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After chatting for a while, Ming Xuemei saw that it was already ten-thirty, so she asked Gu Zi, "You should go back. You still have to work tomorrow."

Gu Zi asked but didn't want to disturb her rest. He stood up and said, "Alright, then I'll leave first. I'll come back to see you tomorrow."

Ming Xue Mo waved her hand, "You don't have to come every day." She had a cold, not the kind of cancer you'd miss at a glance. Besides, Aunt Yun was not absent every day.

"No." Gu Zi thought that she was afraid that it would be too troublesome for him to go back and forth, so he insisted, "I'm also responsible for this matter. Before you leave the hospital, I'll come over every day."

Ming Xue Mo couldn't win against him, and she seemed to be a bit hesitant in her heart. She didn't want him to come, but she also wanted her to.

With an "oh", she instructed him, "Drive carefully."

"Got it." He also warned her, "Stop reading and go to sleep early."

Mingmei waved goodbye.

Gu Ziwen turned around and left in a natural and unrestrained manner.

When his figure disappeared outside the door, Mingxue realized that the thermos pot he brought with him had not been taken away. Although this HelloKitty thermos pot looked like a girl's item, there were a few classmates who were on good terms with her and didn't have the time to visit her. How was she supposed to explain this unknown item to Aunt Yun?

It was better to call Gu Zi back and let him take him away.

Ming Xue Mo lifted the quilt and got off the bed. She kicked on her slippers, took the thermos and walked outside.

She had just reached the door when she remembered that he had forgotten something and had come back. The moment he pushed open the door, her small body crashed into him. He pursed his lips and laughed, teasing, "It's just a bowl of red pig soup. Just a little touching will do. No need to throw yourself into my arms."

Ming Xue Mo already didn't know how many times she blushed in front of him, but because she was experienced, even though she felt a bit shy, she could still scold him sharply: "Didn't you say the heavens are fair? Why are you not good at studying, your memory is not good enough?"

"…" Gu Zi asked in embarrassment as he pointed at her. "This is what I call being kind and not getting back at you."

Ming Xue's eyebrows curved, "It's not that we don't want to report, it's not time yet." She would take note of what he had done to her, and leave it for the future to repay.

Gu Ziwen intentionally shivered. "Why do you sound like you're seeking revenge on me?"

Ming Xue Mo smiled but didn't say anything.

Gu Zi didn't even try to joke around with her anymore. "Let's go. See you tomorrow."

Mingmei handed him the thermos and said, "Good night."

Gu Zi asked as he accepted it. "Good dream."

Ming Xue Mo watched him enter the elevator before closing the door. She returned to her bed, but there was no sleepiness, and she did not have the mood to read books. There seemed to be some indescribable thoughts slowly fermenting in her heart, and she knew that these thoughts arose from Gu Zi's question, but she still did not understand what it meant.

Then, that night, she fell asleep again … In her mind's eye she saw him holding her back against the coffee he had spilled on her; he held her by the arm as he walked down the rough road; he held her against his chest against the dark and violent scenes; he said obsequiously, "You deserve it, Gouzi!" The picture of him waving at her with one hand on the window; the image of him patiently tearing open her dress; the image of him doing all the work for her; the image of him holding her hand; the image of him blocking the rain for her; the image of him feeding her soup … These scenes repeated in her mind over and over again, over and over again …

The next night, Gu Zi Wen waited for Gu Si to fall asleep before heading to the hospital to visit Ming Xue Mo. Of course, the prerequisite for him to be able to see her was that Mingxue had already sent Aunt Yun back. Furthermore, her reason for leaving Aunt Yun was different than the night before. Last night, she had wanted Aunt Yun to have a good rest, but today … Most of it was to ask Gu Zi.

This feeling of wanting someone else was a bit shy, but it was also very joyful …

This time, Gu Zi asked for Ming Xue Mo to bring the liver soup.

Ming Xue Mo never ate any internal organs. When he opened the lid of the thermos, she would shake her head when she smelled the smell of pig liver.

Gu Zi started to criticize her after he asked, "With how picky you are, whoever marries you after you grow up will be really annoying. You can't even cook."

Ming Xue Mo glared at him, unconvinced. In her heart, she began a fierce battle of thoughts with the theme "Can you bear with it?"

True point of view: endure it, whoever does not have this kind of stinky disease, she is picky about food, like to do what.

Opposites point of view: cannot endure, although victory or defeat is a common occurrence, but how can she be because of a bowl of pig liver soup he looked down on her!

True point of view: you have to be careful when you try to win...

On the contrary, how can we face rebirth if we don't put our lives on the line...

In the end, Ming Xue Mo chose to face the adversity.

Grabbing the thermos, he scooped a bowl for himself and first took a sip of the soup. After confirming that the temperature was just right, he held the bowl in one hand and his nose in the other, gulping down the soup in one go.

Gu Ziquan looked at her in disbelief, the focus of his eyes widening … Last time, she had almost gotten a car accident after eating only one noodles with garlic. If this bowl of soup were to go down, would she be able to straight up her hair?

Old Tianming saw that he was just teasing her for a bit, he definitely didn't have any intention of forcing her onto a path of death.

After carefully observing her reaction, he unconsciously stretched out his hand towards the beeper beside the bed, preparing to call the doctor to rescue her at any time.

The clock on the wall ticked away, and Ming Xue Mo's face was still normal. She didn't look green or purple, nor did she spit out white foam. Gu Zi asked if she was going to explode, then he let out a breath of relief, "Do you need to be so bold?" He glanced at her with an expression of helplessness as he said, "Little girl, let me remind you once again. This is soup, not wine. This kind of depressing drinking method of yours is simply a waste of heaven's resources."

It was the first time that Ming Xue Mo used such a "bold and unrestrained" way to eat her food, but for something like the Pig Liver Soup, which she had never dabbled in before, she would definitely vomit if she wanted to taste it slowly. She also began to feel lucky that her rejection of the internal organs wasn't as strong as her rejection of garlic.

She proudly looked back at him and even wiped her mouth with her sleeve, as if she was really going to gulp down a big bowl of wine and eat a big piece of meat.

Gu Zi asked with admiration as he stuck out his two thumbs. "Another bowl?"

Even if she showed off, Ming Xue Mo still remembered to clearly weigh her weight. A bowl was already her limit, one more drop was enough to take her life.

Sayno decisively said, "No need, my appetite is small and I'm full."

When Gu Zi saw that she had revealed her cowardice, he made fun of her while she was in hot pursuit. "Smart people are truly different. It's only been a night and you've already finished your fill."

Ming Xue Mo pouted in dissatisfaction. She risked her life to make such a huge sacrifice, and he was still laughing at her!

He decisively scooped up a large piece of pork liver and stuffed it into his mouth. Let's see if he could still blabber on like that!

Gu Zi asked, so of course he couldn't speak. In fact, when that piece of pig's liver rudely invaded his mouth, his face turned the same color as the thing in his mouth, no matter how ugly it was.

He could neither swallow nor vomit. He was like a piece of bitter almond with pork liver in his mouth as he angrily said, "I don't eat pig liver!"

What?

Mingxue's expression lit up. He also didn't eat pig liver? Then what right did he have to take fifty steps and laugh every step of the way?!

[Does it really hurt to stand and talk?]

Returning a tooth with a tooth, he said, "If you are so picky with your food, whoever marries you in the future will be troubled about it. Who knows, they might even pinch each other when they eat."

"How is that possible?" Gouzi grimaced in protest. A gentleman like him would never pick a fight with a woman. "If I get married, I'll give her all the liver."

The mention of the word "pig's liver" sent a chill down his spine. He looked around for a trash can and decided to vomit it out.

Actually, it wasn't that he never ate pig liver, but rather, after Gu Si's illness, Mrs Fu had made him all kinds of blood nourishing ingredients every day. Actually, it wasn't that he never ate pig liver, but rather after Gu Si's illness, Ma Fu had made him all kinds of blood nourishing ingredients every day. However, even if his fatherly love was as great as a mountain, it wouldn't change the fact that those things were difficult to eat. Therefore, he only needed to take a look at the food that he had fed Gu Si all those years ago and didn't want to touch it at all.

Mingxue knew what he was trying to do and rushed forward to cover his mouth with her small hand.

Gu Zi raised his brows and glared at her. "Are you trying to find someone to carry you even if you die?"

Ming Xue Mo mischievously and proudly shook her head: "No, no, no, this is called sharing good fortune …"

Unexpectedly, everyone else had discovered their common interests in the process of getting along with each other. The two of them were different, but what they discovered was — common hatred.

Seeing that the road to puke had been blocked, Gu Zi had no other choice but to swallow it down. He took two random bites and used all the power he had in his body to force his esophagus to accept this thing that tasted like mud. Although the process was indescribably painful and refreshing, but … Long pain is not as short as short pain.

Seeing that his Adam's apple was moving, Ming Xue Mo laughed and let him go.

Gu Zi asked, making a gesture as if he wanted to bite him. He angrily said, "Do you know what I want to say right now?"

Ming Xue Mo innocently blinked her eyes, "I don't know." He couldn't be trying to say that it was the most malicious of women, right?

No, what Gu Zi wanted to say was, "Don't chase after a desperate enemy. Those words are indeed true."

"Very insightful." If he could master the art of war by drinking soup, then he was a talent as well.

Ming Xue Mo was not stingy with her praise for him.

"Come on, come on, let's hurt each other." She had learned so well. Didn't she know that there was a phrase called "the heavens are jealous of the talented"?

What was the difference between this kind of praise and a curse!