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Chapter 110 Junior Brother Is Sick Hehehe
Fortunately, Fu Ran's condition was not too bad, so he didn't need to go to the hospital.

Ye Mian turned left and right with her shopping bag and finally found the door of Fu Ran's apartment. She saw the door was open, and there was a tall and thin man standing alone at the door, wearing dark gray house clothes. He lowered his head and coughed twice. He looked up straight at her.

She hurried over a few steps, "Why are you standing outside while you catch a cold?"

Pushed by her to walk inside, Fu Ran reached out and took the shopping bag in her hand naturally, then took her cold hand and said, "I just want to pick you up."

When he spoke, it was as if he had sand in his throat, and it sounded pitiful.

The softest part of Ye Mian's heart seemed to have been stabbed instantly, and she wished she could hold his face and cry, "Why are you so pitiful, my junior?" She pursed her lips, pushed him in, closed the door, Keep the cool air out.

Fu Ran put the bag on the table, but before he could put it away, he was turned around and staggered back against the edge of the table.

With a serious face, Ye Mian hung on his body on tiptoe, put the back of her hand on his forehead, and put the other hand on her own forehead, "Low your head."

Fu Ran was short of breath for a moment, bowed her head obediently, lowered her eyelids, and looked at her uplifted face.

He let go of his right hand that had been propped on the edge of the table just now, and covered her hand, forcing her palms to stick closer to his hot forehead.

"Is it hot?" He asked hoarsely.

A beautiful junior is standing in front of you weakly and well-behaved, with his head down, grabbing your hand and sticking it to his forehead, and asking pitifully if you have a fever?It's you, what do you do?
Ye Mian: Anyway, I can't take it anymore.

She suddenly rushed up on tiptoe, and kissed the corner of Fu Ran's mouth with lightning speed, then stood up again, pretending to be calm and said: "Well, it's a little hot."

Fu Ran kept holding her hand against her forehead, blinking slowly as if she hadn't reacted, and looked at her in confusion.

The window was half-opened in the room, the curtains were pulled open, and the air circulated. The spacious bedroom looked bright and clean, not as dark as before.

Fu Ran was lying on the bed alone, covered with a thick quilt, and two thick coats were draped over it. He was so hot that his forehead was sweating, his arms were draped across his eyes, and only his straight nose bridge and tight lips were exposed.

Because of his request, the door of the room was left open, and everything in the kitchenette could be heard.

He was forced to return to the room.

On the other side, Ye Mian in the kitchen was blushing, her ears were red and her eyes were steamy, and she was seriously cutting ginger slices, while the water in the pot next to her was gurgling.

Peel and slice ginger and put in boiling water.The white rice porridge that was boiling in another small pot was already boiling, puffing out steam.She washed a little cabbage smoothly, chopped it and put it into the porridge, finally cracked an egg, stirred it up and poured it into the porridge, stirred it twice, seasoned with salt, and took it out of the pot.The ginger soup on the other side was almost cooked, and the whole kitchen was filled with a strong spicy smell.

Turn off the fire, then wash the shredded lettuce that has been cut and marinated with salt before, squeeze out the water, and mix it into side dishes.

The same follows the same, well organized and relaxed.The hotness on her face has almost receded, she raised the volume, turned her head to the bedroom and shouted,
"Fu Ran, get up and eat something."

Anyway, she didn't dare to go into that room easily to be in the same room with a certain junior who was eyeing him.

After a while, Fu Ran wore a white half turtleneck sweater and dangled out. He sat down at the dining table and watched her bring out the last ginger soup. He said in a moderate voice, "It seems that this is the first time you call me by my name."

Ye Mian froze for a moment, "Do you want me to call you by your name from now on? It's like—"

"Fu Ran, what are you doing? Fu Ran, go to class quickly, Fu Ran, take the exam well, Fu Ran, come out for dinner, Fu Ran, what do you want me to do?"

It sounded like an insignificant classmate was buzzing beside him, Fu Ran pursed his lips, "Forget it."

Ye Mian sat down opposite him with a smile, "You didn't realize that couples don't seem to call each other by names very much, or they just call each other by nicknames, or they just talk about things without a subject."

This kind of secret little 99 who can distinguish different status from male and female friends from others, often makes me laugh inexplicably, combining into the sweetness of being in love.

Fu Ran seems to move a bit slowly when he has a cold. His eyelashes cast a shadow under the eyelids when he half-closed his eyelids. His face, which is slightly paler than usual, and the white sweater make him look more... weak and gentle. a feeling of.

"So between us, which one is it?"

"Well, probably the former? Don't you call me senior?"

Fu Ran stared at her suddenly, and elongated his tone, "Senior sister—is this a pet name?"

"..." What kind of pet name is not pet name, what to say!
Her face became hot again, and she glared at him, "What do you call it, hurry up and drink ginger soup!"

Fu Ran stared at her with a bright smile, obediently took a few sips of the spicy soup from a small bowl.

Because Ye Mian had lunch, so the porridge and side dishes were all for Fu Ran, not much.But seeing him eating slowly, she couldn't help but take two mouthfuls of side dishes. After eating side dishes, she must have some porridge, right?After drinking the porridge, the stomach has already been opened, so it won't be a problem to eat more, right?

So she ate a third of the small pot of vegetable porridge and shredded lettuce.She put down her chopsticks later than the patient opposite.

Embarrassment—how could an old senior who cooks and cooks feel embarrassed?She tried her best to eat something to taste, what's the matter?
She coughed and cleaned up the dishes seriously, "It's delicious, right? You can't eat multi-flavored food even if you're sick. By the way, speaking of this, why did I smell a hot pot smell when I came in just now?"

Fu Ran, who had been watching her eat, paused, and then betrayed his teammates without burden,
"My friend ordered hot pot for lunch, but I didn't eat it."

Ye Mian condemned: "He knows you have a cold and still eats hot pot in front of you?"

Fu Ran didn't even think about it: "Yes."

Ye Mian: "Excessive! Is it the friend who called you last time to ask you to pack the meals?"

"Correct."

She sighed faintly, "I have a roommate who is also like this. It seems that you have a good relationship. You didn't break up with him even after that."

Fu Ran: "After all, when there is no girlfriend to accompany him, he is the only person who has nothing to do and can talk."

Ye Mian: "..."

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Qin Yan: Heh, dog, I don't know that this dog has a cold, so high interest like a person with a cold? !
(End of this chapter)