Wen Lishu didn't follow, he was still standing motionless, but his expression flickered even more, there must be something hiding from him.

Song Qiancheng's face was uncertain, and he added a little volume: "Hurry up." ”

As soon as he was fierce, Wen Lishu was intimidated, and under his majestic gaze, she trembled and took out her right hand from behind her and handed it to him.

Song Qiancheng looked down, and his eyes immediately sank.

The back of her white hand was red, and it looked like it was burned.

He gathered his eyebrows, strode forward, turned on the faucet again, and then took her right arm, and laid the burned area under the faucet, allowing the cold water to cool down.

With a straight face, he had gone to the living room to look for the medicine box.

Soon after, Song Qiancheng returned with a tube of burn cream in his hand.

He turned off the water, pulled two napkins from the wall, gently wiped the droplets from her hands, and applied plaster to the back of her hand, while he muttered, "Stupid." ”

Wen Lishu pursed her lips and silently accepted his lecture.

After applying the medicine, Song Qiancheng threw the ointment aside, and then went to wash his hands.

Wen Lishu stood there crampedly, and said stubbornly, "Thank you." ”

Song Qiancheng naturally didn't have a good word to reply to her, he said: "Don't be so stupid, it's the best thank you for me." ”

After scolding her, Song Qiancheng moved his legs away and left in front of her.

Wen Lishu thought he was going back upstairs, but he took a step forward, went to the disinfection cupboard not far away, took a clean bowl, and helped her pick up the noodles from the pot without saying a word.

This was not the most surprising, but even more frightening was that after he had put the noodles in place, he turned back to her, put his arm around her waist, lifted her up, and she was carried to the countertop of the cupboard to sit.

Finally, he came over with the bowl of noodles, picked some with chopsticks, and brought it to her mouth, and said in a cold voice, "Eat." ”

Wen Lishu's eyebrows frowned slightly, this is the rhythm of feeding her noodles?

She said she was flattered and in a trance to the point that it was unreal.

Wen Lishu didn't dare to open his mouth, a pair of eyes rolled and turned, sometimes looking at him, sometimes looking at noodles.

Song Qiancheng was impatient, "Do you eat it or not, if you don't eat it, I'll throw it away." ”

She was injured in her right hand, and it was indeed inconvenient for her to grasp chopsticks.

She hesitated, but finally enjoyed his feeding service, but the process was uneasy.

She bit the noodles in her mouth, it was obviously a bowl of clear soup and somen noodles, but it gave her a long-lost sense of happiness.

I remember that Song Qiancheng was like this in the past, he always liked to raise her as a daughter, as long as she was hungry, no matter how late it was, he would get up and cook supper for her without temper.

When it was ready, he brought it to the bedside and fed her bite by bite.

After two years, such a scene happened again, which made her emotionally overflowing, but she was a little confused, and then she took off.

In the hotel just now, the two quarreled so fiercely, as soon as Song Qiancheng saw that she was hungry, he suppressed the fire and walked to the balcony angrily, and now, seeing that she was injured, he took the initiative to rub the medicine for her and feed her noodles.

Count her self-inflicted affection, she was thinking, Song Qiancheng actually had a little warmth for her.

When she was in the hotel, she wanted to ask that question, but she never had the courage to ask.

It was this bowl of warm noodles that warmed her heart, and her determination to ask him became stronger and stronger.

So as soon as her heart was crossed, she asked: "Song Qiancheng, do you still love me?"