Dead.

It was still pouring rain outside the window.

Terashima turned over, still unable to sleep, frowning.

It may be uncomfortable to sleep on a quilt and pillow without a set of sheets and pillowcases, or it may be very uncomfortable after a cold.

She was in a depressed mood, thinking for a while, her head was dizzy, Xu was tired from a day of cleaning, and her eyelids gradually closed.

She dreamed of a short and carefree time when she was just born and her parents were not divorced. The family took a family photo and ate sweet and cold ice cream.

In the middle of the dream, she went to elementary school, and every time she came home from school, she would see her father come back angry after losing a gamble, and would beat her mother, and said that it was not natural for a husband to beat his wife! She was so frightened that she stood aside and cried because her mother told her to be strong. After that, she was sentenced to her mother and came to a new home, because of her resistance, she hated her stepfather and also hated the boy who was a year younger than her.

Finally, the dream woke up.

When I opened my eyes, I was sleepy-eyed and found that the dark bedroom was lit up with a dim light.

Suddenly, the doorknob of the bedroom sounded and twisted, and she subconsciously pulled up the quilt, revealing only a pair of vigilant big amber eyes, paying attention to the person entering the door, like a house cat.

"Are you awake?" Terashimagawa walked in with a cup of prepared cold spirits.

When she saw the visitor, she relaxed, but did not answer.

Terashimagawa sat on the edge of the bed, stirring the particles in the cup to make them more even, while talking to the woman.

In this bedroom, he could hear the sound of drizzle outside, and for the first time, Terashima Lingqiao could see clearly the boy sitting next to his bed, who was taller and more handsome than when he was a child.

However, she was still expressionless and unwilling to deal with the other party. There is always a resistance to a certain type of person in her heart, maybe this is her way of life.

The boy handed the cup to her, "I just came in and saw that you were sleeping soundly, so I didn't call you, drink some medicine and continue to sleep." ”

The soft light of the table lamp sprinkled on the woman's clear side face, as if the golden elf was beating and shining.

She rolled over, turned her back to the other side of the boy, and whispered, "Let it go, I'll drink it myself."

With that, she turned around and lay on her side, closing her eyes and pretending to sleep.

"Don't sleep, you haven't eaten dinner yet." Terashimagawa patted the quilt.

"Not hungry." This time, Tejima Lingqiao put the quilt tightly on her head and hid in the quilt and did not move.

Seeing this, Terashimagawa didn't say much, just turned around and walked out of the bedroom.

Under the covers, it was pitch black.

Tejima closed her eyes and kept hypnotizing herself to fall asleep quickly. Just sleep until dawn and rearrange your room to get out of here.

As she pondered, the bedroom door was pushed open again. Terashimagawa sighed and walked in with dinner.

"I've brought it in for you, you just have to sit up and eat."

He patted the quilt, and then pulled off the corner of the tightly covered quilt, and a cold and pretty face was instantly revealed under the quilt.

"I don't want to eat it! Are you deaf? Terashima River! The woman was woken up, and when she opened her eyes, she gritted her teeth and questioned the boy with her gaze.

Terashimagawa didn't care, anyway, it wasn't once or twice that he was questioned like this by the other party since he was a child. Considering that she was sick, she simply didn't bother to talk back. He just put the dinner plate next to the bed, picked up the small bowl with white rice porridge and handed it to the woman.

Tejima didn't react for a while, raised her head and looked at the boy, looking at the boy with a small mouth pouting angrily and eyes full of confusion, as if asking the boy which play is this?

"Don't be reckless, you have a hard mouth but an honest stomach, and you are gurgling. Take it quickly, do you want me to feed you? Don't dream, my future girlfriend won't be able to have this treatment! Terashimagawa said.

Terashima was stunned for a moment, and before she could return her mouth, her stomach made a 'gurgling' sound very uncooperatively, and the words she just wanted to say were suddenly swallowed back to her throat in embarrassment.

Knowing that this cheap sister wants to save face, Terashimagawa thought for a while and gave the other party the stairs, "Okay, okay, I just want you to help me try the taste and see if my cooking skills have improved." ”

"Oh...", this explanation softened the woman's expression a lot.

Then, as if hypnotic had been applied, like a marionette, Tejima took the bowl and looked down at the white rice porridge in his hand, thoughtful.

"That's right, there's also an omelette and shredded white radish, you can try it."

Seeing that the omelette was put into his bowl by the boy with chopsticks, Tejima Lingshu raised his head again and stared at the boy's face, his cold little face was slightly moved, but he didn't say anything, just ate a bite of the omelette in cooperation, chewed silently, and didn't say a word.

"How's it going, I'm okay with cooking, right?" The boy said proudly.

After swallowing, Terashima looked at the dishes on the plate again and didn't say a word. After years of getting along, Terashimagawa suddenly understood what she meant, and consciously put a chopstick shredded radish into her bowl, and the woman's moist lips opened again, biting the shredded radish in the bowl and chewing silently.

"Hmm... The taste is so-so, tomorrow you will be in charge of washing the dishes as before, and I will make breakfast. ”

After the woman finished eating, she lay back down, her back to the boy, her expression could not be seen clearly, but she answered as emotionlessly as always.

“....”

Terashimakawa's eyes were full of resentment, and the taste was average and she ate so cleanly, she knew that this cold woman was not only dishonest, but also always hurt people when she spoke.

Complaining is complaining, washing dishes still has to be washed.

Terashimagawa packed up the dishes and chopsticks and walked out of the bedroom, gently closing the door by the way.