Chapter 1951 So You Like Me?

Looking at her movements, Rong Chen frowned slightly.

The two were silent one after another, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

A few seconds later, Rong Chen finally came to his senses, reached out and touched the tip of his nose, turned around uncomfortably, and said, "I'll go find you a Band-Aid."

Jun was ashamed and annoyed when he saw it, and he didn't even dare to look at him.

Under her knife-like gaze, Rong Chen calmly handed her the band-aids: "Is five enough?"

"Let...let it go, you turn around." Jun nodded and motioned to the coffee table.

Rong Chen obeyed obediently, but it was rare that he also turned around.

He really didn't realize it.

After all, I haven't heard of using Band-Aids as that...

She just said that she felt distressed, and he only thought that she missed Xu Yuankai again, but he didn't expect that she didn't mean it that way.

It wasn't until she was pulled out of the bathroom by him and she protected her chest that he suddenly understood.

Jun Liao picked up the Band-Aid and ran into the bedroom to protect the airport.

Immediately, I looked in the mirror and felt that I was not exposed anymore, so I felt a little more comfortable.

But even if she is at ease, she dare not go out to see Rong Chen again.

That scene is really embarrassing just thinking about it...

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Paralyzed on the bed, Jun Liao looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar roof, and gradually calmed down.

It's still the same here, clean and tidy.

But it doesn't make people feel very cold.

She closed her eyes lightly, her eye sockets a little pantothenic.

This place is really bigger than the utility room in Xu's house.

There is no longer the feeling that even the air is turbid. Thinking back to the past two months at Xu's house, Jun Liao felt like he had fallen into a quagmire.

Dirty.

She couldn't help thinking that if she stayed there any longer, she would probably gradually become like them.

The whole body exudes the rotten and dirty smell of the soul, which makes people sick.

Jun Liao gently closed his eyes.

It's great, the bed is so soft and smells so clean, I can have a good night's sleep.

Before she could fall asleep, Rong Chen knocked on the door, and then gently opened the door.

Jun Liao sat up holding the quilt.

Rong Chen turned on the bedside lamp, and handed her ginger soup: "Drink it."

Jun Liao looked up at the contents of the bowl, looked up at Rong Chen and whispered: "I don't like ginger."

"Then you like me?" Rong Chen asked lightly.

Without waiting for Jun to reply before replying, he took a spoonful of ginger soup and brought it to her mouth, and said in a warm voice, "Be obedient."

The dark night, the warm orange halo, a small bedroom, a warm man, and a bowl of ginger soup exuding a faint heat.

Jun Liao's eye sockets were sore for no reason, and the tears came to his eye sockets in just a moment.

How ridiculous she was, she broke up with her brother because of the so-called illusory love, left Rong Chen's place, and plunged into that stinky ditch.

Rong Chen's concern made her feel annoyed and ashamed, but she couldn't stop crying.

Jun Liao sniffed, reached out to take the spoon, poured the soup from the spoon into the bowl, and then drank it down in one gulp.

"Ahem..."

The ginger soup entered the stomach, and the stomach suddenly warmed up.

It doesn't seem to be as bad as imagined.

At the same time, Jun Liao's tears fell all at once, sour and astringent.

Rong Chen looked at her and said nothing, Jun Liao looked up at him with his small face, and explained softly: "It's ginger... Jiang... It's too spicy."

Rong Chen didn't poke her, he patted her head, and said softly, "Next time, change to something less spicy."

"Is there any non-spicy ginger?" Jun asked.

Rong Chen thought for a while: "Then make ginseng and lily soup."