Chen Lu smiled and stepped aside to make room for the girl, saying, "Go take a shower quickly later, and don't catch a cold."
"I'll take care of you today, and you can take care of me when I catch a cold, okay?"
As Liang Zhirou spoke, she hung the clothes on the coat rack in the entryway. She actually missed the time when she had a fever and Chen Lu took care of her.
That extraordinary sense of security made her feel that even being sick was a happy thing.
"Why wait until you have a cold if you want me to take care of you?" Chen Lu asked curiously. They couldn't really take turns taking care of each other, could they? What's with this nested system?
"That seems to be true..."
Chen Lu curled the corners of his lips. "Love really does make people stupid."
Liang Zhirou turned around, gave a cute little snort, and looked at him defiantly.
"Have you gone stupid? Otherwise, how could you have caught a cold?"
"I didn't catch a cold on purpose." Chen Luqiang pretended to be calm and met Liang Zhirou's gaze, but his eyes had already secretly looked away.
"I know you didn't mean it."
As Liang Zhirou spoke, she went to the kitchen to boil water. Chen Lu watched her back and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
I was terrified. I thought they'd found out I'd been lying about faking a cold.
This simpleton has become smarter than you think; his tricks need to be updated as soon as possible.
The devil is always one step ahead of the saint; isn't that the same principle?
A short while later, Liang Zhirou came over with a kettle of hot water, looking at her phone as she walked.
"What are you doing? Be careful not to fall," Chen Lu said softly, sitting on the sofa wrapped in a blanket.
"I texted my mom, and she asked if I'd arrived yet..."
Liang Zhirou put away her phone, poured water for Chen Lu, and then plopped down on the sofa.
"I'm turning into a liar!"
The girl lay on the sofa, her beautiful, long legs kicking up and down a couple of times before she buried her face in a cushion and remained motionless.
Chen Lu reached out and poked Liang Zhirou's head, but the silly girl remained unresponsive, like a salted fish.
He is clearly trapped in deep guilt from which he cannot extricate himself.
“It takes time for a good child to go bad,” he said softly. “But you’ve improved very quickly. I bet it won’t be long before you dare to secretly get a marriage certificate with me without your aunt’s knowledge. Keep up the good work.”
"Stop talking...please, stop talking..." Liang Zhirou pleaded hurriedly, rolling around on the sofa twice like Sun Wukong hearing the golden headband, before continuing to lie on it.
However, Chen Lu noticed that the girl's ears, which had escaped from her hair, were gradually turning a blush.
He couldn't help but chuckle to himself, and reached out to tidy up the other person's somewhat disheveled hair.
After a while, Liang Zhirou finally finished her internal struggle, propped herself up on the sofa, and reached out to touch Chen Lu's forehead.
Then I was startled.
"Does he have a fever?"
She quickly stood up and frantically rummaged through the drawers, saying, "It's all my fault, it's all my fault. I was so nervous that I forgot about this..."
"Of course I took medicine as soon as I got a fever. Do you think everyone is as stupid as you?"
Chen Lu pulled the flustered girl back into his arms and rubbed his cheek against hers. Soon, the girl's face also became warm.
He couldn't help but complain, "Are you a steam engine? Your face can get as hot as mine."
Liang Zhirou pouted and didn't say anything, but gently bumped him with the back of her head in protest.
Don't you want people to be shy?
"It's a bit cold," Chen Lu suddenly shivered. "Why isn't there underfloor heating here?"
"It's probably because you have a fever. I don't usually see you complaining of feeling cold..."
As Liang Zhirou spoke, she turned around, draped the blanket over her back, and hugged Chen Lu.
A moment later, the two of them poked their heads out from under the blanket.
"Are you warmer now?" the girl asked softly, pressing Chen Lu down and holding him tightly.
"It's much warmer now, you're like a little heater."
"Does your mouth taste bitter? I'll wash some fruit for you later."
"I want to eat imported food."
Liang Zhirou hesitated for a moment before reacting, then gave Chen Lu a light, 'fierce' bite on the shoulder.
"Even when you're sick, you don't act properly..."
The girl's coquettish remark relieved me a little, at least indicating that Chen Lu wasn't in any particular discomfort.
This guy is really something. He looks listless and speaks with a tired tone, yet he still tries to take advantage of her.
She suddenly felt that she might be a rogue that Chen Lu would play for her for the rest of her life.
Although the bite didn't hurt or itch, Chen Lu still hissed politely.
He turned to look at the dark night outside, then at Liang Zhirou nestled against his chest, and a happy smile spread across his face.
All the loneliness and solitude I felt before vanished.
"Have you eaten?" Chen Lu asked.
Liang Zhirou gently shook her head, "No... I came back shortly after I got home."
"Let's make our own hot pot." Chen Lu suddenly remembered that he had stocked up on a lot of hot pot base. He was about to get up when the girl pressed him down again.
"Let's hug a little longer~"
"good."
Chen Lu patted the girl's back with his eyes closed, thinking to himself that anyone who didn't know better would think he was the one who was sick.
......
After lying there for nearly twenty minutes, Liang Zhirou finally let go of Chen Lu and ran to the kitchen to wash vegetables.
Chen Lu's head was spinning, and he wasn't in the mood to look at his phone, so he just wandered around the room.
He yawned and swayed as he walked to the balcony, intending to see what the cat was up to.
When he arrived, Duoduo was leaning on the balcony railing, quietly watching the night outside.
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