Fresh and tender little Tianhou: Uncle, hold me tight!

Chapter 91

Seeing Meng Yinyin's eyes as wide as Tongling's, Song Tingyue realized that his behavior was out of line.

"Cough!" He coughed lightly, and withdrew his hand in embarrassment, that handsome face that had been frozen for thousands of years showed signs of cracking.

A little bit of oozing discomfort.

Meng Yinyin quickly put down her chopsticks and bowl, walked around to the other side of the tea table, and stretched out her hand towards Song Tingyue.

Song Tingyue was startled, and fell back, leaning against the sofa cushions.

A cool little hand was placed on his forehead.

In an instant, he was frozen and unable to move.

Meng Yinyin touched Song Tingyue's forehead, then touched her own forehead, and muttered in wonder, "I don't have a fever!"

Hearing Meng Yinyin's muttering, Song Ting became more speechless.

"Sit down and eat!"

His voice was so cold that it could drop icicles, as if the gentle and considerate Song Tingyue just now was just Meng Yinyin's hallucination.

Yes, it must be an illusion.

This is the real Song Tingyue, cold and ruthless.

Meng Yinyin breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good that you're fine, I thought you were sick, I was really surprised."

"..."

Song Tingyue gritted his teeth and ate Meng Yinyin in a fit of anger.

"By the way, where are my student card and keys? Give them to me quickly, so I won't forget them later." Meng Yinyin stretched out her hand.

Song Tingyue glanced at her lightly: "It's on my desk."

"Oh." Meng Yinyin hurriedly ran towards his desk.

Taking her student card and keys, Meng Yinyin was about to turn around when she suddenly saw the thermos she had paid to Song Tingyue on the desk.

Apparently he has been using it.

"This water cup has a good insulation effect, so I bought one too."

As she spoke, she ran over and took out a water glass of the same style from her bag.

Everything is the same except the color.

Song Tingyue's thermos is black, hers is pink.

Looks like couple cups.

The corners of Song Tingyue's lips rose slightly: "It's really good."

"Hey, it's definitely better than your Ru kiln porcelain cup. As long as it's practical, it doesn't matter how much money you spend."

Meng Yinyin put down the water glass happily, picked up the bowl and chopsticks and continued to eat.

After all, it was a cannibal with a short mouth. In order to curry favor with Song Tingyue, Meng Yinyin sandwiched a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs for him.

"This sweet and sour pork ribs is delicious. If you don't eat it, I will finish it."

Looking at the sweet and sour pork ribs in the bowl, the haze in Song Tingyue's eyes disappeared.

He picked up the ribs, looked carefully before opening his mouth.

Meng Yinyin looked at him eagerly: "Isn't it delicious?"

"Ah."

Song Tingyue raised his eyelids, his cold gaze collided with Meng Yinyin's vivid eyes, and his hand holding the chopsticks froze suddenly.

Looking at Song Tingyue, Meng Yinyin lowered her head in embarrassment.

Song Tingyue's eyes are the most beautiful eyes she has ever seen, as deep as a bottomless abyss, as if there is a magic power to sink people into.

Meng Yinyin didn't dare to look any further, for fear that she would really fall into it.

She stopped talking and just ate her food.

Song Tingyue said suddenly: "Meng Yinyin!"

"Huh?" Meng Yinyin raised her head and saw Song Tingyue's serious face. Although he didn't show the indifference of rejecting people thousands of miles away, he was not easy to get close to.

Song Tingyue pursed his lips, and asked in a deep voice, "If you really marry me, would you be willing?"

"..."

Could this be the legendary delivery proposition?
Meng Yinyin looked at Song Tingyue in horror, and blurted out: "But I still want to live a few more years."

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Meng Yinyin regretted it.

She was really afraid that she would not survive today.

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