I forget you in the depths of time

Chapter 70 No chance to taste my craft
Raising his head, his wet, clear black eyes stared straight at him, his eyelashes trembled slightly, making Tang Shaohan's heart soften.

She opened her lips and murmured, "Hungry..."

Tang Shaohan smiled lightly, "Wait, I'll cook."

He got up and went to the kitchen, and looked through the refrigerator. There were all the ingredients, but there were no snacks. Afraid that Song Qingyue would be hungry for too long, he simply made noodles with tomatoes.

After racing against time, it was carried over.

Knock on the door, "Am I coming in?"

No one responded at the door, so Tang Shaohan opened the door and went in.

He lightly put the noodle bowl on the coffee table, and smiled helplessly when he saw the sleeping person curled up in the corner.

He bent down and picked her up, slowly put her on the bed, and gently pulled the quilt to cover her.

Holding the edge of the bed with his hands, he leaned against and sat down.

Seeing the wet tears on her face, he reached out and touched her cheek, staring at the tears on his fingers.

What the hell happened?

She was dreaming, and the dream was pitch black, and she couldn't see anything clearly, but she could still hear obscene words, obscene words, and hands moving around her.

Waves of nausea surged up, and she retched.

Suddenly, the black mist turned into substance, and the outstretched hand pulled her in forcefully.

"Don't...no...don't!"

Panting heavily in shock, her heart pounding like a drum, a chill ran up her back, and she shivered.

"what happened?"

The sluggish beautiful eyes froze, looking at the speaker, the loose focus gradually gathered, and the blurry silhouette gradually became clear and clear. Facing those clear eyes full of worry, she was taken aback, "Tang...Doctor Tang?"

"Ah."

"I..." She scratched her head annoyedly, "How long have I been asleep?"

Glancing at the watch on his wrist, "more than two hours." After speaking, Tang Shaohan glanced at the noodles on the coffee table, and said regretfully, "It's a pity, you have no chance to taste my craftsmanship."

"...?" She opened her eyes wide, filled with doubts.

Following his line of sight to the coffee table, when his eyes fell on the bowl, he suddenly understood, and twitched the corners of his mouth in embarrassment, "Please cook and help me make food, I..." She felt sorry, and opened the Get ready for the quilt, "I'm pretty hungry now, go eat something."

"Forget it." Tang Shaohan stopped her from wanting to get up, "I'll make another one, the noodles are all heavy, I can't eat it."

"Are you hungry now?"

She shook her head, and Tang Shaohan nodded, "In this case, then you wait a little longer, and I will cook."

"no need…"

"Wait obediently!" Seeing her struggling to get up, Tang Shaohan immediately held her down, stretched out his hand and pointed at her, very serious.

Only then did Song Qingyue calm down, and obediently let him manipulate her innocently and at a loss. Seeing this, Tang Shaohan's eyes filled with a small smile, and he tapped the tip of her nose with his fingertips, "Just 15 minutes."

"Oh..." He touched his nose, are they too close like this?
The delicate eyebrow line was slightly twisted, and he silently lowered his head in thought.

15 minutes was really 15 minutes, Tang Shaohan knocked on the door and asked her to go out for dinner, she was very guilty because she let down Tang Shaohan's specially made noodles for her, so when he called, Song Qingyue honestly opened the door and went out.

Strolling to the kitchen, a tall and tall figure stood quietly by the dining table, with a white shirt, black suit pants, and the mismatched bear apron on the waist, making Song Qingyue embarrassed.

(End of this chapter)