Then I found myself sleeping in a bright room with a big and warm bed, not a dark and cold cell.
At this time, Sang Li opened the door and came in, holding a bowl of porridge in her hand.
"How do you feel?" he asked with a smile.
Misha stood up and said, "I'm fine."
Sang Li walked over, put the porridge on the bedside table, and reached out to touch her forehead. Misha avoided it reflexively: "What are you doing?"
Sang Li chuckled and said, "You had a fever last night. Let me see if your fever has gone away."
"I'm fine." Misha said energetically.
"Let me check." Sang Li touched her forehead firmly to make sure that she was really fine, and then she felt relieved, "You are hungry, eat something."
He handed her the bowl.
Misha was indeed hungry. She took it and took a bite. She felt that the porridge tasted very good.
"You did it?"
"Of course." Sang Li was very proud.
Misha looked down upon her: "The rice you made for me tastes so bad, how could you make the porridge so delicious?"
Sang Li's eyes lit up: "You think it's delicious?"
"Compared with the food you cook, it's delicious."
Sang Li was depressed: "Is the food I cook so bad?"
"I don't see you enjoying it yourself."
Sang Li stopped talking, because the food he cooked was indeed terrible.
"Although I can't cook, I can make porridge. Anyway, I have a rice cooker. Just add rice and water according to the instructions. The boss said that adding two pieces of ginger will make it taste better when cooked, so I added two pieces of ginger. It tastes better.
It’s really different.”
Misha: "I finally understand why you are not the boss but the second child."
Sang Li was puzzled, "Why?"
"Because you are not as good as your boss in everything."
"You're so offensive..." Sang Li squatted in the corner and drew circles sadly with a bulging face.
Misha ate and threw the bowl to him. Sang Li caught it in a hurry.
"Be careful if it breaks."
"Anyway, thank you for the porridge. Can you please go out first? I want to take a bath." Misha lifted the quilt and got out of bed, stepping on the floor with her bare feet.
Sang Li suddenly said: "I didn't prepare a change of clothes for you."
Misha frowned, and then she said calmly: "I can wear your clothes."
Sang Li was about to have a nosebleed: "Mine?"
"Well, just give me some of your short-sleeved shirts and pants."
"You don't mind wearing my clothes?" Sang Li was so flattered.
Misha asked back: "Why should I mind, as long as I have something to wear."
"Okay, I'll get it for you right now." Sang Li smiled evilly and immediately went to look for his clothes.
Soon, he brought a white short-sleeved shirt and a pair of sweatpants to her.
"Hey, I just don't have any underwear for you to wear." Sang Li said with emotion.
Misha was happy: "If you have one, I wouldn't mind becoming your sister."
Sang Li: "..."
"I'll buy it for you!" After saying this, he strode away.
A good person should do his best. Anyway, I lent her the clothes, so why not buy some for her?
Misha smiled and went to the bathroom to wash up.
She bathed quickly to avoid the wound becoming infected if it took too long.
After washing, she put on Sang Li's short-sleeved shirt, but suddenly found that his short-sleeved shirt was too long and too wide.
When worn on her body, it covered her thighs.
By the way, she's not short either.
I can only say that Sang Li is too tall.
Misha wasn't wearing his sweatpants, mainly because there was nothing underneath her.