Chapter 310 A restless night

Then.

Song Ci fell asleep after taking the medicine.

Anting quietly left the room alone, walked to the bathroom, washed his hands, and then walked to the kitchen, planning to cook a pot of porridge.

Although I don’t know what time the guy will wake up, he must be prepared and the patient cannot go hungry.

When washing his hands, Anting looked at his hands and recalled the scene just now, which was always a little strange.

We have been together for two lifetimes, and we have never seen anything like this.

Sorry, this scene... is really rare.

At this moment, Naite came up from downstairs. Just as he barked, Anting stopped him when he came back to his senses. He made a hushing gesture to indicate silence.

"Stop barking! Your master is sick."

"Woof~"

It may be a common trait of the breed, or it may be an individual personality. Naite has such a good temper. This is the first time Anting has seen such a docile animal.

"What a good dog..."

Anting rubbed Naite's dog's head and poured him some dog food.

It depends on the situation.

Naite, sometimes eats human leftovers; sometimes eats dog food.

This guy is not picky about food. Today there are no leftovers suitable for him at home, so he eats dog food.

By the time Anting finished cooking the porridge, it was already ten o'clock at night. He walked into the room and looked at Song Ci. The latter was still sleeping. He touched his forehead and found that the fever had subsided.

An Ting breathed a sigh of relief.

Originally, I wanted to wake Song Ci up, but after thinking about it, I gave up and let her sleep for a while. It’s winter, so if the porridge is cold, you can reheat it. There’s no rush.

In the dim room on the third floor, just turning on the yellowed desk lamp, the cold moonlight slipped in from the window and reflected on the girl's face.

As he watched, the young man could not help but recall the scene just now.

The dangerous things in my heart were awakened again.

Looking back on all the heart-pounding moments in Eternal Moon, you still come out on top.

The next second, Anting looked at the stars and moon outside the window, feeling a little dazed - his high school career was about to end. He promised Song Ci not to fall in love for three years in high school, but the three-year period has come. Should we make a choice?

That flower.

…

It’s half past eleven at night.

Song Ci woke up from her sleep, first glanced at the alarm clock, and then touched her forehead.

The fever has subsided and I feel much better. I slowly sit upright in bed. My whole body is soaked with sweat, including my hair, which is sticky and exudes a faint scent of sweat.

Then.

She touched her butt immediately, recalling what happened a few hours ago, she was still very embarrassed.

How embarrassing.

I was so sick that I couldn’t even take medicine.

I regret it so much, I should have known better.

Since moving back to the small town, Song Ci has almost never gotten sick.

She is a sensible and precocious girl. She knows that her mother is the only one at home and she is very busy at work. She is afraid of causing trouble to her mother. Once there are signs of a cold or fever, she will immediately adjust her body to prevent further deterioration. .

I don’t dare to say that I never get sick, but I only know a lot about traditional Chinese medicine.

Since I moved into Bauhinia Street, I have felt much more relaxed.

To use a second-grade saying, it means that I have become weaker.

But...it’s not annoying.

If you can be weak, who wants to be strong?

She looked left and right, looking for the boy's figure. He was not in the room. She looked at the light shining in from the living room. He should be there.

She got out of bed, put on her slippers, and tiptoed out.

As expected.

In the huge living room on the third floor, the lights were on. An Ting was sitting on the sofa and fell asleep, while Naite was on the ground. It was such a peaceful scene.

I have always said that Anting is a very fierce-looking person, but when he is asleep, he looks very good-looking, with a good-looking face, long eyelashes, and a straight nose.

No wonder so many girls like it.

Song Ciqing couldn't help but take out her phone, took a photo of Anting, and set it as a screensaver.

The blurrier the pixels are, the truer the emotions.

Hundreds of thousands of pixels are true emotions, while tens of millions of pixels are all false emotions.

Ever since she was left behind by Anting during the summer vacation between her first year of high school and her second year of high school, the girl with long black hair and straight hair has become more and more aware of her feelings for the boy, but has been unable to take that step.

A large part of the reason is that she does not have the courage to break this balance.

As the older sister, he and I, as the younger brother, are always a little insurmountable.

　There are also some barriers to perfectionism.

I always feel that this boy is my fault.

Whether it is life or studies, Song Ci is a person who makes no mistakes. Faced with this mistake, he has no clue. He has been avoiding it for more than a year.

Perhaps as the middle school period was coming to an end, Song Ci realized that she could no longer escape and should tell him her feelings after the college entrance examination.

It’s time to decide the winner.

Just when Song Ci thought of this, he walked forward lightly and sat next to the young man.

A secret kiss on the cheek should be fine.

The young man’s face gradually came closer, and just when he was about to touch it, Anting woke up from his sleep and looked at Song Ci with unclear eyes.

　“What are you doing?”

　Now... I’m embarrassed.

Song Ci had a confused feeling like being a bad boy who was arrested on the spot, blushing and at a loss.

"I..."

As a rationalist, Song Ci is very good at justifying himself. He was about to blurt out a reason when he thought of it.

Unexpectedly.

An Ting suddenly frowned and said first: "Song Ci, although I caused you to have a fever, there is no need to retaliate against me like this. You actually want to infect me... It's terrible."< br />
Hmm.

To a certain extent, part of the reason why Song Ci suddenly had a fever was caused by the youth.

Now Anting misunderstood and thought that this girl deliberately approached him while he was asleep, hoping to infect him.

Hearing this, Song Ci was startled at first, and then followed the trend and said: "Hmph, who told you to pour water on me and let's catch a cold together."

"Bad woman ."

"Giggle, it's a bad sister."

Maybe the boy and the girl were making a lot of noise, which woke up the girl.

On a winter night, Anjia, which was originally quiet, suddenly became lively.

After a while of fussing, Song Ci’s stomach growled. Anting quickly went to the kitchen on the second floor to heat up the cooked porridge.

Song Ci went to the bathroom.

Upon seeing this, Anting reminded: "No bathing is allowed for the time being!"

The fever has only subsided for a while, so you cannot take a bath so quickly, as it is easy to have a fever again.

Anting also knows this girl. She has mysophobia.When you are covered in stinky sweat, you probably want to take a shower.

　"Oh, you bastard! I understand, I'm not a child. I'll change into clean clothes, wipe myself, wash my face, and brush my teeth. Is that okay?"

In a sober state, Song Ci could not accept going to bed like this.

　"Yeah."

　Twelve o'clock in the morning.

An Ting and Song Ci, who was wearing winter pajamas, were sitting in the living room on the second floor, watching TV and drinking porridge.

After eating, Song Ci saw Anting going to the bathroom and asked: "What are you doing?"

The young man looked back casually and said calmly: "I'll help You washed your underwear, underwear and socks."

"Ah...you!?"

"Song Ci has always been responsible for these things herself, and all underwear is washed by hand. And you can't rely on others. How can you let a boy wash it for you?

Hearing this, Anting still said calmly: "You just have a fever, not a cold. Plus the weather is so cold. I'll do it tonight. Don't touch the water and don't work too hard."< br />
"Hmm..."

Seeing that the long, straight black girl was still a little nervous, Anting simply said with a sigh of relief: "You are so shy, I will feed you medicine." "

Upon hearing this, Song Ci's pretty face turned red and her anus tightened - what kind of medicine was this for me?

　“Forget! That! Thing!”

　Every word is filled with murderous intent.

Song Ci really regretted it. Regardless of whether she liked Anting or not, if she was asked to choose again, she would never allow that to happen.

Even if it’s someone you like, that kind of thing is very perverted.

I would rather have my butt poked ten times with a needle than that happen.

An Ting also felt that the matter was difficult to talk about and very dangerous. He did not continue to tease him. He hit his forehead in the air, smiled cheerfully, and said: "Well, I forgot, tonight Nothing happened."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" Song Ci turned into a ruthless nodding machine.

In desperation, Song Ci asked Anting to wash her clothes.

Maybe you feel embarrassed and have nothing to do.

When the boy was washing his underwear in the bathroom, Song Ci did not go back to the room or stay in the living room. Instead, he leaned against the bathroom door and looked at the boy quietly.

I originally thought it would be awkward to ask a boy to clean my underwear, but now I feel a sense of accomplishment.

Taming Anting is a very fulfilling thing.

"The minister under the skirt" turns out to be this meaning.

"Why do you look so proud?"

Upon hearing the boy's joke, Song Ci's voice was still hoarse, but she couldn't hide her pride and said: " Well, thanks to my strict discipline over the past two years, it seems that you have grown into a good man."

"Idiot, I don't wash you every day, but only tonight."
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Good man Anting. Limited to tonight.

"Pfft... Anting, do you still remember what I said in the third grade of junior high school - I want to train you to be a good man, and your other half will be grateful to me in the future."

It should be what I said when I was in the third grade of junior high school.

In the blink of an eye, it has been a long time.

"Well... I did say something similar." While speaking, Anting squeezed the water out of his underwear.

The next second, Song Ci lowered her eyes and muttered to herself at a volume that only she could hear: "I regret it a little bit, and I am reluctant to give you up to others."

　“What are you talking about?”

　“Nothing, I just suddenly remembered that the Chinese New Year is coming soon. Have you bought new clothes?”

　Well, I didn’t buy it this year.”

Aunt Song helped me buy it the year before last and last year.

Aunt Song seems to have other things to do this year and has forgotten this matter, and Anting himself doesn't care about new clothes or anything.

"Want... to go shopping together?"

"Well, when?"

"Tomorrow... Anyway, if you have a little cold, it's okay. I really want to learn."

An Ting thought for a moment and replied: "Fat man will come back tomorrow night. You can go shopping in the afternoon. I'll call Bao Weiwei, Qiao Liang and Gao Fei."

What the young man didn’t expect was that Song Ci scratched his red cheeks and said, “Stop shouting, it’s just the two of us. Anyway, the new year is coming, and there are so many people on the street. It’s inconvenient for two people to move together. Just right."

"Well, that's okay!"

In any case, this restless night is finally over.