After the punishment was completed, Gu Jingxing exhaled, and found that the face of the person under him was pale, and he said worriedly: "Xiao Ran, it's already more than three o'clock in the afternoon, hurry up and eat, okay?"

Song Ran shook his head and stretched out his hand to press on his stomach: "I'm too hungry, I don't want to eat at all." ”

Gu Jingxing sat up: "If you don't eat, you can't do it." ”

Song Ran frowned: "My stomach hurts, I don't want to eat." ”

Gu Jingxing was worried: "Then I'll go and make you some porridge, huh?"

Song Ran curled up on the bed, he shouldn't be him, Gu Jingxing was distressed and guilty, pulled the quilt on the side, covered her, and touched her face: "I'll go make porridge, you lie down for a while." ”

After speaking, he hurried to the kitchen, and when he finished cooking porridge and forced her to eat half a bowl, it was already past four o'clock.

The sky was dark, because it was Chinese New Year's Eve, firecrackers rang out from time to time in the distance, and the air was filled with a faint smell of gunpowder.

Gu Jingxing put the porridge bowl aside and asked worriedly, "Does your stomach still hurt?"

Song Ran shrank weakly in the quilt: "It's still uncomfortable." ”

Gu Jingxing reached out and carefully probed into the quilt, pressed her stomach, and then gently massaged: "Will this be better?"

Song Ran stared at him, the light outside the window was dim, the lights were not turned on in the room, the silhouette of his side face was obliterated in the darkness, she raised her hand and touched his cheek, and the lines of her hand gradually became clear.

Her voice was low, with a little tiredness and helplessness: "Gu Jingxing, why do you think that I am with you because I sympathize with you?"

Gu Jingxing couldn't explain anything.

Song Ran sighed and said, "Perhaps, I will feel a little sorry for you, but I am with you because I like you, worship you, admire you, rely on you, I can't live without you, do you understand?"

Gu Jingxing trembled from his fingertips to his heart, his thin lips were pursed, and he didn't speak, he was already trembling so much that he didn't know what to say, he only spit on his unbearable inferiority.

Song Ran's fingers moved to his chin, there was a short stubble on his chin, a little prickly, and she rubbed it gently: "Gu Jingxing, you can't be angry with me in the future, if you make me angry and die, it's too late for you to regret it." ”

Gu Jingxing hugged her into his arms, and his strength was so great that he seemed to want to rub her into his body.

His voice was low and firm with strength: "Xiao Ran, you won't get sick or die." ”

Song Ran sat on his lap, put his arms around his neck, and chuckled: "Birth, old age, sickness and death, everyone will experience it." ”

Gu Jingxing hugged her tighter, until her bones hurt, and she groaned softly: "Gu Jingxing, it hurts, ...... pain"

Gu Jingxing hurriedly let go of her, and Song Ran shrank softly in his arms: "Jingxing, you are not allowed to suffer from gains and losses like this in the future, do you know?"

"Not anymore. ”

Song Ran asked again as if he remembered something: "Seeing me spend money on that young man, do you feel bad in your heart?"

Gu Jingxing opened his mouth, but what he said was: "It's okay." ”

He really didn't have a taste in his heart, he felt that his Xiao Ran was not the most special to him, you can think that spending money on others is because of sympathy, forget it, her kindness, he should protect it well.

Song Ran put her ear on her and whispered, "Looking at that young man, it's like looking at a son, you don't have to mind at all." ”