After Going on a Blind Date with My Brother

So facing Lin Wan, who was shy and turned into a hermit crab, instead of retreating, Wen Yimu lowered her head even more and asked with a smile in her ear, "What's the matter, eh?"

Wen Yimu's hair swept across Lin Wan Bai's tender neck, itching slightly, her words were warm and moist, and the ending was hooked, pretending to not know anything.

Even more, Lin Wan's whole body was about to explode.

The usually arrogant and majestic girl, now wronged Baba, like the fox danzi, whispered: "Get up from me, sister..."

That's right, the current posture is that Wen Yimu put his hands on the bed, covering Lin Wan's whole body, looking extremely ambiguous.

Wen Yimu doesn't. Once she has bad thoughts, it will be difficult for her to end easily. So not only did he not let go, but Lin Wan was firmly imprisoned under his own figure, so that she could not break free at all, and her breath was in every direction.

Possessiveness and desire to win and lose are bursting at this moment.

Lin Wan turned over, looked up at Wen Yimu, and met her half-smiley eyes, feeling more and more ashamed, covering her face with her hands, and daring not to look at her with her eyes closed.

Woohoo, why are you so unpromising, you've been teased like this casually, how can you still be on it in the future!

The more Lin Wan thought about it, the more she felt unconvinced, but Wen Yimu's aura was too strong, she could only hum and act like a spoiled child: "Sister, get up first, I'm hungry."

This set really worked well, Wen Yimu obeyed and moved away when he heard the words, Lin Wan didn't feel dizzy or dizzy at the moment, sat up from the bed nimbly, and raised his hand to get the chicken soup.

In the end, it was still a step too late, and Wen Yimu preemptively held it in his hand, casually stirring it with a spoon.

The tempting aroma of the chicken soup came out, causing Lin Wan's stomach to growl.

Lin Wan licked the corner of his lips, suddenly remembered something, widened his eyes, and looked at Wen Yimu in disbelief: "It was you who tempted me with chicken soup in a dream!"

Wen Yimu did not deny it at all, nodded confidently, and smiled in reply: "Well, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing." Lin Wan, who had just stiffened up, lowered his head again, and made a good-natured look.

Damn, I know Wen Yimu is not a good person, but why is she getting worse and worse.

It's becoming more and more likeable and irresistible.

I hate it.

Lin Wan raised her head blushing and tried to ask her again imposingly, "Then give me back the chicken soup, I want to drink it."

To be honest, she hadn't eaten for several days. Although she received nutritional injections, how could she smell good rice! I didn't think that before, when my appetite came up, I was really greedy for chicken soup.

Not to mention that Aunt Zhang cooked it with high-quality ingredients and added her favorite matsutake mushrooms. It was cooked just right, and it made me drool when I smelled it.

Wen Yimu's expression didn't change, he scooped up a spoonful of chicken soup and blew it on his lips, and said slowly, "I'll feed you."

Lin Wan: "...Ah?"

Woo woo woo sister is too gentle when she is gentle, why do you do this to yourself! What! good!

But, thinking of Wen Yimu's indifference to him before, Lin Wan couldn't help but feel a little aggrieved.

She is shameless!

The expression on the girl's face in front of him was very colorful, and Wen Yimu felt a little amused, and asked lightly, "Do you have any opinions?"

Lin Wan didn't hesitate: "No."

What is the face, can I eat it? It's good to have a gentle sister, and it's all over for him to be happy!

In general, Lin Wan is still a person who remembers eating but not beating. He has been like this since he was a child. Even if he has been wronged, as long as he doesn't give up, he can just coax the other party, and everyone is good friends again.

What's more, there is Wen Yimu in front of him, no matter what happened, as long as she is by her side now, Lin Wan already feels very happy.

Lin Wan obediently leaned on the head of the bed, like a child, letting Wen Yimu feed her chicken soup, her face was indescribably cute, and with a somewhat haggard appearance, people couldn't help but give birth Kind of sad and pity.

A few strands of hair were disobedient and fell naughty to Lin Wan's lips. Wen Yimu caught a glimpse of it, and helped her to lift it up without putting it behind her ears. Inevitably, she took a good look at this little face.

She looked very familiar, quiet at the moment, as if the grievances she suffered before had never happened, and it seemed that all the years were peaceful.

Wen Yimu couldn't help feeling a little guilty, thinking of Lin Wan's thin back squatting in the corner before, thinking of her tearful eyes, thinking of her longing for being alone in a foreign country.

It was as if a needle had been pricked in my heart, and the pain was indescribable.

Although she didn't do anything, just push and pull, dodge and entangle the most common, but Wen Yimu just felt a little distressed.

It is distressed, not sorry, she will make up for the grievances Lin Wan suffered before.

Wen Yimu took a calm breath, brought the chicken soup with the right temperature in the spoon to Lin Wan's lips, and said warmly, "Drink slowly."

Lin Wan took a sip carefully, tasted the taste, and was a little surprised: "Hey, why is there no taste, did Aunt Zhang forget to put salt?"

Wen Yimu was a little surprised when she heard the words. She lowered her head and tasted it, and came to the conclusion: "The soup is delicious. Maybe it's because you have a fever and a dull sense of taste. It's normal that you can't taste it, and it will be fine in a few days."

In order to appease, Wen Yimu touched Lin Wan's head and asked her, "Do you still want to drink?"

Lin Wan shook his head with a bitter face, and the appetite he had just aroused disappeared in a blink of an eye, and leaned against the head of the bed: "I don't want to drink anymore."

"Then what else do you want to eat?" Wen Yimu asked, raising his hand to put Lin Wan's forehead.

Wen Yimu's hand was a little cold, like white jade, Lin Wan comfortably rubbed his forehead on it, like a puppy.

Wen Yimu was a little funny, and her voice unconsciously softened a bit: "You can't do it without eating, be good, I'll help you find what you want to eat."

Being patient and gentle like coaxing a child, Lin Wan couldn't help but smile, without hesitation: "I want to eat my sister's cooking!"

Wen Yimu: Good guy.

Wen Yimu said as euphemistically as possible: "Actually, I'm not very good at cooking. It's very bad, but Aunt Zhang's cooking is delicious."

Lin Wan was full of confidence: "It doesn't matter, I can't taste it anyway."

She turned her face up, her fox eyes smiling like crescent moons, and she looked like a little clever ghost, with the words "please praise me, I'm so smart" written all over her face.

Wen Yimu: You don't have to.

However, facing Lin Wan's bright little face, Wen Yimu still couldn't bear to say the words of rejection. She just sighed and warned Lin Wan, "Even if it's bad, you have to finish it for me."

"Received, promise to complete the task!" Lin Wan replied with a smile.