Qu Jincun's head rested weakly on Molly's shoulders, and his gloved hands were gently placed beside his knees, and he didn't speak for a long time.

The light smell of water wafted from the kitchen, and he was like a swimming fish that had just re-encountered the water after being out of the water for too long, just sniffing the breath on the side of the neck of the people around him, and the warm sweetness mixed with the apartment.

"What's cooking in the kitchen?" He asked faintly, rubbing his head unconsciously against Molly's shoulder.

"Longan lotus seed soup." Molly quickly replied, "The house was a little dry after the heating was turned on, I cooked a lot, and you can take it to the hospital to use it with your colleagues." ”

Cut, Qu Jincun sneered softly, his group of colleagues, wearing small shoes behind the three-point smile when they met, the ghost wanted to give them something to eat!

Sensing the displeasure and exhaustion of the man next to her, Molly didn't speak, and after a pause, she carefully put her hand on his head and let him slowly lean back on the sofa.

Qu Jincun, who was half-closing his eyes, opened his eyes suddenly, stared at her intently and asked, "Where are you going?" The tone was slightly stubborn, which was diametrically opposed to his plain expressionless voice and indifferent appearance.

Hearing the ferocity in Dr. Qu's tone, Molly, who got up, was slightly stunned: "I'm going to bring you some soup." ”

Qu Jincun stared at her, looked at her for a long time without saying a word, and then said slowly: "Add rock sugar, a lot." ”

Look, it's still a hypoglycemic attack, right? Molly knew it.

She nodded, got up and went to serve the soup.

On the sofa behind him, Qu Jincun unconsciously let his eyes follow Molly's back.

…… How could this girl have short hair everywhere, he wanted to see her hair long and up to her shoulders, just like a little girl like Zeng Yule, with a carefree ponytail......

If Molly had a ponytail, Qu Jincun thought he would be happy to pull it.

Longan lotus seed soup is a medicinal recipe. It is mostly used in various recipes, such as: winter health recipes, pediatric enuresis recipes, nocturia recipes, insomnia recipes, neurasthenia recipes, etc.

Longan is named because of its round black luster, white umbilicus protrusions, and looks like the eyes of the legendary "dragon". Fresh longan is extremely tender, juicy and sweet, and delicious, which is really unmatched by other fruits. After the fresh longan is baked into dried fruits, it becomes longan in traditional Chinese medicine. Longan contains a variety of nutrients, has the effect of nourishing blood and soothing the nerves, strengthening the brain and intellect, nourishing the heart and spleen, is the traditional food of strengthening the spleen and growing wisdom, and has a good effect on insomnia, palpitations, neurasthenia, memory loss, and anemia.

Knowing that Qu Jincun often stayed up late and worked overtime, there must be a nervous breakdown, so Molly specially cooked this soup.

The lotus seeds went to the green core inside, and they were extremely soft and glutinous, and the soup was mixed with a small number of Huai yams, making the juice more smooth and sticky.

The soup spoon is bright and sweet, and when you enter the mouth, the whole soothing sweetness spreads in your mouth, even if the lotus seeds are slightly bitter, but the sweetness of longan and the floral honey in the soup will also turn that bitterness into a fragrant bitterness.

His throat longed for such a soup, Qu Jincun didn't realize how weak he was because of low blood sugar until he ate two bowls in a row, his fingers gradually stopped trembling caused by low blood sugar, and his back also had some strength, he slowly sipped the soup, his eyelashes drooped, and he didn't say a word.

Molly sat on the sofa next to him, on a small coffee table next to him, and as a raider, she naturally noticed the gloomy aura of "I need comfort, I need comfort" emanating from the target of the raider.

Somewhat...... Lovely.

Because Molly's job as a dream maker was both male and female, but most of the people who needed deep treatment from dream makers were children under the age of fifteen—none of her previous clients were over fifteen—so she had never felt the softness and affection she had for an adult man as she did now.

Unlike the children with autism, mania, and spermatosis she treated, Qu Jincun herself knows her own symptoms, how calm and arrogant Qu Jincun is in reality, and how cautious and fragile Qu Jincun is in the dream space.

Molly stood up and sat down beside Qu Jincun at once.

Dr. Qu actually couldn't eat anymore, because he didn't have breakfast, his stomach cramps began to attack, and he was able to swallow two bowls of soup because of the right taste, and now, he was holding the soup bowl, reluctant to put it down, but he couldn't eat.

A slender and powerful little hand removed the soup bowl in his hand, and there was a slight crisp sound on the table.

"What happened?" Molly asked gently.

Qu Jincun was stunned for a moment, and then slowly replied.

"It's nothing," he said, looking at his hands, the gloves had been removed, and the knuckles were distinct, slender and delicate...... It's a pair of surgeons' hands, "Just before I got off work, the dean wanted me to bring a new person. ”

Seeing Molly looking at him smartly, Qu Jincun turned his head sideways and added casually: "Female." ”

Exceed...... It's getting more and more like a big child.

For Qu Jincun's expression, Molly didn't know whether to sigh or laugh.

"Doctor Qu, you haven't finished your adolescence yet?"

What does it mean?

Qu Jincun, who was still immersed in gloomy irritability, subconsciously turned his head sideways and faced Molly face to face.

"It seems that only adolescent boys are embarrassed by the proximity of girls, right?" Molly chuckled.

Qu Jincun's face sank, and then he jumped up and went back to the room without saying a word.

Bewildered by his inexplicable behavior, the smile on Molly's face was also retracted, and she tapped her forehead thoughtfully.

"Annoyed by a word, and said it's not puberty?"