Ning Qiluo let the back of his hand against his forehead and stood still.

It turned out that he put it in his pocket because his hands were a little cold when they got wet.

It was only when she was hot that she probed the temperature of her forehead.

Waiting for his hand to be taken away, Ning Qiluo said, "It's not burning, I can feel it." ”

After saying that, she looked up at him, "Did you know I was sick before I came?" Did Fu Tsai tell you? Actually, if you don't use it, I don't have any ......."

"It's already here."

Jiang Yingchi took her hand.

Her hand was held in the palm of his hand, too small, as if she was small for him anywhere. Silently following him, he was taken to a high chair outside the kitchen to sit.

"Wait a little longer, and you'll be fine soon."

With that, he turned and returned to the kitchen counter.

Ning Qiluo didn't know when Jiang Ying came late, let alone who took her out of the hospital, she slept so deeply that night, because she hadn't slept so soundly for a long time, so she didn't even know how she came back.

Watching Jiang Yingchi skillfully operate on the kitchen counter, he knew for the first time that he could cook.

But it was all light food, and she didn't feel much appetite when she looked at it.

"Jiang Yingchi, did Fu Zai tell you that I was sick? What about Fu Tsai? ”

He didn't reply.

"Jiang Yingchi, are you really coming to see me?"

He still didn't reply.

"Jiang Yingchi, when did you come to Xiangjiang?" She asked over and over again, never tired of it, regardless of whether he ignored her or not.

Until he turned around and looked at her.

When they looked at each other, Ning Qiluo's gaze did not move away again, and just met him.

He brought a bowl of clear soup and said, "Drink it." ”

"I don't want to drink it, the taste is too light."

"Drink."

"Oh."

She took the bowl without pulling a few feet, and asked as if she was relying on it: "Is it hot?" ”

The bowl was insulated, and she couldn't feel it when she held it, but the heat was rising, but she wanted to ask.

Dark eyes looked at her, "It's not hot, it's been cold for a while, and it's just right to drink now." ”

Ning Qiluo's eyelashes curled, "Thank you." ”

She drank the hot.

The soup has a bit of a fresh smell of fish, and there is a ball in the soup base, which should be fish balls. Originally, she had no appetite for lightness, but this bowl of soup aroused her appetite.

He made two dishes and a bowl of fish ball soup.

Ning Qiluo just ate some dishes, because Jiang Ying didn't eat them late, she didn't have much appetite when she ate alone.

After seeing her put down the bowl, Jiang Yingchi put the bowl away, "Are you feeling better?" It's better to take a break and go wash up. ”

"What about you?" She hurriedly asked.

"Pack up and go."

A big guy who was busy came to cook a patient meal for her and take care of her, although he didn't know what he meant, Ning Qiluo felt that it was a good feeling to be cared for by him.

This kind of care is different from the care of family members.

At least in a different sense.

It's just that when he said he was leaving, Ning Qiluo couldn't hold it back.

Holding his hand, he said in a soft but hoarse voice: "Don't be angry......

"I'm not angry."

"You're just angry."

"Nope."

Ning Qiluo looked at him, her mouth pursed and pouted, and she looked a little aggrieved, but in fact, it was not her who was wronged, but her expression looked a little aggrieved.

Slowly approaching him, he grabbed his wrist and said again: "Don't be angry......

Jiang Yingchi looked down at her.

Her arm was grabbed by her, and she leaned over to him, very close, very close.