Dear Mr. Shi

Song Qinghuan has been asleep, and doesn't know how long he has been asleep.

When I woke up, I found it in my bedroom.

The curtains were drawn, and the room was dark, and the light projected in from the gap, just falling on her, showing that it was daytime at the moment.

She yawned and noticed that her cheek was pulled a little bit sore, and subconsciously wanted to sit up.

At this time, the door was pushed open, and Aunt He slowly walked over with a bunch of flowers.

Seeing Song Qinghuan waking up, she immediately said in a pleasant surprise, "Husband, you are awake."

Speaking, walked quickly to the bed, put the flower in his hand in the vase on the bedside table, and then reached out to help Song Qinghuan.

He took a pillow and leaned against Song Qinghuan's back, trying to make her sit more comfortable.

Song Qinghuan smiled and said, "Aunt He, I'm fine, I can get up by myself, thank you."

"How can it be okay? You don't know how heavy you are sleeping, you don't wake up no matter how you call, you almost didn't scare me and husband to death," Aunt He said worriedly.

When she got home, she had been sleeping all the time, but she felt that she was tired, and no one thought about it too much.

As a result, after sleeping for a day and a night, no matter how she called her, she still didn't wake up, as if she didn't feel conscious.

Almost, it didn't frighten people.

Shi Yuhan invited a doctor to come home for a check-up. After the doctor's check, she was sure that she was fine, except that she slept more heavily, which made people breathe a sigh of relief.

Song Qinghuan disturbed her head, and said embarrassedly: "I sleep like this. I am asleep, and the thunder won't wake me up."

Aunt He shook her head helplessly: "If you don't want to get up and wash it, I'll get some porridge. You can take a rest after drinking the porridge."

After a few words, he turned around and left.

In fact, there was nothing wrong with her, except that her cheeks were still a little sore, so she could eat it by herself. Song Qinghuan smiled faintly, thinking that Aunt He is really nice, much better than her mother Lu Meiyan.

The person who opened the bedroom door again was not Aunt He, but Time Warmth.

Holding the porridge on a small tray in his hand, he walked straight to the bed, and said softly in a cold voice: "Wake up!"

Song Qinghuan looked straight at Shi Yuhan.

The expression on his face still remained unchanged.

Aunt He didn't say that she was scary when she was asleep, so she woke up, Aunt He was very happy, with a look of joy on her face.

Why can’t I express a little excitement or joy when I’m still showing my old expression?

Lowering her head, she expressed disappointment.

Shi Yuhan put it on a tray and sat down on the edge of the bed. Seeing her suddenly lowered her head, thinking that she was uncomfortable there, he opened his lips and asked, "What's wrong? Is it uncomfortable?"

"No..." Song Qinghuan raised his head meaningfully.

The cheek was suddenly touched by someone, and while still a little red and swollen, he slid gently, like a feather pointed, "Does it still hurt?"

"No...no pain!" Song Qinghuan looked at Shi Yuhan in disbelief.

He has an indifferent expression on his face, but he does such a gentle behavior, which is obviously very strange, but why is it that he who provokes her makes his heart surging.

Shi Yuhan retracted his hand, took the porridge bowl from the tray, took a spoonful of it and blew it with his mouth, and then sent it to Song Qinghuan's mouth: "Drink!"

puff! ! Song Qinghuan was dumbfounded, watching Shi Yushi with a devilish expression on his face.

What's inside, isn't she still asleep? Are you still in a dream?

If you don't believe it, how can you explain this scene?

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