"I finished it."
Soon, Yang Mi finished the ginger soup in her bowl. She placed the small bowl on the coffee table and looked up at Chen Luo.
Her beautiful eyes were filled with gentleness.
"You finished it so quickly? Isn't it a little bitter?"
Chen Luo raised his eyebrows when he saw that his cousin had finished drinking so quickly.
"It's not bitter. It's very sweet."
Subconsciously, Yang Mi shook her head.
These were her true thoughts. She really felt that the ginger soup she had just drunk was very sweet.
Swoosh!
However, Chen Luo's expression became a little strange after hearing her words.
Sweet ginger soup?
Could it be that his cousin was talking nonsense because she had caught a cold and had a fever?
Chen Luo raised his hand and touched Yang Mi's forehead.
It was cool and smooth to the touch.
It felt good.
Buzz.
Feeling the sudden warmth of the man on her forehead, Yang Mi was stunned for a moment.
A moment later, her delicate face suddenly turned red.
"I don't have a fever."
Chen Luo had already removed his hand. He didn't think too much and spoke directly to Yang Mi.
"How do you feel now?？”
"It's…It's still alright."
Yang Mi's face was red. Even though Chen Luo had already removed his hand, the warmth on her forehead still lingered, causing Yang Mi's heart to suddenly throb.
"Still alright?"
However, Chen Luo frowned when he heard Yang Mi's words.
After all, to be able to say that ginger soup was sweet, it didn't look good.
"Sister Mi, are you really having a fever?”
Beside him, Dilareba also spoke.
She had drunk ginger soup before and knew that it tasted a little bitter. But now, Sister Mi said that it was very sweet. This…
"I don't have a fever. I said something wrong just now. It's actually a little bitter.”
Seeing Chen Luo and Dilareba looking at her, Yang Mi suppressed the throbbing in her heart and said.
After saying that, he saw that Chen Luo and Dilareba still wanted to talk, so he quickly changed the topic.
"It's already late. What do you want to eat?？”
Although she was asking about them, Yang Mi's gaze was on Chen Luo.
"I'm fine with anything."
Chen Luo said. He was not picky about what he ate.
Anything?
But when she heard Chen Luo's words, Yang Mi felt a little awkward. What should she eat?？
"Why don't we go eat crayfish?"
Dilareba suggested excitedly. When it came to food, it was her field of expertise. After all, she was Fatty Di.
"Chen Luo, what do you think?"
After Yang Mi heard this, she did not nod in agreement. Instead, she looked at Chen Luo first.
"Sure."
Chen Feng thought for a moment and nodded.
"Alright, then let's go eat crayfish.”
Seeing this, Yang Mi immediately decided.
Yang Mi stood up from the sofa.
"Wait, I'll put the bowl in the kitchen.”
Chen Luo picked up the bowl of ginger soup and walked toward the kitchen.
Behind him, Yang Mi and Dilareba were looking at Chen Luo's back.
"Sister Mi, to be honest, you're really lucky to have a cousin like Chen Luo.”
Dilareba stared straight at Chen Luo's back as she spoke.
Was he happy?
Perhaps.
Hearing Dilareba's words, Yang Mi's beautiful eyes subconsciously lowered a little, her expression difficult to read.
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