When the vase hits the shadow queen [GL]

With a kick of the quilt and a pull of his hand, Zhao Ningxi rolled into Shen Youqing's arms.

She froze for half a second, then pushed with her hands, but in the end she pressed a piece of softness.

"What are you doing—" Zhao Ningxi was ashamed and annoyed.

Shen Youqing frowned: "It hurts, rub it for me."

Zhao Ningxi: "Let go of me first."

"Don't let it go." Shen Youqing lifted up her clothes neatly, put her long legs on them, took her hand and put it on her stomach: "Rub it, rub it."

Xu Shiren always appears to be extraordinarily fragile when suffering from illness, Shen Youqing has no burden to act coquettishly, and Zhao Ningxi can't harden his ears in front of her, let alone the other party's sticky tone.

"Knead, rub, don't move your hands and feet... What are you doing, don't take off my clothes."

Shen Youqing blinked aggrievedly: "You took off mine too."

Zhao Ningxi coughed and said sternly: "I undressed you because you were sweating and wet. What should you do if you catch a cold? Wouldn't it add to your injury? How can you still be filming tomorrow? By the way, you look like this Can I still film tomorrow? Do you want to ask Director Wang for a leave of absence?"

Shen Youqing tugged at her shirt unwillingly, and undid two buttons, revealing a snow-white shoulder.

Zhao Ningxi had no choice but to pull up her clothes, pressed her hand, and coaxed: "I asked Tiantian to cook for you, and I have to go out later, do you want me to meet him like this? "

Immediately, he found that not only did Shen Youqing not continue to make trouble, but silently reached out to help her tear up the torn shirt, and buttoned the top two buttons.

When doing these things, Shen Youqing was still sweating coldly on his forehead, and his eyebrows were tightly knit together, looking in severe pain.

Zhao Ningxi felt that the posture of curling up in her arms was awkward, so she pulled Shen Youqing's hand from the back of her neck, and by the way, glared at someone who expressed dissatisfaction, grabbed both hands, and placed them on Shen Youqing's stomach After the front, she passed a hand through the gap between Shen Youqing's neck and the pillow.

Shen Youqing was startled for a moment, and then reacted, rubbing against her bosom like a small animal.

Zhao Ningxi couldn't help but curled the corners of his lips, kissed the top of her hair, and said softly: "Hey, don't move around, I'll rub it for you."

Shen Youqing really leaned in her arms and remained motionless.

Her hand pushed away Shen Youqing's lower abdomen, and the latter leaned obediently in her arms. For a moment, Zhao Ningxi thought of the idiom "a little bird depends on a person".

But thinking that he was lying on the bed, if he stood up, Shen Youqing's height might only be called "Great Peng Spreading Wings".

"Why is your dysmenorrhea so severe?" Zhao Ningxi has seen many people with dysmenorrhea since she was a child, but she would faint because of the dysmenorrhea.Shen Youqing was the first person she met: "Have you been to the doctor? What did the doctor say?"

"...I don't know." Shen Youqing replied honestly, "I'm too lazy to read."

It's not like she's in so much pain every time.

Besides, she only had her period once every six months, and only twice a year.When it hurts, I can't think of seeing a doctor. After the pain is over, and the next period will be half a year later, I don't think there is any need to see a doctor.

She didn't care about herself so much, which made Zhao Ningxi angry: "I don't care about my body, so I expect others to look after it for you?"

Shen Youqing's muffled voice came: "Can I count on you?"

The actions of his subordinates paused, and Zhao Ningxi opened his mouth. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, there was a knock on the door.

She hastily got out of the bed.

He was about to open the door when he suddenly remembered something. When he lowered his head, he found that his white shirt was wrinkled. When he looked in the mirror, his tied hair was messed up. If someone didn’t know it, he would think that something happened in this room. what.

Shen Youqing hugged the quilt to look at her, but was stared at inexplicably, and shrank into the quilt aggrieved.

Zhao Ningxi felt angry and funny for a moment.

this person.

She put down the disheveled ponytail, flicked it casually with her hand, and buttoned the torn button of the white shirt before opening the door.

"Miss Boss, soup for me..." Bai Tian stood outside the door with a bowl of soup, and when the door opened, he froze.

As a battle-tested man, he naturally knows the love scene better than anyone else.

Although Zhao Ningxi deliberately modified it, he couldn't hide it from his eyes.

Actually took down the proprietress so quickly? !

During the day: Crazy calling for the boss! ! !

But on the surface, he still looked like he didn't know anything, and said respectfully to Zhao Ningxi: "Miss Boss, is the Boss feeling better? Do you want this soup? If not, I'll take it away."

Zhao Ningxi didn't notice his address, opened the lid to take a look, nodded in satisfaction, took the soup plate, thanked him, and asked him to go back first, and he would take good care of Shen Youqing.

The proprietress takes care of the boss, so there is nothing to worry about during the day.What's more, although the boss seems to be in severe pain, he knows that his boss has always been amazing in acting.What if she was pretending to pick up girls?

The world is full of routines, so be careful when you go out.

……

Closing the door with his feet and returning to the room, Zhao Ningxi found that Shen Youqing was still huddled under the quilt, covering his head.

She put the soup on the table, knelt at the foot of the bed, and pulled the caterpillar's quilt: "You don't feel bored after drinking the soup."

"Don't drink." Shen Youqing's voice came through the quilt.

"Why don't you drink?" Zhao Ningxi talked to her through the quilt.

"It's unpalatable." It's not that Shen Youqing has never tried those decoctions for treating dysmenorrhea, and the taste of each is strange, "It's useless."

"Get up." Zhao Ningxi went to pull her quilt: "You will know if it's useful after you drink it. Besides, if you eat more or less hot food, it can relieve some pain and make you feel better."

"...I can't get up, it hurts."

Zhao Ningxi had nothing to do with her. Fortunately, the soup was delivered during the day as soon as it was hot. The temperature is still very high now, so she didn't rush to drink it for a while.

But it's not a solution for Shen Youqing to just shrink back and not come out to eat something.

She had no choice but to use her trump card, just like how adults treated disobedient children when they were young: "If you can't get up, I'll be leaving if you don't get up."

"Don't—" Shen Youqing turned over and sat up.

However, because the movement was too violent, the pain soon shrank into a shrimp.

Zhao Ningxi rushed over, fished out the hot water bottle from the quilt, pressed it on her stomach, and rubbed it for her.

Shen Youqing was so painful that she shed tears, she turned her head and deliberately didn't look at her, as if I was angry.

Like a child, Zhao Ningxi couldn't help but want to laugh, but she was afraid that Shen Youqing would get angry after she laughed, so she just shrank into the quilt and ignored her.

"Hey, don't make trouble, let's eat something."

"Don't eat."

Zhao Ningxi brought the soup bowl in front of Shen Youqing, raised the spoon, and blew: "Ah——"

Shen Youqing turned her head, took the contents of the spoon away in one gulp, and turned around quickly.

Zhao Ningxi was taken aback for a moment, then a smile appeared on his face.

"Didn't you say you wouldn't eat it?"

Shen Youqing's eyes were red, and she reached out to grab the quilt. Seeing that she was going to hide in again, Zhao Ningxi put the bowl down, and quickly hugged her: "Hey, I was wrong, Ah Qing, let's drink the soup obediently." OK."

Shen Youqing suddenly turned her head and looked straight at her: "You call me Ah Qing?"

Zhao Ningxi didn't know where the anger came from: "Why, Tang Ruyan can scream, but I can't?"

Shen Youqing opened her bright eyes: "Call me again?"

"not called."

"Call it, call it..."

Zhao Ningxi was helpless: "Ah Qing?"

"One more time."

"Ah Ching."

One last time: "Ah Ching—that's enough."

Shen Youqing suddenly reached out to hug her, and rubbed her face: "You call me Ah Qing, it's so nice."

Zhao Ningxi was stunned by her sudden hug, it took him a while to react, and hugged her back: "Are you not in pain anymore?"

"It hurts." Shen Youqing said naturally, "But if you take care of me, I don't feel the pain anymore."

Zhao Ningxi rested his chin on her shoulder and curled the corners of his lips.

She suddenly thought: "...Is it true what you said during the day?"

Shen Youqing pretended to be stupid: "What did I say?"

Zhao Ningxi bit her shoulder lightly as if to vent her anger: "Don't play dumb."

Shen Youqing let her go.

Looking into her eyes, Zhao Ningxi suddenly felt more at ease than ever before.

She remembered what she said to Shen Youqing earlier.

People are really duplicity animals, she obviously cares about this person in front of her very much, she is obviously jealous of other people's blatant liking for her, she is obviously more uncomfortable seeing her hurt than her...

But he had to say that kind of hurtful thing.

"Zhao Ningxi." Shen Youqing looked at her seriously, Zhao Ningxi heard her heart pounding, she swallowed, and was ready to hear Shen Youqing's next words.

In the end, the latter gave a nasty smile, rolled up the quilt, lay down and closed his eyes, and said triumphantly, "I lied to you."

The author has something to say: I was driving too far today, my things were left in a hotel far away, various accidents happened one after another, the Mercury retrograde is severe...

The computer seems to be completely dead orz it can’t be used even if it is plugged in. I also bought a new battery for it. When it arrives, it still can’t be used, so I have to send it to the factory for repair qaq

Although the text is sweet today, my heart is pierced like a knife.