Chang Che continued to lie motionless as if nothing had happened, not daring to be too arrogant under his mother's eyes, but occasionally raising his eyebrows when he glanced at someone.
"It's still burning." Chang Shang touched his forehead and frowned in pain.
"Fever is normal. Mom, don't worry. It's so late and you haven't gone to get your beauty sleep yet. I'll be fine." Chang Che just wanted to send his mother away quickly and then do the unfinished business.
Chang Shang occasionally caught a glimpse of Qiong Ying's red cheeks, and thinking of the hints Zuo Zuo had given before, she suddenly realized it. She had an idea in her heart, but secretly cursed: You brat, you chased your mother away after you got a wife, you're heartbroken for nothing!
When she was pouring the soup, she just observed for a moment and noticed that the two children behaved well on the surface but were flirting behind their backs. After forgetting it, she stopped being an annoying light bulb.
He simply handed over the task of giving soup to his son to Yingying.
"Yingying, I'm sorry to trouble you. I asked Zuo Zuo to clean up the guest room for you. It's next door. You can go to bed when you're tired, okay?"
"Um."
Qiong Ying sent Chang Shang away, let out a long sigh, and walked back lightly, her fingertips holding the medicinal meal trembling slightly.
"Do you know what your expression is now?"
Chang Che chuckled, and without waiting for her to ask, he added: "It's like feeling guilty and nervous about being caught by your parents and falling in love early."
Qiong Ying pretended to hit him, but she didn't dare to use force. She muttered: "You will look better if you keep doing this!"
But he snatched the soup bowl from her hand and put it on the bedside table. He pulled her again, raised her face and kissed her seductively: "What are you afraid of? Sooner or later, she will be my Chang family's daughter-in-law. It's not too late for my mother to be happy.
"
"Keep talking nonsense," she said, pretending to hit him again.
But he curled his lips, arrogantly and proudly, with a half-hearted smile: "Can I understand that beating is pain, scolding, and love?" The next second, his hand rubbed her lips and looked at hers quietly.
Eyes, focused and affectionate: "I'm glad you can come."
"..."
"Never say to me that we will never see each other again. It's only three things!"
She looked at the handsome face of the man in front of her, suave, dignified, and serious in his eyes. She felt like she was being squinted, and her heart was wandering, falling into his whirlpool and unable to escape.
Is this good or bad?
She had no judgment at the moment.
"No..." After being confused for a long time, she suddenly shook her head, stepped back, and said in a panic: "Don't get me wrong, I, I just want to make sure you are okay, I don't want to make peace with you..."
"Fu, Qiong, Ying!"
She was interrupted before she could finish her words. Chang Che read her name solemnly, and then said angrily: "Will you die if you don't do it?"
"..."
She bit her lips and didn't answer, with a row of cute little teeth embedded deeply into Cherry's lower lip. Such tangled and stubborn movements made him feel overwhelmed. He was really not sure whether he could press her hard without causing injury.
Let me ravage you first before talking about it.
Suddenly, he shook his face and stopped looking at her.
His tone was also cold, with a hint of burning passion.
"Okay, you've seen this person, he's not dead yet! Get out of here right now!"
He raised his ears and didn't hear the footsteps, so he growled: "Either leave here right away and never see each other again; or stay here tonight and be my Chang Che's woman. I'm not a sloppy person, you decide for yourself!"