Chapter Eighty-Five: Is It a Dream?

Hearing this, Gu Mianmian almost fell off the bed in shock.

Lu Zerui didn't care about her expression and movements, he just lowered his head and gently blew the porridge in the spoon and handed it to Gu Mianmian's lips.

Lu Zerui opened his mouth expressionlessly and said, "Ah." ”

Gu Mianmian blinked, and she didn't react for a while.

Lu Zerui said again: "Ah." ”

His mouth was slightly open, but it didn't affect his good-looking face at all.

Under Lu Zerui's gaze, Gu Mianmian cautiously opened his mouth.

The spoon was put into the mouth, and the porridge was neither hot nor cold, just the right feeling.

Gu Mianmian took a bite, and Lu Zerui continued to lower his head and scoop a spoonful of porridge and blew it.

Gu Mianmian swallowed the porridge, she looked at Lu Zerui like this, and she didn't come back to her senses for a long time.

My head was still a little dizzy, and everything seemed so unreal.

Is it a dream?

Gu Mianmian pursed the corners of her mouth, raised her head and pinched the root of her thigh.

"Whew!"

Gu Mianmian shouted.

Lu Zerui frowned and looked up at her, his eyes a little disgusted.

The moment Lu Zerui's gaze moved over, Gu Mianmian immediately covered his mouth and swallowed all the voices just now.

Lu Zerui looked at her for a long time, and then handed the spoon to her lips.

Gu Mianmian's hand was taken away, and he said in a dumb voice: "Lu Shao, I can ...... by myself Hmmm......"

Before he finished speaking, the white porridge was sent into his mouth.

Gu Mianmian swallowed the porridge, Lu Zerui didn't seem to hear her words, and continued to lower his head to blow the porridge for her.

He said: "Drink porridge, drink medicine, measure temperature, ask for leave from the unit, get well quickly, and go to the Lu family's old house on the outskirts of the city with me the day after tomorrow." ”

Listening to Lu Zerui's words popping out word by word, Gu Mianmian blinked, and reacted with his head, which was a little sluggish because of a cold.

Lu Zerui's porridge was fed to her mouth again.

Gu Mianmian was lying on the bed, her throat moved slightly, speaking of which, Lu Zerui's porridge was quite delicious, as if it was much better than what she made when Lu Zerui was sick.

Since Lu Zerui asked, she didn't need to be too modest.

Now that she is a patient, she may be able to get a good feel for the benefits that belong to the patient.

She sat on the bed, her head turned slightly sideways, and she could see Lu Zerui's serious appearance.

It's just the action of blowing porridge with his jaw, and for some reason he looks so good.

Simple loungewear, plain white bowls and spoons, slight bow-to-head movements and long eyelashes that make shadows in the light.

The delicate facial features are the result of the Creator's preference for carving.

Even if he knew that this guy had a bad track record, looking at him at this moment, Gu Mianmian couldn't help but feel a little distracted.

Two people, one room, she is sick, and there is someone to take care of.

She hadn't experienced this kind of life for a long time.

She thought, and the last spoonful of porridge was fed in.

The stomach has long been full, but Gu Mianmian still feels a little unfinished.

Lu Zerui got up, as if he was about to go and serve another bowl.

Gu Mianmian hurriedly stopped and said, "Lu Shao, I'm full." ”

Under the temptation of Lu Zerui's beauty, if she had another bowl, Gu Mianmian was afraid that she would drink it herself, and she would be the one who would be uncomfortable afterwards.

Lu Zerui glanced at her, didn't say anything, and left with the bowl.

Gu Mianmian rubbed her very satisfied little belly, the taste of the bowl of porridge just now was so good.

She waited honestly in bed, and after a while, Lu Zerui came back, just ......