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Chapter 62: Sick 2

The dream last night consumed all Ruoxi's strength, as if she had gone through a cruel struggle. Obviously she won the war and she was able to survive.

Patting his head, Ruoxi coughed twice and felt a splitting headache.

Next to him, Mu Shiqin was no longer there, and the place was cold and empty.

It seems that the only wonderful episode is Ruoxi's illusion.

Dreams will eventually wake up!

She struggled to get up, felt dizzy, and fell off the bed.

His forehead hit the corner of the table, blood flowed down and flowed into Ruoxi's eyes, and then the whole world turned blood red.

"Ruoxi, what's wrong with you!" The door was suddenly pushed open. Mu Shiqin saw Ruoxi and hurriedly carried her back to the bed.

The blood on Ruoxi's face made Mu Shiqin startled.

His eyes darkened for a moment, and his expression was a little anxious. At that moment, he was as cute as a child.

"You!" He gently touched Ruoxi's face, treated the wound on her forehead, and finally wiped away the blood stains on her face.

After fifteen minutes, everything was finally done. At this time, Ruoxi discovered that Mu Shiqin's forehead was covered with sweat.

I wanted to raise my hand to wipe it off for him, but found that I had no strength at all.

"Don't move, you have a fever." Shi Qin patted Ruoxi on the shoulder, stood up, brought a bowl of porridge from the kitchen, blew on it, and then started to feed Ruoxi.

Ruoxi opened her mouth obediently, frowned after swallowing: "You did it?"

Mu Shiqin nodded, a light flashed in his ice blue eyes, and then continued to feed: "Is it delicious?"

Ruoxi still drank the second sip, without nodding but her smile turned pale: "It has a very unique taste."

Mu Shiqin raised his eyebrows and gave an evil smile: "Okay, then eat them all!"

On the third bite, Ruoxi reluctantly swallowed it and raised her head: "Did you taste it yourself when you made it?"

Until the fourth mouthful, Ruoxi stopped talking, and Shiqin frowned: "What kind of attitude is this? It won't poison you to death."

He took a tentative sip, his expression completely distorted.

"Is it delicious?" Ruoxi covered her mouth and smiled secretly.

But he vomited without giving any dignity, and then said regardless of the image: "It's so unpalatable, but you can still eat it!"

Ruoxi smiled and said softly: "Actually, what I cook is more delicious than what you cook."

Mu Shiqin smiled and looked at Ruoxi, with a strange brilliance flowing in his blue eyes. Under the light, the dark blue pupils were like a light blue sky, and that sky was vast and gentle.

After a while, the phone rang loudly. Mu Shiqin picked it up and said calmly: "What's wrong?"

Glancing at Ruoxi, Mu Shiqin said coldly: "I still have something to deal with, what? Can't you do anything without me? Then what do I want you to do? If you can't win this case, just get out!"

Throwing away the phone, his stern eyebrows softened again and he continued to look at the unpalatable porridge in his hand.

"If something happens, just leave. I will take care of myself!" Ruoxi smiled and lowered the corners of her eyes to cover up the flash of disappointment.

Mu Shiqin shook his head, looked at Ruoxi and said calmly: "What if I leave and you die?"

Ruoxi was furious: "I won't die here even if I die!"

Not even anywhere else!

After a pause, he said: "What do you mean? Are you sure that I will die?"

Ruoxi threw a pillow at him. He was so disgusted. This man was terribly mentally retarded. It would be strange if he didn't get mad to death after being together for a long time!


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