Zhiyun said: "Well, then go wash the cherries quickly."

Han Qingrang raised his hand to touch her hair, kissed her forehead, then turned around and took the cherries to wash.

Freshly squeezed orange juice was in a glass bottle. It was indeed freshly squeezed and still warm. Zhiyun took a cup and poured herself a glass.

Smell it, then take a sip.

She licked her lower lip contentedly, "It's sweet and sour, not too sweet. It's really delicious."

Because it is a little warm, the sourness and sweetness will be higher. Zhiyun thinks this level of sourness and sweetness is particularly suitable.

Han Qingrang brought over the washed cherries on a plate, picked one up with his fingertips, and fed it to Zhiyun's mouth, "Baby, open your mouth."

Zhiyun opened her mouth and bit the deep wine-red cherry.

The flesh was plump and juicy. Zhiyun ate several of them. When she wanted to eat more, Han Qing asked her to take the cherries away.

Zhiyun looked at him blankly.

He pointed at his face, and Zhiyun understood immediately. Then she leaned over, hugged Han Qingrang's neck, and kissed his chin and cheeks. "Is it true that if you sleep in the same bed with someone for a long time, you can read their mind by feeling?"

"Hmm?" He raised his eyebrows frivolously.

"I wanted to eat cherries, and I didn't even tell you a word, but you bought them for me. Can you read minds?" Her eyes were full of smiles.

Han Qingrang answered her: "Baby, you said you wanted to eat cherries in your dream, so I took note of it."

“…”

Zhiyun's expression froze for a moment, then she denied it: "Impossible, I don't think I would say what I want to eat in my dreams. I'm very particular about food."

"I guessed it." He lowered his head and gently touched the corner of her lips.

She had just drunk orange juice and eaten cherries, and the corners of her lips were sweet and fragrant.

Perhaps it wasn't enough for Han Qingrang, so he deepened it a little, but when he thought about the fact that he still had at least three months to endure, his ability to restrain himself began to collapse...

Only he knew that every night when she lay beside him, he used all his strength to restrain himself.

Zhiyun ate all the cherries on the plate.

Even I feel it’s not enough: “After coming to Amu Town, although I insist on keeping healthy and going to bed and getting up early every day, I rarely eat fruit. I think I must have not eaten fruit for too long.”

Han Qingrang hugged her from behind: "Let's go buy it together later."

"Doctor Han, well... you just indulge me. You should stop me. Eating too much will make me gain weight." While talking to him, Zhiyun felt that her voice had involuntarily become softer.

"How can fruit make you fat? Fruit doesn't."

"What if? I mean what if."

"Even if you get fat, you're still mine." He said, his tone full of dominance.

Zhiyun chuckled, thinking that his words were too sweet.

The two went out shopping together.

Whether it was Han Qingrang's meticulous care for her or her own relief, Zhiyun had a very happy time during this period.

Without any burden or constraints, simply being in the same place with him is what her heart desires.

The two went to the supermarket.

Han Qingrang walked in front of her and Zhiyun followed behind him. No matter what he bought or took, he always held her hand and never let go.

She could hardly look blindly. As soon as she saw Han Qingrang, she thought she liked it, and then she bought it. After buying it, he carried it, holding the shopping bag in one hand and holding her hand with the other.