Male God’s Freestyle Flirting

Two hours later.

Han Yu came out of the consulting room, his forehead was covered with thick white gauze, and his blood color recovered a lot.

Tang Xia was originally sitting on the bench in the corridor waiting for him. Seeing that the boy's wound had been treated, she quickly stood up and walked to him. She asked with concern, "How is it? Did the doctor say anything?"

"Can you explain what the 'curse' is?" Han Yu raised his eyebrows, his thin eyes fixed on Tang Xia firmly, and he couldn't tell whether it was ridicule or narrowness hidden in those eyes.

"That..." Tang Xia hurriedly avoided eye contact, and changed the subject with a sloppy eye, "You bled a lot just now, I'll take you to eat and make up for it."

After she finished speaking, she grabbed Han Yu's clothes and dragged him away, for fear that it would be embarrassing for the other party to focus on the "curse" again.

Wasn't it because the two had a bad relationship at the time, that's why...

Tang Xia secretly stuck out her tongue, her cheeks flushed, and she smiled embarrassedly.

Han Yu glanced at her, not in a bad mood, but sighed quietly, "Then what should I do if I can never find a department when I see a doctor?" He pretended to be sad, squinted at Tang Xia, and waited for her answer.

The girl didn't turn her head back, she was silent for a moment and said solemnly: "I'll accompany you."

As he expected.

Han Yu smiled slightly, satisfied.

"Um, promise?"

Tang Xia nodded, "Promise."

"it is good."

Han Yu narrowed his eyes, and his vision gradually narrowed until he could only see the slender figure of the girl.

He remembered.

In the future, don't think about it.

Tang Xia took Han Yu all the way out of the hospital. It was almost three o'clock in the afternoon, neither of them had lunch, and they were so hungry that their chests stuck to their backs.

"Why don't you just let it go and eat a bowl of noodles?" Tang Xia pointed to the food stall across the road, carefully watching Han Yu's face.

She has been to that store twice. Although the store is small and the environment looks unhygienic, the boss's cooking skills are really good. An ordinary bowl of noodles can cook a different taste from other restaurants. It is delicious.

Moreover, the most famous of their family is the pork liver noodles. Han Yu lost so much blood, he should make up for it.

It's just... a teenager's cleanliness...

Tang Xia trembled.

"Can."

The two words were crisp and clear without any hesitation.

Tang Xia was taken aback, but before she could react, Han Yu had already grasped her wrist, and with a light pull, she was led away by him.

It's not time for meals, and there are no diners in the store. After sitting down, Han Yu looked at the simple menu posted on the wall and studied it familiarly.

"Boss, two bowls of pork liver noodles, one with an egg."

Han Yu was frowning and thinking, when Tang Xia, who was sitting opposite him, suddenly opened his mouth and placed the order very naturally.

The young man's face darkened, and his disgusted expression was undisguised, "Pork liver noodles?"

Tang Xia nodded like a pounding garlic, "Yes, eating pork liver can replenish blood, you—"

"I don't want it." Han Yu refused politely.

"If you don't want it, you have to," Tang Xia replied quickly, and after she finished speaking, she simply turned her head towards the kitchen and raised her voice, "Please hurry up, boss, I'm crying from hunger."

"okay-"

There was a drawn-out response from the middle-aged man, which sounded very enthusiastic.

"Tang Xia!" Han Yu was annoyed, staring at the girl with displeasure. He doesn't like to eat pork liver, or rather, it sounds unappetizing.

Tang Xia smiled and persuaded Han Yu patiently, "Do you not like to eat? Bear with it, it's better than taking medicine."

"I'd rather take medicine." Han Yu turned his eyes away from Tang Xia, as if he was angry, but now she was not afraid of him at all, and she smiled happily to herself.

When the boss brought out the two bowls of noodles, the fragrance filled the air. The young man who was so arrogant with his arms folded couldn't help but sneak a glance.

Tang Xia faked a cough, and walked him down the steps at the right time, "The owner of this store is really good at craftsmanship, trust me, try it."

As she spoke, she pushed the bowl of noodles with eggs that the boss put in front of her to Han Yu.

The boy was dubious, but he couldn't bear the temptation of the noodles, and the girl opposite had already taken the chopsticks, skillfully poured the sesame oil and sauce, took a sip, and let out a long sigh of satisfaction.

Han Yu swallowed unconsciously.

He lowered his head, only to realize that there was an extra poached egg in his bowl.

"The two bowls of noodles are different?"

Tang Xia was eating vigorously, when she heard this, she replied, "It's the same, they are all pork liver noodles."

"Then why don't you have eggs?"

Tang Xia shrugged, "I told you to make up for you." She was not stingy, she was reluctant to add an egg to herself, but she felt that Han Yu was hurt, so she wanted to give him something good to eat. Like him, it would not reflect her concern for him.

The girl's idea is naive, but very practical.

Han Yu frowned, "Half for each person." After he finished speaking, he finally took the chopsticks and carefully divided the poached egg into two portions, then picked up the larger half and put it in Tang Xia's bowl.

The girl was a little embarrassed and couldn't refuse, so she took a small bite and mumbled, "You don't think I didn't bring enough money... You can only buy one egg..."

Her voice was very small, which sounded embarrassing, but Han Yu could hear it clearly.

He has been slowly trying to eat pork liver, his expression is not very natural, it can be seen that he is indeed not used to it. But fortunately, he didn't spit it out, which was considered to be giving Tang Xia face.

"No," Han Yu replied, and then added, "I like to share the food with you."

These words were spoken calmly and calmly. It might not feel like changing to someone else, but if it came out of Han Yu's mouth, it would be really surprising enough.

In particular, he also used the word "like".

You must know that in Tang Xia's impression, Han Yu hardly has anyone, thing or thing he likes.

And these words seem to be... inexplicably making people blush and heartbeat.

Tang Xia secretly thought that it was not good, her face was probably burning again, so she quickly opened her mouth to talk casually—

"Well, what did the doctor say about the wound on your forehead?"

"It's okay." Han Yu didn't care at all, "I got a few stitches and said there should be a scar."

Tang Xia shook her hands, and the noodles slid down from the middle of the chopsticks, and the soup splashed off herself and also splashed on Han Yu on the opposite side.

She quickly handed over the tissue and comforted in a low voice: "Don't worry, the ointment that we have now has a good effect on removing scars."

Han Yu smiled, "I'm not worried." He paused, as if he suddenly remembered something, put his chopsticks on the bowl, leaned his arms to the edge of the table, and suddenly moved closer to Tang Xia.

His face was close at hand, and the white gauze covered by the broken hair was looming, with a slightly pungent smell of disinfectant.

"But... are you worried?" Han Yu asked softly.

"What?" Tang Xia stared at the boy in a daze.

His eyes were so beautiful, as if possessing magical powers, they firmly attracted all her attention.

"If there is a permanent scar and my appearance is ruined, will you care?"