Soon, Jiang Zebei walked into the room carrying a clay pot containing hot water.

He put it aside from the bed, and silently walked to the corner of the inner room to bring the spare wooden basin.

He stood on the edge of the bed, looked at Chen Mengtian with a pale face, and said, "I'll cook you some ginger syrup to drink, and come in later." ”

Chen Mengtian understood this hint, and she responded: "Hmm." ”

From the other party, he put the hot water clay pot next to the bed, and took out the spare wooden basin.

All kinds of actions show the intimacy of the teenager.

Chen Mengtian watched Jiang Zebei leave again.

Only this time, she could see a little flustered from the other party's footsteps.

She said in her heart, after all, she is still young.

It wasn't until Jiang Zebei left that Chen Mengtian patted his cheek.

What happened today made her a little embarrassed, but her 2 souls were adults after all.

Chen Mengtian got up and took off his clothes.

After that, he cleaned himself up in a less skillful way, and found a set of dresses from the wardrobe to change into.

During the toss, her little stomach hurt again.

Looking at the stained water in the wooden basin, Chen Mengtian gritted his teeth and got into the quilt.

She was too lazy to move, her whole body was weak, and she didn't want to squat and go out with a wooden basin at all.

Just take her ...... Shameless.

When the clothes were dirty before, Jiang Zebei must have seen it.

In that case, why should she care about something unwarranted.

Chen Mengtian got into the quilt and didn't feel warm, the quilt was still cold.

But it was much better than her standing.

"Chen Mengtian, the ginger syrup is ready."

A voice came from outside the door.

It was the low voice of a teenager.

Chen Mengtian, who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, lazily lifted his eyelids.

Chen Mengtian?

This Jiang Zebei is also interesting.

When she was in front of people, she was called very intimately, and her nickname was Tiantian.

Once the two of them are alone, they will call her by name and surname.

Occasionally, the last name is removed.

"The ginger syrup is still hot, you drink some and then go to sleep." The voice outside the door rang out again.

Chen Mengtian glanced at the wooden basin on the ground, and the dirty clothes not far away.

She pursed her lips and rushed out the door, "You bring it in." ”

The sound of footsteps gradually sounded from far to near, step by step as if stepping on Chen Mengtian's heart rhythm.

The quilt that had just had some temperature made Chen Mengtian very reluctant, but he had to get up.

When she sat up, Jiang Zebei was already standing in front of the bed with the bowl in his hand.

He didn't even look at the wooden basin on the floor, or the dirty clothes thrown together.

Looking at Chen Mengtian, who was leaning on the bed, he slowly handed the bowl with ginger syrup in his hand to the other party.

He said, "Drink a little while it's hot." ”

Seeing the black ginger syrup in front of him, the same color as traditional Chinese medicine, Chen Mengtian took it from the other party's hand.

She didn't drink it for the first time, but looked up into Jiang Zebei's eyes.

Although there was a smile in his eyes, it was rare to be a little serious, "Thank you." ”

Jiang Zebei saw her so sincerely thanking her, but he was not polite.

He bowed his head slightly, "After drinking, put the bowl in front of the couch, and I will collect it later." ”

Chen Mengtian took a sip of ginger syrup and responded vaguely: "Good ......"

This ancient ginger syrup is really strong, and it has a mellow taste.

Jiang Zebei saw her drinking one sip at a time, his face was full of satisfaction, and he turned around and picked up the wooden basin on the ground not far away.

It was as if he hadn't seen the color of the water in the tub, and his face hadn't changed much.