Lu Zixun lowered his head and asked her to sit down, and scratched her nose angrily: "Little fool, what are you talking about! In this world, no one will like Brother Zixun except you. The reason why I want to be here
At this critical time in my senior year of high school, I transferred to your school just to chase you! Make you my girlfriend!"
"Ah? Then, when did you start to like me?" Han Xiangzhu looked at him and winked mischievously.
Lu Zixun held her in his arms again and sighed softly: "It should have been in the second grade of junior high school! That's when you fell in love with Luo Yongmu and then deliberately kept a distance from us!"
Han Xiangzhu pushed him away angrily: "Who likes Luo Yongmu? Those are all rumors they deliberately spread."
As she said that, she tilted her head and stared at Lu Zixun, seeming a little angry, and said with bulging cheeks: "You still dare to say that I deliberately keep a distance from you, and you are not the one who provoked me. Bai Jinglin found me and said that I am worthy
If I don’t want to fall in love with you, keep me away from you. I also have self-respect, why should I get so close to you and cause trouble for myself!"
Only then did Lu Zixun realize what it meant to shoot himself in the foot. He quickly found a step for himself: "Okay, okay, that happened a long time ago. Let's not mention it again. You must be hungry!"
I brought you food, let’s go to the restaurant downstairs, and I’ll heat it up for you before you eat it!”
With that said, he quickly bent down and helped Han Xiangzhu put on his slippers.
Han Xiangzhu lowered his head and looked at his handsome figure, still feeling unreal in his heart.
The two of them walked hand in hand to the restaurant downstairs. Lu Zixun helped her sit down at the dining table: "Just wait, I will heat up the food for you."
Han Xiangzhu nodded, and when he walked to the kitchen door, he called out to him again: "Brother Zixun!"
"What's wrong?" Lu Zixun, who was carrying a lunch box, turned around and asked in confusion.
"Remember to wash your hands!" She remembered how Lu Zixun had warmed her feet with his hands just now, and for some reason, her cheeks suddenly felt hot again!
Lu Zixun was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed knowingly: "Don't worry, Brother Zixun will remember it!"
Although Lu Zixun had just had dinner at the old house, he still accompanied Han Xiangzhu to eat some more. The two lovers, who had just confirmed their feelings for each other, had a very pleasant dinner.
After dinner, Han Xiangzhu simply washed up and climbed into the large bed in the guest room.
Because the high fever had just subsided, her overall spirit was still a little bad.
When Lu Zixun walked into the guest room with a water glass and medicine, he saw her like a lazy kitten, nestling herself in the quilt very comfortably.
His eyes were filled with countless pampering flowers. He walked over, put the cup and medicine on the bedside table, and pulled her out of the quilt.
"Little confused, come and take medicine before going to sleep!"
Han Xiangzhu squinted her eyes slightly, and a strand of messy hair covered her eyes: "Brother Zixun, the medicine is so bitter! Can you not take it? You touch my forehead, it's better now, and I don't have a fever anymore!"
Lu Zixun raised his hand and helped her tidy up the hair covering her eyes: "Be good, take medicine to get better, otherwise I will take you to the hospital for intravenous drip tomorrow?"
As soon as he heard about the intravenous drip, Han Xiangzhu opened his eyes suddenly and quickly grabbed the packet of medicine on the bedside table: "Okay, I'm just talking casually. Isn't it okay if I take the medicine?"