She slept uncomfortably, with all sorts of grotesque dreams intertwining, blurring the demarcation from reality.
As she was having a hard time, she vaguely heard Murong Cheng call her name: "Zi Zi, get up and drink the soup."
Mu Zi was helped up by him, closed her eyes and took a sip of the soup, there was a sweet cola flavor and a slightly spicy ginger flavor
"Are we going back to Qing Jiang?" Mu Zi murmured and asked.
Otherwise, trying to buy a piece of ginger at two in the morning in the unfamiliar Beibin City was quite difficult.
Murong Cheng didn't answer her, just slowly fed her ginger soup and sighed, "I shouldn't have brought you out today."
If he had stayed at home today, Mu Zi wouldn't have gotten sick with a fever.
When he usually said something, Mu Zi would always sneer back, but when he said that he shouldn't have come out today, Mu Zi immediately nodded her head in agreement, "Yes, shouldn't have come out."
She drank ginger soup, her head was dizzy, but her mind was clear, and she had a conversation with Murong Cheng.
"Every time I go out with you, I have bad luck." Mu Zi said, "Once encountered a gun attack, you blew someone's face off ... There was also an assassination, you stabbed someone to death, this time there was no accident, but as a result I got sick ..."
"Can't you think of something good?" Murong Cheng was so angry and funny that he wanted to pinch her face, but seeing that she was still having a hard time, he held back.
Mu Zi on the contrary, thought very seriously, half a moment, shook her head, "Can't think of anything good, you're too bad, it's never good to be with you."
Murong Cheng's breathing lurched, his heart had an unspeakable suffocating feeling.
Despite knowing that Mu Zi did not love him, he still cared.
It was impossible not to care ...
Mu Zi slowly drank the ginger soup, drank most of the bowl, lay down and continued to sleep.
At this time, the sky is not yet bright, the house is only lit with a table lamp, dim and dark. Murong Cheng was in a bad mood and wanted to smoke a cigarette, preparing to go outside to the corridor.
He opened the door and the lock made a small clicking sound.
Mu Zi on the bed suddenly sat up, "Murong Cheng?"
Her voice was soft and her questioning tone revealed a slight uneasiness, like a frightened and helpless deer.
"Hmm?" Murong Cheng stood by the door and answered.
Mu Zi then felt relieved and fell back to sleep again.
Murong Cheng was stunned.
After a moment, he lowered his eyes to look at the cigarette case in his hand and put it away again.
Murong Cheng returned to the house, lay down next to Mu Zi, and gently circled her in his arms.
She seemed to be in a dream, rolled over and murmured, a complaining tone, "... Murong Cheng, you are too annoying."
He heard her, both heartbroken and crowing.
"Mouthy little thing." Murong Cheng's thin lips curled slightly, and that bit of hidden pain in his heart dissipated without a trace.
...
The next day, Mu Zi slept until eleven o'clock before waking up.
She opened her eyes and realized that she was lying on a luxurious king-sized bed in a hotel, the window was snow-covered, and she was still in Beibin City.
Murong Cheng touched her forehead, "The fever is gone."
Mu Zi is young and has a fast recovery ability, and she goes to the gym with Jiang Chen from time to time to practice boxing and fitness, her physical quality has always been very good.
Although the fever had subsided, her body was still weak, and she was so hungry.
Mu Zi began to miss Bai Wei, if she was at home at this moment, Bai Wei must have changed her ways to make her delicious food.
"I want to go home." She said.
Murong Cheng looked at her slightly pale little face after her illness and said with heartache, "Okay, then go home."
The two of them took a plane back to Qing Jiang City.
After arriving home, Murong Cheng was severely counted by Bai Wei.
He didn't make up any excuses this time, and bluntly said that he had brought Mu Zi to North Bin City for Christmas, and because Mu Zi had a cold and fever, he was delayed in returning home.
Bai Wei threw a big tantrum, only her character was too soft, even if she threw a tantrum, it was also the feeling of a gentle wind and rain: ''Too much nonsense! Where can't you go to play, why did you run to such a faraway place? If you don't sleep in the middle of the night and go outside to freeze, can you not get sick? What if you get sick? Your sister is still so young, how can she stand up to you!"