Her hair has not been cut since she woke up. It has grown a lot, probably to her waist. It is dark and smooth, and flows down her back like a waterfall.
Song Chen just felt his throat itchy and coughed lightly several times.
"Have you caught a cold?" Lin Lu asked.
His clothes were all wet just now, and he had been wearing them for so long. It is the easiest time to get wet in this season.
Song Chen was the worst. He shook his head pretentiously and said, "I don't know. My forehead is a little hot. Can you help me take a look?"
After changing her clothes, Lin Lu turned around and leaned on Song Chen to help him test the temperature of his forehead. When she reached out her hand, the man pulled her head down and launched a sneak attack.
Lin Lu knew that this was a trick played by this man, so he just let him do it.
After he had kissed her enough, she touched his forehead again and said, "You don't have a fever."
The head hasn't burned yet, but the body is already burning.
Song Chen held his hands together and smiled proudly, enjoying the feeling that Lin Lu was worried about him.
He also liked Lin Lu helping him with small things like massages, nail clipping, and ear cleaning. At that moment, he felt so itchy inside that he just wanted to lie down and let her do whatever she wanted to him.
"What a joke, can't you stand up?"
Lin Lu tied her hair up into a low bun. Two strands of hair on her forehead slipped down unruly. Lin Lu tucked them behind her ears, revealing her fair and beautiful cheeks.
Song Chen gave her a hand: "Pull me up."
Lin Lu patted his outstretched hand and said, "You're dreaming! Get up yourself. I'm going to go cook."
Song Chen tempted: "Pull your husband up and he will cook for you."
"Lulu is eating!"
Lin Lu spread his hands: "Wow, Mom is done."
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