Soon, Dong Zixu found someone to get it and ate all the ingredients and utensils of the hot pot. With three strokes and five divisions by two, he quickly completed all the preliminary work in the small kitchen of the ward, and brought the small boiler to the bed.

The hot radish corn beef bone soup was tumbling in the pot, and the rich aroma lingered throughout the ward, and the girl swallowed her saliva and waited for the boy to put the beef in the pot.

The young man's white and slender knuckles pinched the chopsticks, picked up a thinly sliced piece of beef, soaked it in the pot, and turned it on both sides before putting it in the girl's dish.

There are no irritating items such as chili peppers in her dishes, and they are special dishes made by teenagers.

When the girl saw the meat, her eyes lit up and she licked her mouth.

Although I have never eaten this kind of hot pot, it looks really tempting, especially the fragrance, and I salivate constantly when I smell it.

She quickly picked it up and stuffed it into her mouth, and suddenly, a sense of happiness surged throughout her body.

Hey, I haven't eaten it, so why does it feel familiar?

No matter!

She threw an expectant look at the young man: Hurry up and feed! Hurry up and feed!

The boy understood the girl's meaning in seconds, but he still didn't hesitate to soak the beef.

Well, you can't let her eat too fast, it's not easy to digest.

However, the slower Zixu moved, the more it aroused her appetite.

"Brother Zixu, can I kiss you? You tell me to finish it quickly! The girl looked at the bubbling hot pot, her mouth pursed, and her face was full of depression.

"No! I want you to kiss me, but it's not good for you, so no! The boy sternly refused.

"Brother Zixu, Brother Zixu, Brother Zixu......" She shook the young man's arm and began to be fancy.

The young man pursed his lips and did not speak for a long time, as if he was thinking carefully.

Finally, he couldn't resist the girl's soft grinding and hard bubbles, sighed deeply, and compromised: "Okay, I'm afraid of you." But the movements of the hands were only slightly accelerated.

The boy didn't eat anything today, so he followed the girl and ate a little.

Although he fainted in the middle of the day, and the doctor's explanation was that his blood sugar was too low, he always felt that his body had become strange.

But if he had to make it clear, he wouldn't be able to explain it clearly.

After the meal, the girl got up and moved.

At two o'clock in the morning, in addition to the street lights, there is still a little light in the buildings in the distance.

The sky was overcast and moonless, but it still couldn't hide the sparkle of the day.

"Brother Zixu, what do you like? What is love? The girl was tired, leaning on the boy's arms, and her voice was soft, like a kitten about to fall asleep.

The boy didn't answer, just looked at the girl who was gradually quieting down, put a kiss on her eyebrows, and then picked her up from the sofa, put her on the hospital bed, and covered her with the quilt.

He looked at the girl for a while, her long eyelashes lying peacefully under her eyelids, quietly exhaling and inhaling, like the simple beauty of an angel who does not understand the world.

As he lay down on the couch, he remembered the girl's words in his head.

What is like? What is love?

There is no standard answer in this world, precisely because it is not clear and reasonable, that is love.

Different from the equal relationship pursued by friendship, love has no reason to talk about, there is no right or wrong, and it is even always in the constant collision and opposition to achieve emotional warming.

To like is to like everything about you.

Love is everything that loves you.