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Song Zizhou also closed his eyes a little shyly, but a pair of pink little feet appeared in his mind, stepping on the white cashmere carpet was particularly beautiful, and the little toes were like small pearls. I thought dimly in my heart, did I have to be responsible for others when I saw the feet of other girls?

Thinking of this, he opened his eyes, just in time to see Zhengrong put on his shoes and clothes and was about to go out, and opened his mouth to ask, "Where are you going?" ”

His voice was still a little weak and hoarse, Zheng Rong glanced back at him, and saw that he was trying to open his eyes wide, but his face was still very pale, so he tucked the corners of the quilt for him, "I'll go to the Moon Palace to boil some tonic for you." ”

"But there seems to be a ban in this space, if I didn't bring you here, you won't be able to enter." Song Zizhou frowned, his pale face was particularly pitiful.

Zheng Rongqiang resisted the urge to reach out and wipe his brow and asked, "What then?" You can't take me with you now. ”

Zheng Rong was a little distressed, if he didn't take medicine, his weak body didn't know if he could survive tonight.

Song Zizhou pondered for a moment, he drank a small bottle of Sun Moon Lake water just now, and now he feels a lot more comfortable, it can be seen that the pool water is still very useful, "Do you still have pool water there?" ”

Zheng Rong reached out and took out three jade bottles from his arms, "There are only these three bottles left." "I looked a little regretful, I would have brought more if I had known, but the world is impermanent, who would have expected this kind of thing to happen.

"That's enough, I'll drink these three first, and I'll take you there tomorrow when I'm a little better." Song Zizhou's reasoning was a little weak, and his voice was a little low.

Zheng Rong could only compromise helplessly, uncorked one of the jade bottles, and handed it to Song Zizhou, "Drink some more and rest early." ”

Song Zizhou took the jade bottle, drank it, and handed the empty bottle back to Zheng Rong, "Then where are you sleeping tonight?" ”

Zheng Rong pointed to the soft couch that was placed aside, "I'll make up for the night here." "Although there is no futon, it is warm in this room, and it is not particularly cold.

Unexpectedly, Song Zizhou shook his head, "Recently, it has come to the end of the year, and the weather is getting colder and colder, and your body is not very good, so you can't catch a cold anymore." ”

Zhengrong listened to what she said, but the problem was that there was only one bed here, what else could she do besides sleeping on the soft couch, she smiled, pretended not to care and said, "It's okay, I'll cover my sheepskin jacket, it won't be cold." ”

Song Zizhou frowned when he heard her words of not caring for herself so much, lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed, Zheng Rong rushed over with an arrow step, supported him, and said angrily, "What are you doing here?!" ”

"I'm a man, my physical fitness is better, or I sleep on a soft couch." He stood up on the bed.

Looking at his swaying figure, Zheng Rong felt a little headache, just like looking at the disobedient little nephew at home, rubbed his eyebrows, and proposed, "That's it, this bed is so big, it's more than enough to sleep the two of us." Sleep in it, and call me when you want to drink water at night. ”

Hearing Zhengrong's words, Song Zizhou seemed to have opened the door to a new world, his eyes widened, in the ten years of education he received, women were the embodiment of reserve and conservativeness, how could he say that he wanted to share a bed with a man?

Looking at Song Zizhou's pale face, two red clouds flew up, and the two little ears were also red and very cute. Zheng Rong also realized how shocking his words were in this era, in "The Legend of the Daughters", a lady who committed suicide just because she was seen by a servant when she washed her feet, and she took the initiative to ask to sleep with him, will she be immersed in a pig cage? Even though I'm only a seven-year-old kid now.

She pretended to cough twice, breaking the embarrassing atmosphere, and explained with a straight face, "Those who do big things are not informal, now is not the time to care, I am only seven years old now, you can treat me as a little sister." ”

Song Zizhou secretly said in his heart, whose seven-year-old girl can be so mature? I touched my nose, retracted into the bed, and slept inside, leaving a large piece of land outside, and silently pulled the quilt on myself, leaving only a small head outside.

Zheng Rong looked at Song Zizhou's cute appearance, which was really different from what he used to be. I also sighed in my heart, I didn't expect the sick Song Zizhou to have such a cute side, yes, he is still ten years old now, and he is a fifth-grade child in modern times.

I took off my shoes, lay down on the edge of the bed, and covered the other half of the quilt.

Song Zizhou was sleeping with someone for the first time, since he could remember, he slept alone, and now suddenly there was a person sleeping beside him, the sound of slow breathing and a faint fragrance made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Zheng Rong listened to the person beside him turn over again, and didn't understand what he was still tossing when he was so weak now?

"You can't sleep?"

After asking, Zheng Rong also turned over, facing the top of the tent, looking at the winged bird embroidered on the tent, blinked, and only heard a low "um" from beside him.

"Isn't it uncomfortable?" After saying that, I felt that all I was asking was nonsense, and my face turned white like that, which must have been uncomfortable.

"It's okay, I'm just not used to ......"

After tossing for so long, Zhengrong was also a little sleepy, yawned, and didn't hear Song Zizhou's words, only when he was really uncomfortable, he couldn't sleep, stretched out his little arm and patted him lightly on the back, "Sleep, be good." ”

Song Zizhou's body stiffened, and he couldn't cry or laugh, would a seven-year-old girl also be overflowing with maternal love? But I have to admit that my heart is warm. The corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and he slowly fell asleep.