But after the severe pain, accompanied by deep exhaustion and weakness, they could only lie on the rattan chair for a short rest, and before they knew it, they fell asleep, and finally were woken up by the sound of Song Jin opening the door.

He got up and leaned over, Song Jin stretched out his hand and hugged him, the boy has grown up a lot, not as light as before, Song Jin is a little difficult just to support him.

The young man lowered his eyes and leaned on her shoulder, rubbed it for a while, and then whispered in her ear, "Gentle, I have become so strange, you see my hands, there is no flesh left." ”

"Ah," Song Jin was stunned for a moment, then glanced at it and nodded, "Well, I've lost a lot of weight." ”

The liar pursed his lips and glanced at her.

There was no surprise on her face, as if she knew that this body would grow at such an abnormal rate.

Seeing that he was silent, Song Jin thought he was afraid, patted him on the back and comforted him, "Don't be afraid, you just grew up." ”

The young man's eyelashes flashed suddenly, he raised his hand around her neck, lowered his eyes and hummed lowly, well-behaved and obedient, but listening carefully, he didn't seem to be able to discern any emotion.

And the blanket that was originally covering the young man's body suddenly slipped down, and Song Jin inadvertently turned his head and happened to hit it, and froze in an instant.

"Why don't you get dressed?"

Before she could catch the man, she hurriedly pressed the boy back onto the wicker chair, raised her hand and pulled the blanket that had slipped down, and covered him again.

When he pulled the blanket up, his eyes still couldn't help but glance a few more times, and when he didn't want to be a person, he suddenly met the young man's dark and clean eyes with confusion.

"What are you looking at? You've been watching it for a long time. ”

Looked

Long.

Good.

Long.

Ahhh

Song Jin, you beast!

Want to go to prison for a lifetime?!!!

Song Jin didn't dare to meet his eyes at all, his eyes were erratic, "Ah that, that I-" She was still holding the blanket in her hand, paused, and said seriously, "That, I'm covering you with a quilt, it's still quite cold, don't catch a cold, otherwise we won't have money to buy medicine." ”

As she spoke, she pulled the quilt under his nose and coughed lightly, "Well, that's just the right height." Without waiting for the boy to speak, she turned and fled, "Stay here and don't move, I'll find you a dress!" ”

The young man saw her slightly reddened earlobes, raised his eyebrows, and a smile of unknown meaning spread on his lips.

Do you like young people?

Song Jin didn't know that she had been labeled, and if she knew, she might go to prison to calm down, lest she twist his head off impulsively.

Interstellar technology is very advanced, and there are too many benefits other than a terrible mess of food.

Qingluan gave full play to its talent as a little butler, although there were no clothes on the mecha that teenagers could wear, but it still learned from those women in ancient times through unremitting efforts, and sewed several small clothes of the little dinosaur into big clothes.

Under Song Jin's coercion and temptation, and even deception and coaxing, the young man finally got dressed slowly.

He came out of the room, Qingluan in the living room was preparing breakfast, swept around, Song Jin was not there, he walked into Song Jin's bedroom, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw that the small bed like the ruins that he had destroyed before had been completely repaired.

Not only that, but the size of the space and the bed is much larger.

The young man's eyes darkened a little, and his thin lips pursed slightly, and he could see at a glance what she wanted to do.

Song Jin knelt on the bed to make the sheets for him, and when she saw him come in, she waved her hand and beckoned him over, "Come and see your new bed!" I asked Qingluan to fix it, and I deliberately made this one of yours similar to my bed, come and try it! ”

The young man stood not far away, just glanced at it, and didn't look at it again, his eyes drooped slightly, and he didn't look interested at all, instead of listening to Song Jin's words and walking to her, he went in the opposite direction, took off his shoes, and lay on Song Jin's bed silently, and didn't forget to cover himself with a quilt.

Song Jin""

She just said "come and try your new bed" instead of "try my bed", right?

Song Jin couldn't help but put herself into the role of a parent, rolled up her sleeves and went over, just wanted to beat someone up, only to touch his wrist, but she was burned, she immediately frowned, "Why is it so hot?" ”

Her gaze fell on the young man's closed eyes, his face was a little pale, his brow was slightly frowned, and he seemed uncomfortable.

Song Jin leaned over and touched his forehead, he really had a fever.

I remembered that just now in order to let the boy wear clothes, the soft grinding and hard bubbles came out, the boy has just finished evolving, and his body is when he is weak, and he has been blowing cold wind without clothes for a long time, and now he is fine, he has really become a sick beauty.

She patted the young man's face, "Wake up, I'll ask Qingluan to cook some medicine for you." ”

I don't know which word touched the boy, the boy who was too sick to open his eyes glanced at her slightly, probably because the illness blurred the boy's mind, or maybe it was the sequelae of the evolution that had just been completed, the boy rarely turned his head, buried himself in the quilt, and muttered, "I don't want to drink that nasty ghost's medicine." ”

Song Jinxin said that yesterday you drank two glasses of juice made by Qingluan, why did you become a nasty ghost today, are you children so fickle?

"If you don't let Qingluan cook, do you want me to go?" Song Jin raised his eyebrows, "Tell you, if you want to be beautiful, don't say that I don't know where the medicine is, even if I know, I won't cook it."

The young man hugged her affectionately, lowered his eyelids, and said sickly, "Then I won't drink it, you don't like me at all." ”

Song Jin smiled angrily, "I like you by cooking a medicine?" Isn't my liking too cheap? Okay, don't make a fuss, you need to take medicine when you're sick. ”

The boy languished again.

Song Jin patted him on the head, and went out to let Qingluan prepare the medicine, about fifteen minutes later, Song Jin came in with a tube of reagents, stopped at the door, and looked at the new bed of a certain little divine beast with an expressionless face-

Oh, I shouldn't have said it was a bed, because there was not even a shadow of a bed in sight, only ash on the floor.

This is the kind that can't be spelled together.

And the culprit is still pitifully nested on her bed, looking weak and haggard, and he will die when the wind blows, as if he has nothing to do with this crime scene at all, if he is not the only one in this room, Song Jin will probably believe it!

Song Jin took a deep breath and walked over, before he could pull the person out of the bed and beat her, the young man first glanced at her in confusion, and then looked at the crime scene that seemed to have been broken and scattered, frowned, and asked her, "Where is my new bed?" Why is it gone? ”