Deliberately Contaminated

Jiang Huai is very tall. Although he looks thin, he is also a big boy. Mingshuang's strength is so small that he can hardly support it, "Jiang Huai!"

The young man opened his hazy eyes and glanced at her. Those beautiful eyes were always cold, but at the moment, they were hazy, the water was gleaming, and there were thousands of indescribable amorous feelings.

Mingshuang was heartbroken by this sight, and decided to forgive him. She supported Jiang Huai and tried her best to pull him into the room.

Miss Ming has no experience in caring for people, and her movements are naturally not so gentle. Finally, she settled him on the sofa. Mingshuang felt that she was sweating, and habitually wanted to turn on the air conditioner.

Then she found that there was no air conditioner in this room at all, only an old-fashioned fan. Mingshuang was about to turn it on, and suddenly remembered the scalding temperature on Jiang Huai's body just now.

"Is it possible to blow a fan if you have a fever?" Mingshuang muttered, feeling that his breath seemed to be hot.

Mingshuang brushed off the broken hair on his forehead, trying to test the temperature.

Her hands were cold and soft, Jiang Huai was unconscious, and subconsciously, she put her forehead against her palm and leaned against her palm.

And his slender hand stretched out unconsciously, overlapping on the back of Mingshuang's hand with great force, as if he was afraid of her leaving.

"It's okay, Jiang Huai, I won't leave." Mingshuang said softly.

Although she didn't seem to be able to do anything when she stayed, the room was dimly lit and deserted.

He was really alone.

…

When Jiang Huai regained consciousness, he found himself lying on the sofa, with cold sweat on his back, and a cold towel on his forehead.

Mingshuang was sitting beside him, looking down at his phone.

"Are you awake?" Mingshuang noticed that he opened his eyes and was looking at her, not knowing how long he watched her.

She pretended not to know, "Are you more comfortable?"

"The medicine is on the coffee table. If you can get up, take it first." Mingshuang said, "The doctor just came here and said that you don't need to be hospitalized."

She doesn't know how to take care of people, but she has money and knows to call professionals.

Jiang Huai's mind became clearer, and gradually began to operate, remembering the scene at the door and what she said. The boy pursed his lips and stood up from the sofa.

He wanted to ask, was that all a lie to him? is that true? But couldn't ask.

Mingshuang has poured warm water for him and urged him, "Eat quickly."

Jiang Huai remained silent, obediently took the medicine, what she gave, what he took. The boy's lips were red and his Adam's apple rolled when he drank water. He was very close to the good students in the class, very pure and well behaved.

"Have you eaten yet?" Mingshuang softened her temper and asked softly, "Are you hungry?"

After a long while, Jiang Huai shook his head, his voice still hoarse, "I'm not hungry."

He didn't eat a few bites of dinner, but because of the fever, he had no appetite.

"You have a fever, you can't eat without food." Mingshuang said.

"I wanted to celebrate your birthday today." Mingshuang muttered, "Fortunately, I came here, otherwise, if you have a fever at home alone, you might burn into a fool."

It's a pity that such a smart head is burnt out.

Jiang Huai seemed to be very good at taking care of her, but she really didn't seem to be able to take care of herself and didn't care about her body.

Mingshuang didn't doubt at all, if she didn't come, Jiang Huai would have stayed at home like this, and survived by herself.

She didn't ask why he was the only one in Jiang Huai's family, nor why his eighteenth birthday was like this.

The girl sat in the dim light, her face bright and bright, chattering.

Indoors, near where she was sitting, the light seemed to be brighter.

He realized that he was looking at her intently, and quickly looked away.

"In this way, I'll make you a bowl of longevity noodles." Mingshuang had already made up her mind. She opened the kitchen app on her mobile phone and searched for the recipe for longevity noodles on the spot, feeling that she could still control it.

After all, it was Jiang Huai's eighteenth birthday. Although the ceremony was kept simple due to the special circumstances, it still had to be there, although it was also possible to order takeout. But doing it by hand is more ritualistic.

There was the sound of water in the bathroom. Jiang Huai was obsessed with cleanliness. He sweated because of a fever. After recovering a little, the first thing he did was take a shower.

Mingshuang didn't know if it was because she didn't know how to cook, or for some other reason, she ran to the bathroom door intentionally or not, and first asked, "Jiang Huai, where is your home?"

"Jiang Huai, do you still have soy sauce at home?"

"Any peppers?"

It's a pity that the door of the bathroom is solid, and she can't see anything. When Mingshuangdi ran over four times, the door creaked open, she stopped and opened her eyes.

The teenager walked out of the bathroom with wet hair. He was well-dressed. He usually wears very tight clothes. This time, because he was at home and because of the fever, he only wore a thin black sweater and a long coat. Pants with loose neckline.

Against his jet-black hair, pale complexion, and red lips, the contrast in color and lustre was striking, and there was a strange beauty.

Mingshuang watched intently. Jiang Huai looked at her, the tips of her ears were slightly red, she didn't know if it was because of fever or something else.

"How do you turn this on?" The eldest lady couldn't even turn on the gas stove, so she looked back at Jiang Huai innocently.

Mingshuang can't cook, and can't understand the things in Jiang Huai's kitchen. Her ten fingers are slender, and at first glance, it is the hands that have not done any housework at home.

"I'm coming." The boy said hoarsely.

From the first time he saw Mingshuang, he felt that she was like that—golden, squeamish and arrogant, she should have the best of everything, not suitable for a place like the kitchen.

"Are you okay?" Mingshuang was a little worried.

"…"

The young man lowered his eyes and said nothing.

He was born with broad shoulders and long legs, with a clear back. Mingshuang was kicked out of the kitchen, sat on the sofa, and looked at him from behind. He was visibly stiff, but he didn't tell her to go away.

Soon, smells wafted from the kitchen.

Jiang Huai brought out two bowls of longevity noodles and pushed a bowl of Chao Mingshuang.

"And my share?" Mingshuang was quite surprised.

He said softly, "Hmm."

Jiang Huai's cooking skills are unexpectedly good, it smells good, and looks good.

Mingshuang was eating fragrantly, when suddenly there was a very soft, hoarse voice from the opposite side, "...Thank you."

She looked up at him, and the boy drooped his eyelashes and ate his own face, not looking at her.

I don't know if I'm thanking her for calling the doctor or something else.

He looks good, but because of the heat, his lips are red and his teeth are whiter. Mingshuang remembered what he looked like when he rolled up his sleeves and cooked in the kitchen just now. Everything he did seems to be like this, focused, quiet, and serious. Even when he was so sick, he still had a special temperament.

"Thank me." Mingshuang held her cheeks in her hands and smiled sweetly at him, "Then why don't you, brother, come and give me a bite."

The tip of the boy's ears was slightly red, and he didn't say a word, and the hand holding the chopsticks froze slightly.

After that night, he was surrounded by pain, perhaps because of the rain, or because of a heavy and painful heart.

This house is very deserted. Jiang Huai didn't care about living conditions before. He didn't have any requirements for the environment, and it was almost the same. However, he looked up and saw her sitting opposite.

Suddenly there was a slight astringency in my heart.

Now he can't give her anything.

"Actually, I also bought a cake." Mingshuang said.

Originally, she was afraid that Jiang Huai would care about what happened before, it would be too difficult, and she prepared a lot of tricks, such as cakes, flowers, gifts and false sweet words.

Unexpectedly, it was completely useless, and only a bowl of longevity noodles was used - even made by Jiang Huai, and he was almost coaxed.

"Can't you eat it?" Mingshuang was a little apologetic, "I wouldn't have bought it if I knew it earlier, I didn't know you had a fever."

She ordered an ice cream cake with beautiful candles on it, forming an eighteen, Ming Shuang humming and cutting the cake.

"I'll sing you a birthday song again." Mingshuang said, "Happy birthday Jiang Huai."

"I hope you can always be happy in the future."

Her voice was very sweet. It was the first time Jiang Huai heard her sing, and he listened to the song quietly.

Mingshuang had an unexpectedly good appetite tonight. After eating a small bowl of noodles, she still had an appetite for cake. She ate deliciously, and her rosy mouth was dipped in cream. Before Ming Shuang could react, the light in front of her eyes dimmed.

The tall boy took the paper, leaned over and wiped the cream off the corner of her lips for her. He moved very lightly and did not touch her skin.

However, her fingers even stayed for a few more seconds, the tall boy's shadow enveloped her, she smelled the good fragrance of Jiang Huai's body, and saw the pale skin of his collarbone and neck.

He still had that cool and cold appearance, but, for some unknown reason, his appearance in front of her seemed to have changed subtly.

Moreover, it seemed that he had already believed her words, so he chose to believe her without asking more questions or even asking her for more explanations.

- That sentence was just a joke.

Jiang Huai was deceived by her again and again.

However, being so coaxed and angry, she said a few sweet words and then believed her again.

She suddenly felt something inexplicable.

How can there be such a pure man in the world. What will she be deceived into in the future?

The author says:

Xiao Huai is so pitiful, but also really coaxing, Fifteen is already fascinated by him.

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