She felt that she was an evil spirit of mankind and her sins were infinite.
Song Zixuan seemed to be dreaming, and he shouted, "It's so cool."
Zhong Zhenzhen smiled, idiot
She had tormented him so much these past few days, and he didn't complain. But Zhong Zhenzhen found that she missed the Song Zixuan from before. She patted her face. She was so mean.
Now that Song Zixuan has a good temper, wouldn't it be nice to listen to him in everything? He still has to think about the Song Zixuan who would only lose his temper with her.
However, Song Zixuan used to care about her, but now Song Zixuan has simply forgotten about that incident.
Song Zixuan rolled over and stretched out his hand to touch his face. Zhong Zhenzhen pressed his hand, but he held it.
Zhong Zhen was really afraid of waking him up, so he slowly pulled out his hand, then changed a towel and put it on him before running out of the room.
Later in the middle of the night, she came to change Song Zixuan's towel again
She ran around all night, but she was very happy
The next day, Song Zixuan woke up from a terrible nightmare
In the dream, his face was horribly ulcerated. When he returned to the Song family, no one could recognize him.
After waking up, he didn't dare to touch his face for fear of covering his face with abscesses.
He walked to the mirror cautiously and reluctantly opened his eyes.
"Ah..." Song Zixuan shouted
Zhong Zhenzhen, who was lying on the sofa bed catching up on her sleep, was woken up by the scream. Could it be that something happened to Song Zixuan's face? She didn't even bother to put on her clothes and kicked open Song Zixuan's door: "What's wrong?"
Song Zixuan looked at her with strange eyes. When did she get into the habit of kicking open doors with her feet?
Zhong Zhenzhen raised his chin, looked left and right, and exhaled, "What the hell is that? Isn't this face nice?"
It was none of her business if he screamed. Song Zixuan realized what the scream was. He just found that the rash on his face had faded a lot, and then expressed his happiness loudly.
"To be frightened, it was when you kicked the door." Song Zixuan sat on the edge of the bed, crossed his legs and looked at her with a funny look.
"Humph" Zhong Zhenzhen was too lazy to pay attention to him. Now she was so sleepy that she yawned and went to catch up on her sleep.
After Zhong Zhenzhen went out, Song Zixuan secretly called Assistant Sun, "Can the flowers I asked you to order be delivered today?"
"Okay." Assistant Sun tried his best to suppress his rebellious mood.
Song Zixuan nodded, "That's good. If there is a problem, you are the only one I can ask!"