"Um?"
Meng Sheng looked up and met his eyes, then smiled faintly, "Nothing, I just think... this decoration style is quite similar to yours."
Pei Sui was slightly stunned, thinking of the warm and elegant decoration of Meng Sheng's home, with several playful and casual oil paintings hanging on the wall.
These subtle details can reflect the mood and personality of the person who painted the picture.
After thinking about it casually, he inexplicably thought of Meng Sheng, whom he had seen on the marriage certificate before.
Pretty and gentle, with bright and brilliant light in her eyes.
She was also a princess who was raised with great care by the Meng family. It was reasonable for her to be innocent and lively.
When I come back to my senses and look at my own drab, cold and cold house, there is really no comparison.
He pursed his lips.
It was not difficult to understand the meaning of her words.
He has heard too many adjectives such as "cold", "indifferent", "taciturn" and "alien" since he was a child.
Twisting the thermometer with his slender fingers, he asked, "Do you feel better... or worse?"
When Meng Sheng heard this, a hint of surprise flashed across his face.
Was he referring to the decoration of the room, or was he referring to the implication of her words, whether his cold temperament was good or bad?
Seeing how serious and focused he looked, she opened her mouth.
He spoke carefully, "Everyone's personality, temperament, and hobbies are different, so everyone has their own way of doing things.
Take painters for example, some people only like one style throughout their lives, but how many artistic conceptions are there in art? They like, or are obsessed with that single style, but it does not mean that they do not like other styles.
As for abstract paintings, most people don't actually understand the deep meaning behind them.
But people who truly love art will not denounce a painting as messy and ugly just because they cannot appreciate its profound meaning. "
As she spoke, the curve of her lips deepened, and two soft lights flashed in her calm and beautiful almond-shaped eyes.
The stars hanging in the sky outside seemed to be dimmed in an instant.
Pei Sui suddenly twisted the thermometer with greater force.
His voice became a little hoarse. "Do you like it now?"
Do you like this decoration style?
Also, do you like... me?
Meng Sheng was stunned, and immediately caught a glimpse of burning fire bursting out from his eyes, which seemed to have the power to set the prairie on fire.
Instantly, she felt as if she was in a sea of fire, but she had nowhere to struggle and could only let her blood slowly boil.
In the end, the tense nerves and cells that were beating non-stop due to the fire all turned into a wisp of green smoke called "throbbing", which slowly floated in the air and could not find its way back.
This wave of implicit confession came unexpectedly.
It was like a cannonball, falling straight from the sky, and almost broke down the wall that Meng Sheng had built in his heart.
Her heart was beating uncontrollably, and a strange feeling was running through her body like an electric current.
Well, it can't be denied.
At this moment, her heart was indeed... confused because of his words and his heavy gaze.
Do you like it?
She asked herself this question over and over again in her mind.
But it seems that there is no answer.
Her initial feelings towards Pei Sui were more like friends who helped each other, but what about now?
Maybe there are changes, but...
She struggled hard and struggled to break free from the shackles of marriage.
But the aftertaste of despair and pain still lingered in various parts of her body, and she couldn't ignore it.
Now, the hurdle of marriage is behind the wall she has built in her heart.
Even if the city wall collapses, the hurdle will still be there.
To put it in simple terms, "Once bitten by a snake, you will be afraid of ropes for ten years."
That's ridiculous.
She once longed for a beautiful love and marriage. After all, with her parents as a loving example, how could she not fantasize about it? Wasn't she passionate about it?
But in the end, what did she get?
The reason why I am always timid, hesitant, and unable to open my heart is that I have not been able to do so.
All of these were caused by the defeated Yu Qionghua and Shang Boyu mother and son.
During the silence between the two, Pei Sui caught a glimpse of the momentary distraction in her eyes.
Is this... distraction?
Were you distracted by his serious and earnest confession?
The road to chasing my wife seems a bit far.
He pulled the corners of his lips helplessly, and couldn't help thinking, she had just divorced not long ago, was he being too hasty by doing this?
When she hadn't sorted out the tangle of twine, his unprovoked attack would more easily disrupt her rhythm.
Can……
Matters of the heart are like an unsolvable math problem. Apart from writing the word "solution" next to it, he couldn't seem to find or sort out any other thoughts.
His eyes moved from her face to the object in her hand, and he naturally changed the subject, "Is this medicine for reducing fever?"
Meng Sheng's thoughts, which were immersed in a swamp, were suddenly pulled ashore by this clear and deep voice.
I stared at her blankly, and when I opened my mouth, I inexplicably felt a bit of sourness in my mouth.
It may be because of entanglement, hesitation, or because you cannot see clearly the restlessness in your own heart.
"Yes, I've checked the production date. However, this is the only antipyretic medicine we have at home. I'll just take it together with the anti-inflammatory medicine I brought back from the hospital last night.
I also brought two ice patches, which can help you cool down physically later. Take your temperature first, and I'll get you some warm water..."
As she spoke, she walked towards the kitchen and suddenly remembered, "By the way, it's not good to take medicine on an empty stomach. Do you need to eat something before taking the medicine?"
Pei Sui nodded gently, "Yes. There are ingredients in the refrigerator. I'll take your temperature and come over..."
"Please sit down first. Can I go check the refrigerator?"
Meng Sheng interrupted him.
Pei Sui paused and responded, "Yeah."
Meng Sheng smiled faintly and went straight into the kitchen.
Unlike her home, Pei Sui's kitchen was not warm and cozy. There were obvious signs of fire, but there was still no smell of smoke.
It's very deserted.
The items in the refrigerator are quite complete and well organized, including some drinks and water, some fruits and vegetables, as well as bread and eggs. Everything is in good order.
Meng Sheng was just about to take out the eggs when Pei Sui came over.
His voice was a little deep. "Since we are going to make breakfast, make two servings."
Meng Sheng looked sideways at him, without any pretense or embarrassment, and nodded in agreement, "Okay."
She was not a good cook, but she fried two eggs, some bacon and ham slices, and cooked two bowls of clear soup noodles.
A simple breakfast is ready.
The thermometer shows thirty-nine degrees four.
This is considered a high fever.
After breakfast, Pei Sui broke out in a cold sweat and became more alert.
He went back to his room and changed his clothes, and Meng Sheng said he wanted to see the wound on his arm.
Is there any redness, swelling, bleeding or anything?
Pei Sui looked at her deeply, then took off his clothes with one hand.
He was wearing another light-colored round-neck home suit. The wound was about seven or eight centimeters below his shoulder. It was difficult to roll up the sleeves and it was difficult to see clearly.
It is also easy to get wounded.
Meng Sheng was startled by his action of taking off his clothes and took two steps back involuntarily.
Pei Suifeng said calmly, "Let's see."
It sounded as if she was some reckless person who made some unreasonable demands on him.
This left him with no choice but to compromise.
“…”
Meng Sheng looked at him speechlessly and indescribably.
Noticing her gaze, Pei Sui raised his eyelids slightly and asked calmly, "What's wrong?"
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