"Come, drink a little warm and warm." Feng Ruobai held the bowl in his hand and pressed it towards my mouth.

His two hands are distinctly jointed, his fingers are slender, and the skin on the back of his hand is particularly white, and he can even see the cyan blood vessels under the skin.

The blue and white porcelain bowl was held in his hand, and the more he looked at it, the more pleasing it became.

I couldn't help but sneak a glance, a bit of a nymphomaniac.

"What's wrong?" He asked me with a smile.

I was stunned for a moment, and then I suddenly came to my senses, and then I realized that something was wrong with his face.

The whiteness of the palm of the hand is indeed the whiteness of the skin, but the whiteness of the face is a sickly whiteness.

Thinking that after walking in the sun for a while that day, his heart could not breathe, I couldn't help but be a little worried, looked at him carefully, and asked, "You have a very bad face, are you okay?"

Feng Ruobai was stunned for a moment, then raised his hand and rubbed it on his face.

He should have used a lot of force, and it took him a long time to rub it before a little blood appeared on his face.

"Come, drink the medicine first." He said as he handed the bowl over.

The tip of my nose snorted, my head tilted back, and I almost vomited at the spicy smell of ginger.

"I'm sorry, I don't eat ginger." I clenched the quilt tightly in embarrassment.

Just now he took me off the stone, and my brain was so confused that when he asked Mama Feng to boil ginger soup, I was completely stunned.

Feng Ruobai secretly glanced out of the door and whispered, "You don't like the strange smell of ginger either?"

I couldn't help but want to laugh a little when I saw his cautious appearance, and quickly nodded at him.

"Or you'll have a bite?" He picked up the spoon and scooped it up, and as soon as I looked at the pale yellow soup, my stomach immediately began to churn, and my uncomfortable brow became tangled.

I can't help but recall the last time I ate at a restaurant, Song Cheng threw a green onion into my bowl and forced me to eat it.

The choking smell seemed to still linger on the tip of my nose, and I suddenly retched and quickly raised my hand to cover my nose.

Seeing that I reacted so much, Feng Ruobai was taken aback by me, held the bowl and hid backwards, and said to me very apologetically: "I'm sorry, I didn't expect you to be so disgusted."

I shook my head and waved at him.

He was just kind, but I couldn't accept the smell myself.

Feng Ruobai stared at the bowl of ginger soup twice, and glanced at the trash can underneath.

He put his index finger in front of his mouth, made a "shhhhh

"Ahem, young master." Suddenly, Feng Ma appeared at the door and shouted unusually calmly.

Feng Ruobai shook his wrist, as if he had done something wrong, and hurriedly put the bowl back.

He turned his head and said to Mama Feng seriously, "Mama Feng, she can't drink it."

Feng's mother glanced at me, and I immediately felt weak, feeling that I was a little ignorant and wasted someone's thoughts.

Unexpectedly, Feng's mother sighed and said softly: "Young master, Miss Shen has a good body, so if you can't drink it, forget it, but you just suffered from the cold and must drink it."

The smile on Feng Ruobai's face froze, he looked at Feng Ma bitterly, and whispered, "Feng Ma, I'm fine."

Mama Feng glanced at him disagreeingly, then turned her gaze to me, and said very kindly, "Please Miss Shen try the palm of the young master to see if he is cold."

Feng Ruobai seemed to want to hide, but I was quick and grabbed his wrist.

Looking at his face before, I thought that he was just freezing when he carried me into the house, but now, the heating in the house is still on, and my body is already sweating, but his palms are cold, like dead bones.

I was startled, only to see a strange red glow on the tips of his ears and a layer of sweat on his forehead.

I couldn't help but raise my hand and touch it, only to find that his forehead was full of cold sweat, and when it touched my hand, I shivered with ice.

"What the hell is going on with you?"

There was a feeling of uneasiness in my heart, Feng Ruobai raised his eyelids and glanced at me, his face suddenly turned red, he hurriedly retracted his hand, and his fingers curled up together.

Feng Ruobai didn't speak, I could only look at Feng's mother.

Mama Feng sighed, took two steps forward, and said earnestly, "Young Master, it's time to drink medicine."

Feng Ruobai's eyebrows furrowed, as if he was a little reluctant. Finding that I was looking at him, he smiled wryly, pinched his nose and picked up the bowl, and drank a bowl of ginger soup to the bottom.

Just looking at his brow wrinkled like that, I knew how bad the soup was, and I got goosebumps all over my body in fear.

Feng Ruobai took a sip of the ginger soup in the bowl, stuffed the bowl into Feng's mother's hand, covered her mouth and ran out.

After a while, there was the sound of rushing water in the bathroom, and it was a few minutes before he came out of it, his face a little whiter than before, and he looked particularly frightening.

Feng Ma seemed to be relieved, and turned around to go out with the bowl.

I was already too hot, but I was afraid that Feng Ruobai would be cold, so I was embarrassed to ask him to turn off the heater, so I could only slowly move the quilt a little.

Feng Ruobai saw my movements at a glance, and was stunned before saying, "Is it too hot?"

I quickly shook my head and said I was fine.

Not convinced, he raised his hand and tried it on my forehead, then turned off the central heating.

I looked at him uneasily, and he stuck his head over and said to me with a smile, "It's much better, I don't believe you touch it."

I was a little embarrassed and a little uneasy, but I still put the back of my hand on his forehead and tried it, and it was a lot warmer than just now. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

Feng Ruobai asked Feng's mother to send my clothes over.

Because I came directly from Shui Yunsong, I was wearing a short skirt that was very revealing, and at this time, facing Feng Ruobai's clear eyes, I suddenly felt a burst of shame, and I felt that my clothes were so unsightly.

He seemed to sense my embarrassment and asked Mama Feng to find a small set of sportswear.

Feng's mother quickly brought over a set of clothes, which was similar to the clothes Feng Ruobai gave me last time, and it was very comfortable and comfortable to wear.

I shrunk into the quilt to change my clothes, asked Feng's mother for a plastic bag, and stuffed the short skirt into it indiscriminately, I really wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in.

Feng Ruobai secretly glanced at the plastic bag, and seemed to be curious about the skirt.

Spotting my gaze, he smiled embarrassedly, pointed to the plastic bag and asked, "You usually wear clothes like this?"

I suddenly felt very uncomfortable, nodded stiffly, and grabbed the bag tightly with both hands.

Probably realizing that he had asked the wrong thing, he quickly changed the topic and asked, "Why did you come to my house today?"

Hearing this, I couldn't help but be stunned, and said in surprise: "Didn't you send someone to Shui Yunsong to find me?"

He called out my name and asked me to come by name, who else but him?

Feng Ruobai's face was full of surprise, and it seemed that he really didn't send someone to find me.

I groaned in my heart, and a layer of cold sweat suddenly crept up on my back. If he hadn't asked me to come over by name, how could that middle-aged man find me in a good way?

"I just needed a model to paint, and I didn't expect it to be such a coincidence." Feng Ruobai smiled, but I was not so optimistic.

"No, if you think about it, you really didn't let people come to me?" I interrupted him and pursed my lips a little frightened, "The person who picked me up said that his husband ordered me to come over, don't you have an impression?" ”

As soon as he heard the word "sir", Feng Ruobai's face changed suddenly, and there was a hint of seriousness in his expression.

I didn't know what was going on here, and I didn't want to know, so I quickly changed the topic and said, "It seems that your painting hasn't been finished yet, don't you want to paint it?"

Feng Ruobai woke up from his stunned expression, and his expression was a little unnatural.

He squirmed and whispered, "I rarely draw naked bodies."

I almost burst out laughing when I heard his description.

A naked model is a naked model, and it is said so implicitly.

"Do you know what I mean?" He looked at me uncomfortably, his eyes a little evasive.

"Well, I get it." I nodded, a little unsure of what to call him, thought about it, or called his name directly, "Feng Ruobai, I work in that kind of place, you know?" ”

He blinked, "What kind of place?"

I'm a little powerless to complain.

It is said that he is also a big young master, and it is estimated that he has been similar to a person like Song Cheng since he was a child, and he has seen all kinds of scenes.

But after talking to him for so long, I feel like he's quite naïve and doesn't know much about outside things.

I couldn't help but ask, "How old are you?"

He hesitated for a moment and said softly, "It's almost eighteen."

"So small?" I almost exclaimed.

I saw him speak and act very calmly before, I thought he was at least twenty years old, but he just looked young, but I didn't expect him to be a minor!

It is estimated that he was underestimated by me, his face suddenly burned, and he said embarrassedly: "In four months, I will be an adult."

I looked confused, and silently thought about it in my heart.

I've been an adult for more than three months, so to speak, I'm more than half a year older than him. As a result, every time we met, it seemed like he was taking care of me.

I was a little embarrassed and rubbed my hair in frustration.

The thought of "that kind of place" that I had just hinted at him made me want to travel back in time and give myself a mouthful.

I'm talking to a minor and what nonsense!

At a glance, you can see that he and Song Cheng are two opposite extremes at all, and I guess I haven't heard of those nonsense things.

"That kind of place, what kind of place?" He gave me a curious look.

I choked hard in my throat and felt like I had accidentally dug a hole in myself.

was racking his brains to prevaricate the past, when he suddenly saw Feng's mother coming over and whispered, "Mr. is back."

There was a "buzz" in my head, this gentleman, is this the one who ordered me to come out?

Before he could react, he saw Feng Ruobai laughing, raised his feet and walked out, and said happily, "Father is back?"

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