The more he saw her like this, his throat felt a little dry.

"Ding Dong-the system prompts that Ouyang Ming has a good impression of you +10, and now has a good impression of 60, and his good impression of Cheng Xi is 80."

"You can eat it for me!"

Jiang Qingming heard the prompt from the system, and he knew for a while.

Ouyang Ming hurriedly dug the spoonful of porridge in his hand and dug in the bowl again, and then it was delivered to Jiang Qingming's mouth.

"It's hot—"

Jiang Qingming frowned, she kept yelling.

Ouyang Ming hurriedly took the bowl over and asked her to vomit the porridge in her mouth.

Jiang Qingming vomited the porridge.

Her red lips were slightly open, and her pink lips seemed to be dyed with a layer of pearl.

"It's hot!"

Her mouth opened slightly, like a silent invitation.

Ouyang Ming looked at her lips, and the ghost printed it on it.

When the lips of the two people touched each other, both of them trembled.

Jiang Qingming stretched out his hand and pushed him aside.

"I'm going back first, and I asked them to bring up a bowl of porridge!"

The cold expression on Ouyang Ming's face for the first time couldn't hold back.

He stood up a little confused and went down with the bowl.

"Ding Dong-the system prompts, Ouyang Ming's favorability degree for you is +10, and now the favorability degree for you is 70, and the favorability degree for Cheng Xi is 80!"

Qingming touched his lips, and a bubble seemed to be burned out of it.

It is miserable!

Jiang Qingming waited again, and the maid came up again with a bowl of porridge.

At this time, the drip is also ready.

"Take this away for me, and I will eat it myself!"

When the maid pulled out the needle, Jiang Qingming pressed the back of his hand at this time.

After eating the porridge, she stood in front of the bed and looked over again.

This time I got sick and lasted for two or three days.

It seems that the original owner's physique is not very good.

On the third day, Su Zi and Da Bao Xiao Bao came over.

"How did you come!"

Jiang Qingming was sitting on the sofa reading a book, and she was slightly startled looking at Su Zihe who came in.

"I'm here to deliver the things I lost before, by the way, thank you for your life-saving grace!"

Su Zihe smiled and sat down.

A pair of peach blossom eyes blinked brilliantly, as if infinite affection surged.

"Saving grace, don't dare to be this one!"

Jiang Qingming put down the book by his hand, took the teapot on the table, and poured him a cup of fruit tea.

"I cooked this in the morning, don't mind!"

Su Zihe stretched out his hand, held up the transparent tea cup, and looked at the orange juice inside.

Take a sip, sweet and sour.

"tastes good!"

He drank all the glass in one breath.

Jiang Qingming looked at him and smiled, then gave him another cup.

"Qing Ming——I really came to repay my life-saving grace."

Su Zihe's expression is very serious.

"Huh? How do you repay?"

Jiang Qingming looked at him wonderingly, which version of Su Zihe was going to make.

"What do you think about it with your body?"

While Su Zihe said this, his body was leaning against the sofa again.

The affectionate peach-blossom eyes gaze slightly, looking at her blurred.

"..."

Jiang Qingming looked at Su Zihe's expression, wondering what he meant, she was an idiot.

"You know... Me and..."