Seeing her so excited, Fu Jingyu laughed out loud.

Qiao Shu also realized that he was too excited, touched his hair and smiled.

"It's true, though. You don't know that at our educated youth camp, we just cooked the rice and didn't care about the taste at all."

Qiao Shu couldn't help but explain himself.

Fu Jingyu nodded: "So what about you?"

Qiao Shu's eyes revealed confusion. What about her? What does it have to do with her?

"So what do you do when it's your turn to cook?"

Fu Jingyu explained it a little more clearly.

Qiao Shu pouted her red lips, a little embarrassed. "I can't even light a fire. When it was my turn to cook before, I asked Wang Huihui to help me. Anyway, she wanted me to give her food, so of course she was willing to help me cook."

She suddenly felt that she had just complained about other people's cooking being bad, but it turned out that she couldn't cook it at all. She felt like she had shot herself in the foot.

"oops."

Qiao Shu suddenly slapped her thigh hard, and her hand and thigh suddenly hurt.

"What are you doing?"

Fu Jingyu grabbed her hand and looked at her red palm.

"It's okay, I'm just too excited."

Qiao Shu quickly explained: "I remembered that I have to cook tomorrow, and I can't even light the fire. What should I do?"

She had a bitter face and shouldn't have looked down on them just now.

Fu Jingyu let Qiao Shu go when he saw that she was fine.

"Will you be able to get up tomorrow morning?"

He looked at Qiao Shu, his eyes full of uncertainty.

Qiao Shu thought about how he had to get up early tomorrow, and he felt like the sky was about to fall.

"I can't get up. I'm really miserable. I still have to cook tomorrow."

Fu Jingyu felt sorry for her distressed look. He reached out and touched the top of her head. "Okay, I'll give you an idea. Go to sleep tonight and silently chant 'Snail Girl, Snail Girl, Snail Girl' three times. Maybe tomorrow the Snail Girl will really come out to help you."

Qiao Shu curled his lips and took his hand off his head: "I am already an adult. I am eighteen years old. I am an adult, not eight years old. I won't believe it."

Fu Jingyu smiled but didn't explain.

Suddenly seeing the scars on her hands, I remembered what I had forgotten.

He grabbed Qiao Shu's hand and slowly moved closer to her.

"What are you doing?"

Qiao Shu stepped back in fear, her heart pounding.

Fu Jingyu may have taken a shower and changed out of the pale coat he wore in the morning. He was now wearing a rough black coat.

The masculine scent of Fu Jingyu and the smell of soap rushed straight into Qiao Shu's nose.

The smell was not bad at all, and Qiao Shu even greedily took a few more sniffs.

I don’t know what Fu Jingyu was going to do, but Qiao Shu didn’t resist and closed his eyes.

Then she suddenly felt a chill on her fingertips. She opened her eyes and saw Fu Jingyu half-kneeling on the ground applying medicine to her.

He applied the medicine to her carefully and earnestly. Qiao Shu's heart was pounding and she didn't dare to look at Fu Jingyu.

Looking at this incredibly handsome face from such a close distance, her heart almost jumped out of her chest.

He is really handsome, with sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, sexy and charming thin lips, and a pair of eyes as black as ink.

Qiao Shu felt like there was a little rabbit in his heart, about to jump out.

Fu Jingyu applied the medicine to her and looked up to see Qiao Shu looking at him obsessively: "Why are you looking at me like that, huh?"

His voice was low and seductive.