Spare Me, Cold Uncle

Are you an exhibitionist?

Shui Qingmo was unable to open it no matter what, so she could only move it to her bedroom. The man placed the bag on the bed, casually pressed it with her large hand a few times, and then quickly opened it to find a tube of scalding cream.

"Oh." Shui Qingmo unwillingly gave him her arm. The man took her hand, and carefully smeared the scalding salve on her arm, then placed the salve on the bedside table and said: "Take this to school. Wipe it whenever it hurts, and bring it back to the medicine case first."

Shui Qingmo pursed her lips, he was treating her as a servant. However, she had already forgiven him for catching a cold because of her.

After putting it away, Mei Mutian laid on the bed again, "Hey, eat some egg soup and drink some ginger soup."

"Feed me." He had said that in a low voice, his expression was natural, without the slightest bit of uneasiness.

Shui Qingmo opened her eyes wide, "You're not a child, you have hands and feet, you don't need me to feed you."

As if he did not see her glare at him, Mei Mutian casually picked up a pillow and sat up, "I told you to go, but you chose not to. Why are you staying to feed me? Could it be that you want to be my girlfriend and stay behind with me? "

"…" She did not want to be his girlfriend. She already had Xiu Yujing, and when she thought about that shota that she had waited a thousand years for, Shui Qingmo's mood immediately became beautiful.

"Sit down." Shui Qingmo pouted, but her small hand had already picked up the spoon.

The air-conditioner was turned off, and the temperature in the room gradually rose. Therefore, the egg soup and ginger soup were still hot.

A spoonful of egg soup was brought to the man's lips. The man parted his thin lips and ate it gracefully. It was as if he was eating it himself.

Is it right for a handsome man to do anything? She looked at him, unable to tear her gaze away. It was really pretty.

However, this did not affect the thought that Mei Mutian was feeding his grandson, Mei Mutian.

When Shui Qingmo went to scoop the second spoonful of egg, Mei Mutian spoke, "Have you heard of Sun Zidao's method?"

"Yes, but I've never seen it before." To be honest, she didn't study ancient books.

"As long as you know his grandson, that's good. His literary skills can be considered by everyone. If you don't respect your grandson, then you are not a descendant of the Chinese nation."

Well, when was she disrespectful? Suddenly, she thought of her own criticism, she raised her head to look at Mei Mutian, could this man really read lips? When she was criticizing earlier, she seemed to have silently recited it once.

Damn it.

"Don't worry, it's just a cold and fever. I'll be fine after taking the medicine tomorrow. I won't die."

How could it be so coincidental? She scolded him until he deserved it, and with his reply, Shui Qingmo brought another spoonful of egg to his lips. "Hurry and eat."

"Haha …" Looking at her vexed look, Mei Mutian chuckled softly. A girl's mantra was nothing more than a few words, she only needed to calculate a little to know when to say them.

"Eat." She fed him fiercely and he enjoyed it happily the whole time. She returned a cold gaze to him the whole time, but the man didn't seem to feel it and wasn't affected by her in the slightest.

Shui Qingmo got up and opened his cupboard, and flipped over a thick blanket and threw it onto the bed, "Cover this, cover up your sweat, as long as you sweat it out, you will soon have a fever."

Mei Mutian casually lifted his hand, and instantly, the originally thin sheet on his body was thrown to the side, revealing the male's body with only four horns on his head. "Ah …" Shui Qingmo cried out again. This man frightened him for the second time in the day as he roared while covering his eyes: "Mei Mutian, are you showing off your craziness?"

"Nope." He was sure that it would happen, so when he threw off the sheet, he pulled the blanket over himself and laid down gloomily. He did not speak anymore, acting as if the one who was tormenting Shui Qingmo just now was not him but her.

The man fell asleep, Shui Qingmo kept the bowl and spoon and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes and clean the wok. Coming out to check the time, it was already past ten o'clock, and in a moment, she wanted to return, but thinking that Mei Mutian did not have anyone to take care of him, she gave up on that idea.

She thought for a moment before walking in, lowering her head to look. As expected, her face was covered with sweat, and after drinking the hot ginger soup, her mother had taught her how to cover herself with a blanket since she was young. Just with this method, she was able to save money by saving her a fever.

He looked up in the direction of the bathroom. He had been in the bathroom in her dormitory, but she had never been in his room before.

She opened the door and took out a handkerchief. Her gaze subconsciously swept across the man's bathroom. It was a mixture of black and white. The man's scent was so strong that she wondered if there had never been a woman living here before.

It was as if the decoration had deliberately excluded women from his world. It was ice-cold.

She was as aloof and cold as him, as if she was a thousand miles away from him. But once she thought that he was the one who had personally saved her from Xiu Yushen and didn't take advantage of her, looking at his cold and handsome face, she immediately cooled down.

Uncle Gao Leng was cold on the outside but warm on the inside. After he had finished appraising, she used his handkerchief to wipe away the sweat on his forehead.

The man was still motionless and sleeping soundly.

Shui Qingmo stuck out her tongue. If it was her, she definitely wouldn't be able to endure it for so long.

After quietly closing the door and leaving, Shui Qingmo returned to the small market she brought with him to buy some light dishes.

The food here was really expensive, but no matter how expensive it was, he couldn't be hungry. He clearly hadn't eaten his fill, and as for the bowl of egg soup, it could only last him a while.

He put the rice in the pot and braised it.

Looking at the time, she had to hurry. After eating, she had to hurry to school, and when she got back, she would know if the little shota was going to be her follower or her boyfriend.

"Mu Tian, wake up." She nudged the sleeping man.

The man did not move. He was still sleeping.

Her small hand touched his forehead. It wasn't that hot anymore, and there was still so much sweat from taking the medicine, so it was normal for her to have a fever. "Mei Mutian, Ouyang Lanlan's child is running around." Seeing that he couldn't get up, she lowered her head and shouted loudly into his ear.

"Blue …" This time, Mei Mutian woke up at once, and fiercely threw up his quilt, causing Shui Qingmo's small hands to cover his eyes for the third time.

"Lan Lan, she …" His voice was slurping, but the worry in his voice was so obvious that it made her heart stop. As expected, he was still thinking about his woman.