Chapter 24 Have we met somewhere before?

"I drink it myself..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he found that his voice was already hoarse. Sheng Ting turned a deaf ear to him and continued to feed him the soup one spoonful at a time.

Putting down the bowl, he touched Chu Shuang's forehead and went to the bathroom to get a warm towel to apply to her.

He did all these things in an orderly and silent manner without saying much.

After drinking the brown sugar bird's nest tea, her eyelids gradually became heavy and she fell asleep without knowing it. In a daze, she felt a hand reaching into the quilt and putting something warm on her lower abdomen. Gradually, the pain in her lower abdomen began to ease.

Her slightly frowned brows slowly relaxed, and her delicate face finally showed some color. Sheng Ting lowered his eyes and watched quietly, not knowing what he was thinking.

This sleep was not very restful. Chushuang woke up once in the middle of the night, and Shengting was still guarding beside the bed.

In the halo of the setting sun lamp by the bed, the man frowned slightly, his eyelashes and nose bridge cast shadows, and he was checking the electronic thermometer in his hand.

From Hatsushimo's perspective, the light perfectly outlined his superior facial features, with a sharp jaw, tightly pursed thin lips, and perfectly contoured bridge of nose.

Behind him, the room was dark and silent, with only the lone lamp by the bed framing the two of them in the same picture.

Looking at the profile, Chu Shuang didn't blink for a long time. She couldn't tell whether she was awake or confused. But one thing was very clear - her heart just ached.

In those two fleeting seconds, the sourness and slight suffocation that passed through my heart made all my reactions slow.

Squinting his eyes to ease the discomfort, Chu Shuang stared at the face without blinking, breathing slightly faster.

The familiar feeling I had felt before was stronger than ever before, even to the point of twitching my nerves.

A gray picture deep in my memory is about to emerge, and some parts begin to overlap with what is in front of me.

Perhaps her gaze was too scorching; the man raised his eyebrows and saw the red corners of her eyes.

"We," Hatsushimo looked into his calm eyes and spoke word by word, "Is it somewhere..."

Seen it.

I don't know why, but my throat tightened and my eyes became moist when I got to the end.

Sheng Ting saw everything she did and put his hand over her eyes. "It's not dawn yet, go back to sleep."

The voice was slow, magnetic and soothing. Chu Shuang felt like a switch was turned on, and the little bit of consciousness she had left disappeared. A second before she fell into chaos, a tear slid from the corner of her eye and was taken away by the man's fingers.

It was a bright morning after a snowy day. Chu Shuang woke up and was stunned for a moment. This was not her bedroom.

When I looked at the quilt on my body, it was a high-grade gray, clearly belonging to Sheng Ting's room.

Just as I was dazed, the door was pushed open and Sheng Ting came in with breakfast. "Are you awake?"

"Yeah." Hatsushimo pulled the quilt and sat up, "Why am I here?"

After arranging the breakfast items one by one and handing her the red bean and barley porridge, Sheng Ting raised his lips and said, "The floor heating in your room is broken, and you didn't close the window properly last night. The room is like an ice cellar."

"original."

She drank a lot of wine before going to bed, and was caught in the cold wind at night. In addition, her menstrual period came suddenly, so she fell ill all of a sudden and caused him a lot of trouble last night.

"I didn't drink too much on purpose. I only drank about three glasses. The rest was spilled on the ground when I accidentally knocked it over."

Remembering his stern expression last night when he thought she had finished all the wine, Chu Shuang felt it necessary to explain.

"Three cups is not enough?" Sheng Ting asked calmly, "You can't even remember what day it is?"

"It's ahead of schedule," Hatsushimo lowered her head, "It's still a few days away."

Who knew it would come early this time? Her menstrual period has always been difficult, but it has been a long time since she felt such pain as this time.

"You used to be like this?"

"No." Hatsushimo shook her head, "I don't drink during special times."

Sheng Ting glanced at her slightly fluttering eyelashes, "I'm asking, were your menstrual periods this severe before?"

Hatsushimo paused. "When I was a teenager, it was very serious. I often rolled over in pain. My family often bought Chinese medicine for conditioning. After entering university, it got better. But compared to most people, I still suffer a lot. The old Chinese doctors said that my constitution is..."

Sheng Ting: "Cold."

"Um."

"I will have someone renovate the side bedroom. You can stay in the master bedroom for the next few days."

Facing the clarity in his eyes, Chu Shuang pursed her lips and said, "Okay."

There were some faint dark circles under Sheng Ting's eyes. He had been taking care of her until so late last night, and he had been by her bedside for several times.

He had been on a business trip for many days and had to take care of her, a patient, all night long before he could get a good rest when he returned home. He had fully fulfilled his responsibilities as a husband by going so far in the marriage.

In fact, he could have just called someone to take care of her last night, but he still did it himself.

Perhaps there is not such a clear distinction between them. Sheng Ting is too introverted, but he is still gentle at heart.

"Thank you for taking care of me for so long last night." Chu Shuang's eyes were sincere, and she said this very seriously, "You are already tired from the journey, and I troubled you to take care of me for a whole night. I am sorry for the trouble."

Seeing the seriousness in her eyes, Sheng Ting said softly, "I hope this is the last time."

“Don’t get sick again.”

"Um."

After breakfast, Chu Shuang wanted to look for her cell phone. Sheng Ting asked her what she was going to do, and she said she wanted to take a leave from the company.

"I've asked for you."

"Huh? How do you know which group I'm in?"

Sheng Ting: "I called Sheng Yang, his people will handle it."

This method is simple and efficient, but when employees ask for leave, does it require the boss to send a message to the department?

Doesn't that mean she's telling the people in the department that she has someone above her?

Seeing her complicated expression, Sheng Ting asked doubtfully, "What's wrong?"

Hatsushimo curled her lips and said, "Nothing, thank you."

"I've given you three days' leave. Take a good rest at home."

"Three days?"

"Too little?"

Chu Shuang paused for a moment, "Okay, then this week went by pretty fast."

It's great to work two days and then have the weekend.

Sheng Ting handed over a baby warmer and said, "Stick to it."

Seeing Nuan Bao, Chu Shuang thought of the warmth she felt when she was half asleep last night, and the intense sadness and familiarity she felt when she was at her most vulnerable.

The man stood sideways in front of the window, steam coming out of the cup in his hand, and his eyes were looking into the distance, which was an endless white stretching from sky to earth.

The first snow in the north always falls heavily.

Looking closely at his outline, he has a straight back under his black shirt, the hem of his shirt is tucked into his trousers, revealing his long legs. The snowy scene sets off his cold features, and his demeanor is still there.

When did you meet him?

After drinking morning tea by the window, Sheng Ting turned around and met someone's gaze, "Want some tea?"

Hatsushimo coughed and said, "No."

"It's cold, sleep a little longer."

The man collected the dishes and left the room.

Chu Shuang was in a daze at the head of the bed for a while, then he pulled the quilt over and lay down, taking a deep breath. The tip of his nose was filled with a cool fragrance, a scent that belonged only to him.

Pulling the quilt over her nose, she looked at the ceiling with her eyes blinking, feeling a little warm in her heart.

Not long after, there was a rustling sound outside the door. I turned my head and looked sideways - it was the golden retriever.

“It’s you.”

The golden retriever trotted in, wagging its tail as it looked at her by the bed. Its front legs vaguely hooked the sheets, as if it was about to jump onto the bed.

"No," Hatsushimo refused, "You will lose your hair. This is someone else's bed. Don't be naughty."