I'll kiss you again

That's what Feng Jingjing said, but seeing Zhou Zhe's uncomfortable look, he went back to the room and found some clothes for her to change.

The two are similar in figure, Zhou Zhe fits Feng Jingjing's clothes very well, but there are some differences in their dressing styles, the more Zhou Zhe looks at himself in the mirror, the more strange he feels.

She buried her head and greedily took a deep breath, feeling Feng Jingjing's breath on the clothes, smelling it, her ears felt a little hot.

Standing in the kitchen, Feng Jingjing looked at the pot of red and black water that was boiled out after all the troubles. Before he got close to smell it, he frowned at the strong and spicy smell.

It looks really bad to drink.

She suddenly felt that she seemed to be talking big words just now.

Zhou Zhe appeared behind her, just as she was staring at the pot of ginger soup with disgust on her face, and burst out laughing, "Does it smell like you really want to drink it?"

Feng Jingjing heard that she was deliberately speaking ironically, but he had already boasted a lot just now, and changing his words now would be slapping himself in the face, so he endured the pungent smell and opened his eyes to say nonsense: "It looks delicious."

Zhou Zhe was wearing her light-colored thin sweater, which made her skin white and tender. She raised her eyes and said with a smile, "Then let's have a drink. After drinking, go to the quiz."

Feng Jingjing had no choice but to fill a bowl, and took it out holding her breath.

Zhou Zhe always felt that she wanted to pour out the bowl of soup secretly, so he followed out worryingly.

Feng Jingjing curled himself up on the sofa and stared solemnly at the contents of the bowl in front of him for a long time, then took a deep breath, pinched his nose, and quickly moved to the mouth of the bowl to take a sip.

Then his expression changed drastically, and his small face was wrinkled.

Zhou Zhe wanted to laugh, but felt a little immoral, so he walked up to her and sat down, "Is it really so bad?"

Feng Jingjing turned her black eyes to look at her, with grievance written all over her face: "I'd rather take medicine when I'm sick."

Zhou Zhe shook his head with a serious expression, and pinched the corner of her mouth lightly like a conditioned reflex, "You can't say such bad words."

She acquired the habit from the elders in her family, subconsciously she always feels a little awed by things like this kind of prophecy and omen, and she is most afraid of a word becoming a prophecy.

Feng Jingjing put down the bowl and said, "You are quite superstitious."

Zhou Zhe put his palms together and worshiped the air devoutly: "Amitabha God bless, I'd rather believe in something than nothing."

Feng Jingjing said: "Now I feel that your belief seems a little impure."

Zhou Zhe picked up the bowl that Feng Jingjing took a sip of, "As long as it can manifest, I believe it." She scooped up a spoonful of soup and put it to Feng Jingjing's mouth, half-coaxing and half-deceiving, "Come on, drink it up, if you don't drink it, you'll be fine." It’s getting cold. It’s normal to feel that it doesn’t taste good at first, but the taste will improve as you drink it.”

Feng Jingjing opened his mouth and drank it, frowning tightly, still didn't realize the so-called good taste.

"It's not much better than medicine," she commented.

Zhou Zhe continued to feed her: "But drinking this is better than drinking medicine, come on and take another sip."

Feng Jingjing's head is dizzy now, but it doesn't feel like he has been soaking in hot water for a long time. The more he looks at the twists and turns nearby, the closer and joy he feels in his heart, and his arrogant and naive side is exposed.

She turned her face away and said, "You can coax me first, my heart is sweet, and everything I drink is sweet."

Zhou Zhe almost spilled all the contents of the bowl with a shake of his hand, and squeezed out a few words of praise: "You are an angel, your skin is as smooth as silk, and your eyes shine like falling stars, that, The voice is as melodious as a lark!"

Feng Jingjing said: "Are you memorizing texts?"

Zhou Zhe smiled embarrassingly: "Did you see it?" She could sigh and praise the other party over and over again in her heart, and when she really waited for the opportunity to say it, she found that her mouth was so stupid that it was helpless.

Feng Jingjing stopped teasing, and opened his mouth to signal: "Ah."

The two drank a big bowl of hot ginger soup each, and drank the warmth from the inside out.

Feng Jingjing's eyelids started to twitch, mumbling that he wanted to sleep, he waved his hands and went back to his room to sleep.

Zhou Zhe waited by the bed, touched her forehead and didn't feel any abnormal temperature, and watched for a while, greedily looking at her sleeping appearance, seeing that the time was almost up, she lightly turned off the light and closed the door, and left Feng's house .

The rain had stopped outside, the wind died down, Zhou Zhe was dressed a little thinly, and trotted back all the way with his body hugged.

After running for a short distance, he couldn't help but look back at the window of Feng Jingjing's bedroom.

When she left, she closed the curtains there, leaving only a small night light dimly lit. Looking at the window from this position, she could only see a very dim light coming through the gap in the curtains.

Feng Jingjing's mobile phone was placed by her pillow so that she could contact others at any time.

Thinking of the twists and turns here, I felt a little relieved, turned around and ran home against the wind.

In the middle of the night that day, the storm hit again, and Zhou Zhe was awakened with a start. As soon as she opened the corner of the curtain, she saw several bolts of lightning across the night sky. The sudden light dazzled her eyes.

Thunderstorms, stormy nights, nightmares for the faint of heart.

Zhou Zhe carefully recalled whether Feng Jingjing had ever said that he was afraid of thunder and lightning, and turned on his phone to check again. There was no news, and the weather was different from the calm at the moment.

She felt that she was thinking too much, Feng Jingjing was only exposed to the rain for a while, how could he get sick so easily, even if he was weak, didn't he drink ginger soup to dispel the cold...

She comforted herself and went back to bed to lie down.

This sleep is dawn.

When I woke up, it was a whole hour earlier than the usual time when the biological clock woke me up.

There was a missed call on the mobile phone, the call time was around two o'clock in the morning, and Feng Jingjing called.

Zhou Zhe immediately woke up and called back.

No one picked up.

At this time, she felt that she didn't think too much last night, and Feng Jingjing might really have something wrong.

Get dressed quickly and run out the door after twists and turns.

The grandfather who was struggling in the yard was already doing morning exercises, and he was not surprised to see her running outside, so he asked, "Where are you going so early?"

"I'll go to my friend's house and see you grandpa!"

Zhou Zhe's figure disappeared at the door of the house earlier than his voice.

The advantage of living close is that even though he ran wildly all the way, he was not so tired that he was paralyzed when he arrived at Feng's house.

She came to the road near Feng Jingjing's room, and in the dim morning light, she saw that the curtains were the same as when they left last night, and there was still a faint light shining through the gaps.

The phone calls still went unanswered.

She reconfirmed that the missed call at two o'clock in the morning was indeed from Feng Jingjing, and she became more and more anxious.

Who would call someone at two o'clock in the morning? Feng Jingjing is not a prankster.

No one answered the phone, why didn't you keep calling?

Is it because bad guys broke into the house, so there is no way to continue fighting?Or do you suddenly feel that you are not that close to her so you don't want to continue fighting?

After all, I still blame her for sleeping too hard!

"Feng Jingjing? Are you there?"

Various guesses popped up in Zhou Zhe's mind, and the more he thought about it, the more uneasy he became, and he stood on the path outside the wall and yelled at the window frantically.

After getting no response, she went to the door of Feng's house again and started ringing the doorbell.

After ringing the doorbell, he retreated to the path under the wall and called to the window again.

It was at this time that Feng Jingjing opened the curtains and came to the balcony to look at her from afar.

Zhou Zhe saw from a distance that she was still wearing the same clothes she slept in yesterday, and she didn't change into pajamas halfway through, and her hair was messy and scattered around her shoulders.

It was all because Feng's house was too big and too far apart, so she couldn't see Feng Jingjing's face and expression clearly.

Feng Jingjing waved at her, bowed his head and sent her a message: "I have opened the door, come in."

Zhou Zhe finally pushed open the door that was no longer locked, and ran towards the house without stopping.

Zhou Zou entered the room, and saw a broken cup on the carpet at the foot of the bed, and a dark brown liquid flowing all over the floor, giving off the bitter smell of concoction.

Feng Jingjing was sitting on the bed in the bedroom, wrapped in a quilt, with a pale face and pitiful eyes looking at her.

Zhou Zhe's heart trembled when he saw it, and he walked around the pile of broken glass and came to the bedside, "What's wrong with you? I slept so hard last night that I didn't hear your call to me."

Feng Jingjing's voice was a little hoarse when he spoke: "It's good that I didn't hear it. I woke up in the middle of the night in a bad mood. I was dizzy and mistook the time. I thought it was daytime, but I realized it was early morning when I called, so I hung up quickly."

"The cup of medicine on the carpet was spilled, did you scratch yourself?" Zhou Zhe quickly reached into the quilt, groped for her hand, touched her soft body a few times, and he was so dazed that he didn't dare to touch it again. Presumptuous, I intend to take my hand back.

Feng Jingjing took the initiative to grab her hand under the quilt, and said: "I didn't scratch, but I didn't drink the medicine afterwards. The medicine smelled too bitter. When I went to make the medicine powder for myself, I was thinking, I only give this medicine One pack of medicine is one chance, if there is a chance, it will naturally be drunk by me."

Zhou Zhe was stunned for a moment: "...Why am I becoming more and more suspicious that you smashed that cup on purpose?"

Feng Jingjing pursed her lips and squeezed out a little smile.

Zhou Zhe said: "Okay, okay, don't laugh if you feel uncomfortable, I will make another pack of medicine for you now, this time you must drink it."

Feng Jingjing seldom gets sick, and she tolerates minor illnesses and pains as long as she can. If she can’t bear it, she would rather have an injection than take medicine. Quite aggrieved.

After suffering from a cold or catching a cold, my mood has increased a lot.

Zhou Zhe finally realized the reason why the other party behaved slightly abnormally yesterday evening. It seems that Feng Jingjing was a little dizzy at that time.

She found Feng Jingjing's medicine box at home, dug out the thermometer, and found a thicker quilt to wrap him like a bear.

After finishing these tasks, she announced: "Now I'll get you the medicine, just wait for me."

To be honest, she was a little worried that Feng Jingjing would escape through the window because he avoided taking the medicine.

When I came back, I saw the other party obediently huddling under the blanket with a thermometer in his mouth, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"This is a pill, this is a medicine juice, and this is plain water." Zhou Zhe laid out the things he brought on the bedside table one by one, and put on a smile to coax her, "Let's do the same thing, and the fight will be over as soon as we close our eyes." , it's not scary at all, dear."

Feng Jingjing frowned, handed her the thermometer, and discussed: "Why don't you just swallow the pills?"

Twists and turns patted her head, put the bitter-smelling concoction to her mouth, and coaxed her like a child: "Hey, this is what I need to drink, every time I catch a cold and feel dizzy, just drink it, and you don't want to keep doing it like this." Are you going to suffer?"

Feng Jingjing still wanted to struggle a bit, but when he met the twisted and expectant eyes, he changed the topic: "Will you give me a reward after drinking it?"

Zhou Zhe thought for a while and said, "Boast you?"

Feng Jingjing shook his head, "I don't want to hear you recite the text."

Zhou Zhe: "Hug you?"

Feng Jingjing had a proud expression on his face, "What kind of reward is this, you will hug me even if I don't drink medicine."

Zhou Zhe's self-confidence gradually swelled, and he asked eagerly, "Then let me kiss you?"

Feng Jingjing took the cup in her hand with a smile on her face and said, "Okay."

Zhou Zhe's eyes became more and more suspicious, he had to kiss to drink medicine, what kind of strange habit is this?Is it important to drink medicine or kiss?

With doubts, she turned and went to the end of the bed to clean up the broken glass shards and concoction on the floor.

The carpet is pure pile. After the clean and fluffy pile is stained with glass shards and spilled concoction, it is very difficult to clean it back to its original appearance, and most of it can only be discarded.

She rolled up the dirty carpet and piled it in the corner, and carefully cleaned the glass shards on the floor, for fear that the broken glass left behind would scratch the owner who lives here at some point.

The author has something to say: The author did not commit stupidity today, but was just lazy. . (hugging head back down