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No wonder An Ziqi always likes to eat desserts, it turns out that there is still this effect.

He pursed his lips and smiled, finished eating, and sent the dishes downstairs.

As soon as I walked to the kitchen door, I heard a voice talking from inside.

"You just sent dessert up, Miss Xia didn't say anything, right?" A servant's voice came.

"No, I see Miss Xia's reaction, it seems to be pretty good." The other servant replied.

"That's good, Mr. Yun deliberately told Mousse to put less sugar before, and I'm afraid that Miss Xia won't like it."

Summer Star froze in place, she didn't like to eat anything particularly sweet, did he remember?

"How could it be, Mr. Yun specially gave me a ...... before"

The two servants came out of the kitchen as they spoke, and before they could finish their words, they happened to see her and hurriedly stammered and asked, "Miss Xia, are you ...... Why are you here? ”

Xia Xing shook his head, handed the cutlery in his hand to her, and turned to go upstairs.

Looking through the gap in the study and looking at the light inside, she couldn't tell the complicated feelings in her heart.

While torturing her, he remembered everything about her and cared for her.

What exactly does cloudy sky mean?

He stood there for a long time before turning back to his room.

When he went to bed at night, Xia Xing lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling, and the words he had heard from the maid constantly echo in his mind.

In the silence of the night, all the sounds seemed to be infinitely amplified.

In the next study, the chair was removed from the floor, followed by footsteps, the sound of the door opening, and the footsteps continued to move in the direction of her room.

Xia Xing's heart tightened, he hurriedly closed his eyes, and his two subordinates clenched the sheets under him.

However, the footsteps rang for a while, and then suddenly stopped and disappeared.

There was no movement for a long time.

The ghost sent the gods, Xia Xing got up from the bed, walked to the door barefoot, raised his hand, wanted to open the door, hesitated, and finally took it back.

Outside the door, Yun Tian stood at the door, quietly looking at the door, his hand in the air for a long time.

Inside and outside the room, there is a door between the two, but it seems to be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers.

The next day, Yun Tian didn't allow her to refuse, and personally accompanied Xia Xing to the hospital.

In the quiet hospital room, she lay on the bed for infusions, and he sat by the window reading the papers.

Summer Star turned his head to look over, and the sunlight shone through the glass on his knife-like sharp features, like a faint halo around his face, and his long eyelashes cast a small fan-like shadow under the eye circles.

Clean and good-looking, just like the sunshine youth of the first encounter.

As if sensing her gaze, Yun Tian raised his eyes and looked at it lightly.

Xia Xing hurriedly withdrew his gaze, his cheeks burned, and he turned his head to look at his hand that was piercing the needle infusion.

Footsteps sounded, and a pair of shoes appeared in her drooping eyes.

Cold fingertips caressed the needle on her hand.

Xia Xing's hand couldn't help but tremble.

"Does it hurt?"

Summer Star shook his head.

Yuntian twisted his eyebrows, can't he speak yet? What do these doctors eat?

"Speak."

Xia Xing bit his lip and said, "It doesn't hurt." ”

Hearing her voice, Yun Tian's frowning brows relaxed.

In the next few days, Xia Xing went to the hospital for infusions, and the meals at home were mainly light.

Every night, the maid would bring her all kinds of sweets.

The amount of sugar used is very small, sweet but not greasy.