His careful liver is milky and cute

Chapter 93 Finding His Hand 3
After the little silly cat finished speaking, she really planned to ask, Yan Haozhe, in desperation, held her tightly in his arms and leaned against the wall.

His breath was a little unstable, and he blushed and said to her: "Don't ask! You are an idiot! I tell you for sure, I have never done it. If you ask my dad about such things, you will be ashamed, understand. ?"

It was rare for Yan Haozhe to speak to Hu Youyou in such a strong tone, which frightened Mao Mao, and looked back at him dully.

In the quiet air, the atmosphere became a bit delicate, they were too close to each other, so close that they could almost feel each other's heartbeat, thumping, and the sound of breathing intertwined, it was hard to tell whose it was.

"Okay, I won't ask anymore," Hu Youyou spoke first, her face was a little hot, and she pushed the boy's chest with a red face, "Can you let me go? Really, why are you doing this?" Seriously."

After hearing this, Yan Haozhe came to his senses, let go of her slowly, and apologized to Xiaomaomao.

He said that he seemed a little too excited, because this kind of fact is a bit difficult to tell, and it is not what girls need to know. When she gets older, she may know it, but it is actually not a big deal.

The more he explained, the more chaotic he became, Yan Haozhe stopped talking, and the two little guys in the room became awkward.

Hu Youyou lowered her head, pinched her little hands to play with each other, and tapped the ground with her toes. After struggling for a while, she also apologized.

She said that she would ask this matter to the bottom, and she was not really curious, but just wanted to grab him as a threat.

"I really think the sweet soup is terrible," she confessed, "Although I know it's brother Haohao's kindness, but..."

When the little girl said this, she suddenly pursed her mouth, as if thinking of the taste of the sweet soup, with a gloomy look on her face. She really couldn't get used to it, and thought the taste was disgusting, especially the residue of the soup base.

"Brother Haohao, even if I beg you, don't force me to drink soup every day." She looked at him pleadingly and said, "OK? It is said that taking a pill of ibuprofen or aspirin every month will not make me sick. painful."

Sha Maoer had just finished speaking when Yan Haozhe flicked the bullet with his index finger, saying that it was a painkiller and that taking too much would be bad for your health.

"But... Drinking those soups may not be helpful," she pouted, "Xiao Yezi said that her roommate drank brown sugar water every month, and it still hurts. It's more straightforward to take medicine."

"Maomao, do you still remember the story of the pony crossing the river?" He said, "Why does the cow say the water is shallow and the squirrel says the water is deep, but the pony thinks it is neither deep nor shallow? You have to try everything yourself. Just known."

Hu Youyou stopped talking, brother Haohao is teaching her like a child, she is not so childish, okay?Hey, anyway, she couldn't talk to him, and she felt so tired.

"Maomao is angry with me?" He asked her in a soft tone, almost coaxing every word.

The little girl wanted to nod when he asked him this question, but felt that she was unreasonable to be angry, so she sighed and said, "I'm not angry, but I'm just a little depressed thinking that I will have to continue drinking soup in the future."

He rubbed her hair and said that when she no longer has a stomachache, she doesn't need to drink it. This sweet soup is much better than bitter medicine.

"Well," she replied weakly, and after a while, Wu Liuliu rolled her eyes, and she bargained, "Brother Haohao, otherwise...you can drink it once a week, okay?"

(End of this chapter)