen Song. I have to say, the porridge tasted really good. After Xia Ninghe finished eating the porridge, she began to like the man in front of her. He didn't look so weird anymore, and he was quite handsome.

She also noticed the new and tidy living room and asked Wen Song, "Song Song, you didn't clean up the house in your sleep, did you?"

"It wasn't me." Wen Song smiled, "It was Cheng Che who did it. He helped me clean it up."

"Hmm..." Cheng Che lowered his head a little embarrassedly and whispered, "I have obsessive-compulsive disorder, so I just tidied it up a little bit. I hope my sister doesn't think I'm in the way."

"How could that be." Wen Song smiled, "I can't thank you enough."

"Oh my god." Xia Ninghe couldn't help but exclaimed, "You are the Snail Girl, oh no, the Snail Boy."

Wen Song also laughed and teased Cheng Che, "Really? He's handsome and can do housework. He must be Mr. Snail."

It was rare for Cheng Che to see her joking with him so openly, and his face and ears turned red. He stammered in a low voice: "Well... Sister thinks so, so... right."

Xia Ninghe observed his reaction and found that he was really shy. He didn't look like a veteran in the love field, but that face... it was really hard to feel at ease!

At this moment, Xia Ninghe's phone rang. She looked at the caller ID and saw that it was her cousin Xia Kangle who called. When he saw her answer the phone, he immediately complained, "Sister! I'm in Munich and just got through customs. Where are you? Why don't I see you? Didn't you say you would pick me up at the airport?"

Xia Ninghe secretly said "Oh no", how could she have forgotten about her brother's trip to Munich, and immediately said: "Ah... well, I forgot something, I... I'll pick you up now!"

Although she was worried about Wen Song, she had to go with Xia Kangle when he came to Munich. After thinking about it, she explained the situation to Wen Song.

Wen Song hurriedly said, "Then go quickly. Do you want me to drive you to the airport?"

"No, no!" Xia Ninghe waved her hand and said, "I can just take the train from HBF (Central Station), it's quite convenient."

Cheng Che also stood up and said, "I've finished eating too, so I'll go to my dad's place first. Um..." He looked at Xia Ninghe again and asked, "Maybe I can drive you to the airport."

"Oh, really, that's not necessary." Xia Ninghe felt uncomfortable being with a stranger. "Really, I can just take the train. Mr. Cheng must be very tired, so there's no need to send me off."

Cheng Che stopped forcing her and said to Wen Song, "Sister, go and have a rest. I'll wash the dishes when I come back."

"It's okay, there's a dishwasher." Wen Song signaled him not to bother.

The tone was ordinary and natural, as if they were really lovers who had lived together for a long time.

Xia Ninghe also saw the clues. Wen Song had always been a person who wanted to stay eight hundred meters away from the opposite sex. He didn't even have a good friend of the opposite sex. Even his classmates were just gentlemen. The only one he was close to was Skyline before, but he had never been so close to this extent.

She looked at Cheng Che again, and was a little worried about whether it was really okay for him to be in the same room with Wen Song... But then she thought again, Wen Song has never been a muddle-headed person, and since she thinks it's okay, Xia Ninghe, as a friend, shouldn't interfere any more. So after saying goodbye to them, she went to the airport to pick up Xia Kangle.