When Song Xiangran raised his head, he found that Fang Qingming's eyes were unprecedentedly gentle, a bit like Chen Meiyun's expression when she looked at herself.

I was stunned, the flush on my face faded, and after thinking about it, in fact, for Fang Qingming, she was just a little hairy girl.

"Brother Qingming, it's you, I thought it was an aunt. "Song Xiangran because of menstrual cramps, his face is not very good, he is a little pale, and he is weak when he speaks.

A cup of steaming brown sugar ginger soup appeared in front of Song Xiangran, and the taste was almost exactly the same as what Gao Huijuan cooked for Song Xiangran when she had menstrual cramps before. Song Xiangran's throat moved, and he stretched out his hand to take the bowl of brown sugar ginger soup.

Fang Qingming's hand holding the bowl did not mean to let go, and Song Xiangran was stunned.

"You're not feeling well, I'll feed you. Fang Qingming said seriously, not thinking that there was anything wrong with this at all.

"Oh, thank you, Brother Qingming. Song Xiangran felt that he was probably confused, and he actually accepted Fang Qingming's kindness like this, and he didn't feel that there was anything inappropriate at all.

Spoonful by spoonful of brown sugar water, Fang Qingming first put it to his lips and blew it for a while, and then gently fed it to Song Xiangran's mouth.

Fang Qingming, who was fed brown sugar ginger soup, was skillful in his movements, and this face, which used to look cold, seemed to be extremely harmonious with this gentle expression at this moment.

This scene was somewhat familiar, and Song Xiangran said to Fang Qingming almost without thinking: "Brother Qingming, you are so good. "

Fang Qingming, who was holding the soup spoon, shook his hand, and a trace of shame and joy of being praised flashed in his eyes.

"Why?" Fang Qingming's throat moved, and the tone of his voice was still faint, and he couldn't see the slightest fluctuation just now.

Song Xiangran lowered his head and drank a spoonful of brown sugar ginger soup, and without hesitation, he looked at Fang Qingming with those sparkling eyes and said, "When my mother fed me before, it was also like this, it was very warm." "

"That's right. The corners of Fang Qingming's eyes twitched, and he couldn't help but laugh in his heart, it turned out that what Song Xiangran said was good because he was like a mother.

After drinking the brown sugar ginger soup, Song Xiangran felt tired and said that she wanted to rest, Fang Qingming tucked the quilt for her and went out.

As soon as he went out, he walked to the corner of the stairs, and Fang Qingming met Fang Qingran head-on.

"Is she better?" Fang Qingran's small face was full of concern.

Fang Qingming thought that he was sick before, and he didn't see that Fang Qingran, his own brother, cared about him much, and he felt a little apprehensive in his heart.

"So concerned about her?" Fang Qingming raised his eyebrows and looked at Fang Qingran and said.

The empty bowl containing brown sugar ginger soup was now being grabbed by Fang Qingming in his hand, Fang Qingran thought of Fang Qingming's busy appearance in the kitchen just now, looked up at Fang Qingming's indifferent look in front of him, and felt interesting in his heart.

"I think you're more concerned. Fang Qingran raised his head and looked at Fang Qingming seriously, after hearing his words, the expression on his face changed, the corners of his mouth raised, and then he turned around and walked back to his room.

Leaving Fang Qingming standing alone, staring at Fang Qingran's back, some of the second monks were confused, as if they didn't understand what this guy meant.

Shaking his head, Fang Qingming went downstairs.

When I woke up from a nap, it was already the next morning. The sunlight sneaked in through the cracks in the curtains that were not tightly drawn and jumped on Song Xiangran's body.

Feeling the dazzling sunlight, Song Xiangran opened his eyes.

The pain from last night has now disappeared halfway, Song Xiangran touched his hair, probably because of the pain last night, soaked in cold sweat, and now his hair is greasy.

After struggling on the bed, Song Xiangran got up and prepared to wash.

thought that he woke up early enough, and there would be no one in the bathroom at this time, so Song Xiangran didn't think it was strange that the bathroom door was closed today, so he pulled the doorknob and pushed it open.

"Ahh Two screams, one male and one female, rang out.

The shower pool in the bathroom on the second floor has a transparent glass wall as a dry and wet separation, and Fang Qingming is taking a shower.

Luckily, moisture adhered to the glass and obscured some key areas.

Song Xiangran and Fang Qingming looked at each other, neither of them knew what to do next, and they were stunned.

Even through those water vapors, the muscles of Fang Qingming's upper body were clearly visible, Song Xiangran's eyes didn't know what was going on, he couldn't move it, and he kept staring at Fang Qingming's chest muscles and didn't move.

"Good morning?" Fang Qingming cleared his throat and spoke.

"Brother Qingming, you, you are also, very early. Song Xiangran pulled a reluctant smile.

"Do you want to use the bathroom?" Fang Qingming looked down at the piece of water vapor on the glass that was covering his key parts, it was about to disappear, and his throat tightened.

"Well, but ......" Song Xiangran also noticed that the water vapor on the glass was slowly disappearing, and hurriedly said, "I see that you are in a hurry, I'll just go downstairs!"

As soon as the words fell, Song Xiangran closed the door and ran out.

But after taking two steps, Song Xiangran found that his toiletries were in that room, hesitated, walked back, thought about it, and knocked on the door.

"Brother Qingming, my toiletries are inside, now ...... Is it convenient to go in and get it?" After Song Xiangran said this, he began to regret it.

What is it convenient to go in and get it now, Fang Qingming was taking a bath a few seconds ago!

After a while, Fang Qingming wrapped the bath towel around his lower body and opened the door.

Probably after rinsing it casually just now, Fang Qingming's hair was wet, and the water droplets flowed down the direction of the muscles one by one.

From the clavicle, through the pectoral muscles, then through the abs, and finally to the ......

Song Xiangran swallowed his saliva, suddenly felt that his face was very hot, walked in from Fang Qingming with his head down, took his toiletries and prepared to go out.

But he didn't want to, and hit Fang Qingming who was just turning around.

"Are you alright?" Fang Qingming looked at Song Xiangran and touched his forehead painfully, and asked worriedly.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's just hitting your pectoral muscles, and it hurts a little. Song Xiangran smiled embarrassedly, as soon as he looked up, his eyes were full of Fang Qingming's chest muscles, his face turned red, and he ran downstairs with his legs.

Looking at the back of Song Xiangran running downstairs in a hurry, and thinking of Song Xiangran's blushing appearance just now, Fang Qingming suddenly felt happy and laughed unconsciously.

After washing, Song Xiangran changed her clothes and sat down at the dining table to eat the nutritious breakfast prepared for her by Chen Meiyun.

"Auntie, it's morning. Song Xiangran smiled and greeted his uncles and aunts and Fang Qingran one by one, until he saw Fang Qingming sitting there, he was stunned, his ears began to get hot, and he sat down without speaking.

Fang Qingming smiled: "Xiangran, early." "

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