I don't know when it started, Luo Yisheng felt that getting along with Mo Shicang was not so comfortable.

Maybe it's from living here?

"Yes, thank you." Luo Yisheng's voice was soft and muffled, and her gaze fell on Mo Shicang's lips several times, and then flashed away.

Last night, she dreamed again, and in the dream, she and Mo Shicang kissed again, but in the end, the unclear face became Ah Cang's face.

Luo Yisheng thought about it, and his cheeks burned even more panic.

Mo Shicang didn't know what Luo Yisheng was thinking, but his slightly flushed cheeks pleased him, he reached out and pinched Luo Yisheng's cheeks, and then doted: "You sleep for a while, I'll go cook, and call you later." ”

Luo Yisheng nodded, and watched Mo Shicang's tall figure walk out of the bedroom, she suddenly felt that there were many bedrooms, and they were also sufficient.

Luo Yisheng took a deep breath, then put his hand on his heart.

"Plop plop—"

The heart beat very strongly, and the frequency was also very fast, such a strange feeling made Luo Yisheng feel a little overwhelmed.

"Am I really sick?" Luo Yisheng muttered quietly.

After a while, Luo Yisheng walked out and saw Mo Shicang leisurely making pasta.

Even if it was just cooking, there was charm in his gestures, and Luo Yisheng's heart beat unobediently.

Luo Yisheng looked away, landed on the exquisitely packaged lunch box on the side, and then said, "Ah Cang, I just met a woman downstairs, and I heard that you were sick and came to visit you. She sent this one. ”

Luo Yisheng pouted, she was a little curious about the identity of that woman, why did she know Ah Cang so well?

Although there is a gap in age, race is nothing in front of love, let alone age?

Mo Shicang walked to the table and couldn't help frowning when he saw the familiar lunch box and the strange taste.

Mo Shicang was shocked: "What did she tell you?" ”

Luo Yisheng was even more suspicious when she saw Mo Shicang's reaction, was she afraid that that beautiful sister would misunderstand something?

Luo Yisheng said sullenly, "I didn't say anything, she just expressed her concern for you." ”

Luo Yisheng approached, smelling the fragrant white rice porridge, and his heart was a little sour.

Anyway, she couldn't make such a delicious and beautiful porridge.

Mo Shicang was a little puzzled, Luo Yisheng didn't look like she knew the truth, so what was she angry about?

Mo Shicang brought the prepared pasta over and told Luo Yisheng to wash his hands.

Luo Yisheng panicked for a moment, then turned around and obediently washed his hands.

Sitting at the dinner table, Luo Yisheng ate a few bites tastelessly.

"Doesn't it taste good?" Mo Shicang saw that Luo Yisheng was picking pasta with chopsticks and no chopsticks, and he seemed to have no appetite.

It seems to be the same yesterday, and suddenly I don't have the appetite to eat.

Mo Shicang came to Luo Yisheng's side and looked at it carefully, which made Luo Yisheng a little uncomfortable.

Luo Yisheng dodged back slightly, "What are you doing?" ”

"Are you sick? Do you want to go to the hospital for a check-up? ”

"Sick?" Luo Yisheng was suspicious, "I'm very good!" ”

"Then why don't you have the appetite to eat?" Mo Shicang sat upright and looked at Luo Yisheng with a serious face, "Since you are not sick, eat it all, you are too thin." ”

Luo Yisheng paused and put down his chopsticks, "Ah Cang, you are my friend, but not my father, don't teach me like this!" ”

As soon as Luo Yisheng was angry, he returned to the room and locked the door.

Luo Yisheng lay on the bed, feeling a little strange, she felt as if she was coquettish.

Mo Shicang took care of her very thoughtfully and meticulously, would cook for her, and would tell her to wash her hands......

But this feeling is like a father teaching his daughter, I don't know why, Luo Yisheng doesn't like this feeling.