Chapter 1707 (Old City) It's Like an Old Friend Returning

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It was like an old friend returning.

In the huge bedroom, the air conditioner was blowing cold air at a low speed. The person on the bed was lying carelessly, with one hand raised to cover his forehead. Sweat was still dripping on his cheek.

His complexion was also very pale and a little flushed.

Even his breathing was a little heavy. Obviously, he was having a fever.

Perhaps because of the discomfort, his eyebrows were tightly furrowed.

For a long time, he didn't relax.

Suddenly, a soft hand gently stroked his cheek.

Her hand was very warm and gentle.

A very familiar feeling.

Even in the illness, it did not damage the man's enchanting appearance at all, and because of the illness, he was less distant and indifferent.

A little more intimate.

The woman's hand gently wiped the sweat from his cheek.

Before he wiped half of it, his hand was held by someone.

The man did not open his eyes, but like a child, the corners of his dry mouth slowly curved up, as if with some complaints, and with some grievances in his jokes: "Xin Xiaochen, if you don't come again, you will really prepare to collect my body."

His eyes are very beautiful.

At least, Xin Chen has only seen such beautiful eyes in her life.

Too clear.

Too deep.

She will be seduced at first sight.

From then on, she can't let go.

The woman is very young, in her early twenties, with a head of black hair tied into a braid by her casually, and a few strands of hair fell down, lazy and playful.

She raised her hand and carefully wiped the sweat off his face.

While muttering and complaining; "How old are you? You still can't take care of yourself."

"If you are sick, you should drink more water, take medicine on time, eat three meals a day even if you have no appetite, and change your clothes when they are wet with sweat... Are you listening anymore?"

Xin Chen raised his hand helplessly and poked his cheek gently.

Seeing that he was looking at him with a smile, he felt that his previous painstaking advice was in vain.

"Also, my name is Xin Chen, not Xin Xiaochen. You are my father? Just change my name."

"I am not your father, I am your man." The man who was still sick just now seemed to have strength all of a sudden, sat up from the bed, hugged her waist like a rogue and refused to let go, rested his chin on her shoulder, and complained: "I'm hungry."

"..."Xin Chen sighed again.

In the end, he could only pat his head resignedly and gave a very pertinent evaluation: "Qin Gu, you are a loser."

A loser who can't even take care of himself.

Qin Gu smiled happily.

Following her to the kitchen, he watched her cook. Seeing her wearing an apron, cutting vegetables, boiling water, and cooking, he felt satisfied.

Actually, he wasn't hungry.

He just wanted to eat what she cooked.

So, he was willful again.

Qin Gu didn't even sit properly.

He sat backwards, holding the back of the chair.

Xin Chen turned around and saw that he was staring at her, and her cheeks turned slightly red: "Don't look at me."

"You are beautiful."

Qin Gu was so good at saying sweet words: "I have been looking at you for twenty years, and I am not tired of it."

Xin Chen's face turned red.

"Qin Gu, talk to me nicely."

She was really too low-level.

She was teased and blushed.

Well, it was miserable.

"I talked nicely." Qin Gu looked at her and smiled even more: "Xin Xiaochen, you make me like you very much."

Really.

I like you very much.

When I think of her, my heart is warm.

When I think of her, I feel that the world is blooming.