The two of them were very close, so close that Qiao Yue could smell the smell of the good-smelling shower gel on Su Mingyuan's body.

Su Mingyuan's clothes had changed, and he was wearing a gray home clothes at this time, and his hair was still a little damp, obviously he had just taken a shower.

Qiao Yue is a head shorter than Su Mingyuan, and the height difference between the two has formed an optimal couple.

Su Mingyuan hung his head slightly, and his gaze shot at Qiao Yue's face at forty-five degrees.

Qiao Yue had just gotten up from bed, her hair was a little messy, and there was a lazy beauty in it.

She had a slight flush on the sides of her cheeks, which was supposed to be a symptom of a fever.

The lips are slightly dry, but bright red and pink, slightly open, as if they want to say something but are entangled in whether to say it.

Seeing Qiao Yue's pink red lips, Su Mingyuan's eyes darkened, and he subconsciously pursed his lips.

It was a long time before he turned his head away and looked away.

He saw Qiao Yue holding an empty cup in her hand, and her other hand was slightly clenched, as if she was holding something inside.

He understood something, Qiao Yue should have just been about to go downstairs to pour water and take medicine.

Su Mingyuan quietly withdrew his gaze, glanced at Qiao Yue lightly, and said in a cold voice, "Eat." ”

Then he turned around and left in a dashing manner, leaving Qiao Yue with a shocked face, staring at Su Mingyuan's tall and handsome back, and let out an "oh" in hindsight.

Su Mingyuan would actually go upstairs to call her for dinner in person?!

Although there were only two cold and cool words, it was enough to surprise Qiao Yue until she came back to her senses for a long time, and hurriedly followed his back that had already gone away and walked outside.

When Qiao Yue went downstairs, Su Mingyuan was already sitting at the dining table.

There are four dishes and one soup on the table, as well as a small pot of porridge, which Aunt Liu made before leaving.

Qiao Yue entered the dining room and looked at Su Mingyuan, who was sitting at the dining table with his back to her, and felt a little hesitant in her heart. There was a pause in the process of walking into the restaurant.

Su Mingyuan didn't eat first, but sat there straight, as if waiting for something.

The opportunity to be alone with Su Mingyuan and eat alone like this, Qiao Yue can count them with one hand.

Since they met, although they have shared the same bed for several months, there are not many opportunities to eat with Su Mingyuan.

Therefore, when facing Su Mingyuan, Qiao Yue's heart was still a little nervous.

The last time I had dinner with him was a long time ago, when she cooked noodles for him.

Qiao Yue still remembered that Su Mingyuan didn't like to eat green onions, so she threw away the chopped green onions again.

Thinking of this, the corners of Qiao Yue's mouth moved subconsciously, and there was a faint smile, mixed with deep love that appeared in her dark eyes.

"Are you going to stand there until the dish is cold?" Su Mingyuan's voice sounded coldly.

Qiao Yue came back to her senses, put away the emotions in her eyes in a panic, glanced at Su Mingyuan, who was still sitting at the dining table and did not turn her head, and walked towards the dining table.

Just as she was about to walk to the dining table, Qiao Yue suddenly remembered that she was still holding a water cup and a handful of pills in her hand, and her eyes turned to look at the water dispenser not far away.

Qiao Yue turned her steps, walked towards the water dispenser, poured a glass of warm water, and then cautiously walked towards the dining table.

The dining table was very long, and the food was placed in the middle, Qiao Yue put down the water glass, pulled out the chair, and sat down opposite Su Mingyuan.

She found that Su Mingyuan did not start eating, but picked up chopsticks and looked at her with a pair of dark eyes, as if he was waiting for her.

He was still holding the pill in his hand, and his palms were slightly damp.

Qiao Yue wanted to eat the medicine quickly, otherwise the sugar coating outside might be melted away after a while.

She ignored the deep gaze on the other side, forced herself to calmly pick up the water cup and take a sip of water to moisten her throat, and then raised her head to put the pill in her hand into her mouth.

"Eat after a meal." Su Mingyuan suddenly spoke.