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Ji An'an had been in a daze all day. Everyone knew that she was in low spirits and did not disturb her. They only called for her at mealtimes.

Teng Yiyang returned right after dinner.

After a day, Ji An'an's makeup had mostly fallen off, and it was obvious that she was in a very bad condition.

Senior Teng patted his grandson's shoulder, "You came at the right time. I'll leave the mission of sending An An back home to you."

His eyes were almost glued onto the other's body, and the old tutor felt that he was too unambitious.

Teng Yiyang looked at her.

Ji An'an truly did not have the energy to drive, so she did not retort. She gave him the keys, her son gave him the dog rope, and she also gave him the dog rope.

A trace of worry flashed across Teng Yiyang's eyes when he saw her expression.

Ji An'an slept all the way home. Perhaps it was because she had eaten dinner and slept for a while, but after getting off the car, everyone became much more energetic.

Teng Yiyang carried his sleeping son and brought the waiter into the room.

Ji An'an sat in the living room for a while, but Teng Yiyang had already settled his son down.

A black shadow descended.

She looked up slowly. "Anything else?"

Teng Yiyang narrowed his eyes and looked at her. He was more than any one of her expressions, "Can you do it alone?"

After Ji An'an understood what he meant, she smiled and said, "I've been here for so many years, why can't I?"

He didn't feel reassured by her words. Instead, he furrowed his brows. "I remember that you wouldn't be in such a difficult situation in the past. Did something go wrong with your body?"

Ji An'an was stunned for a moment. She slowly withdrew the smile on her face. She crossed her hands on her knees, lowered her eyes and said, "Shuibao bled a lot when he was born, so her body is much weaker than before. But it's not a big problem."

Teng Yiyang's body stiffened. He should have thought of this earlier. He lowered his eyes and said, "What happened in the past …"

"The past is already in the past, and Shuibao is very healthy. That way, I would be very satisfied."

Ji An'an interrupted him with a smile.

However, this did not prevent Teng Yiyang from blaming himself. On the contrary, he felt that the distance between the two of them had unknowingly widened once again.

After a moment of silence, he said, "Then I'll leave first. Call me if you need anything."

Outside the door, Teng Yiyang didn't go back to the room next door. Instead, he stood outside and intended to smoke. When he couldn't find any cigarettes in his pockets, he remembered that he had quit smoking since yesterday.

He stood under the streetlight for a while before walking to his car.

A moment later, the Rolls-Royce pulled out of the compound.

When he returned, an hour had already passed.

Teng Yiyang got off the car with two heavy shopping bags in his hands. Compared to the bright and beautiful day, his suit was wrinkled.

He didn't expect there to be so many people at the mall. They were all at the level of an old grandma, and he almost lost his shape from the crowd.

Buying a dish was similar to fighting a war.

By the time he finished his shower, it was already nine o'clock. He habitually looked at the neighboring room. The light was still on.

Thinking about what was mentioned in the post, it was best for girls during their physiological periods to drink a bowl of hot red sugar ginger water before going to bed at night, which would help them in their sleep.

Teng Yiyang thought that she probably wasn't asleep yet.

Thus, he took out the ginger and brown sugar from the shopping bag.

Ji An'an was pouring water for the waiter when she suddenly heard the doorbell ring.

She looked at the peephole before opening the door, revealing a tall and slender figure standing in the doorway.

Teng Yiyang coughed lightly and said, "Lend me the knife."

Ji An'an did not know why he was holding the knife in the middle of the night, nor did she have the strength to say anything to him.

Fifteen minutes later, the door was knocked again.

Ji An'an's lower abdomen hurt, and she even had the urge to curse. She reluctantly went over to open the door.

Before she could chase him away, the other party had already spoken first.

"I made you some brown sugar ginger soup." As he spoke, he gestured at the item in his hand.

Ji An'an could reject him as a person, but she could not reject the hot ginger soup because she desperately needed it right now.

"Come in." She turned and walked back.

Hearing her weak voice, Teng Yiyang, who followed behind frowned.

When Ji An'an sat down at the dining table, he walked in familiarly and brought out a bowl.

He opened the lid and scooped up a bowl of soup, then pushed it in front of her.

Ji An'an didn't stand on ceremony as she pressed her palm against the bowl to cover her hands. She waited for the bowl to cool a little before taking small sips.

Teng Yiyang sat opposite her, quietly watching her drink.

When she had finished a bowl, he asked, "Do you want more?"

Ji An'an shook her head.

Teng Yiyang stood up to pack up. After a while, he would wipe his hands and come out.

He stretched out his hand and waved it in front of her eyes, "Recovering, go to sleep when you're tired."

His hazy eyes focused. He was about to withdraw his hand when he heard her say, "Your hand is injured?"

Only then did Teng Yiyang notice that there was a wound on his finger. He didn't mind and said, "It's fine, just a small wound."

Ji An'an gave him a sidelong glance. "There's a medical kit under the television. Bring it over."

There was no need to make a fuss over such a small injury, but he still went to get it.

The medicine box was opened on the tea table. Ji An'an pointed to the second box, "Take out the disinfectant and cotton swabs and apply them yourself."

Teng Yiyang did as he was told.

However, his actions were too slow, causing Ji An'an, who was dizzy and tired, to lose her patience. She took the medicine bottle from his hands and personally sterilized it for him.

Teng Yiyang looked at his empty hands and then turned around to look at the person with an unhappy expression.

Her emotions were reflected on her face. She was agitated and unhappy, but her actions were very light. She didn't feel any pain at all.

But even if she did, he would still be happy.

A bowl of brown sugar water in exchange for this kind of treatment was truly profitable.

With a "Hiss", she ripped open the bandage, pinched one end of the bandage between her fingers, and then grabbed his hand.

His heart skipped a beat as the soft little hand pressed against the back of his hand and thumb slid across it.

He lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes covering up his fluctuating emotions.

His gaze fell upon her hand, lustrous and slender, so white that it shone with light. He slowly withdrew his fingers and gently clenched them.

"Don't move."

Unsatisfied, Ji An'an reprimanded him lightly, her eyes still focused on him as she started to seriously and carefully wrap her arms around him.

He licked the corner of his mouth and smiled complacently.

Got it.

"Alright." Ji An'an released his hand.

If he had known earlier, he would have made a few more cuts, which would have allowed him to last a bit longer.

"Put the medicine chest back." Ji An'an waved her hand.

He really had become addicted to commanding.

When Teng Yiyang returned, the irritable guy was already leaning against the sofa.

He called out twice, but there was no response.

He bent down and patted her face. "Don't sleep here. You'll catch cold."

Ji An'an felt an itch on her face and slapped it away. She turned over and slid down from the back of the chair.

Teng Yiyang immediately held her shoulders when he saw that. The sound didn't wake her, so she must really be sleeping soundly.

Abandoning the thought of waking her up, he gently picked her up.

On the way upstairs, the person in his arms suddenly reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in his chest. She felt wronged and said, "It hurts …"

That soft voice was like a kitten's voice, piercing into his heart in an instant.

Teng Yiyang immediately stopped and looked down at her.

Cat hugged him tightly, her eyes closed. What she had said just now was just her sleep talk.

Her thin lips lightly touched her forehead like a dragonfly touching the water, and she immediately left.

What a little goblin.

He entered the room and laid her on the bed. After covering her with a thin blanket, he went down on one knee and took her hands in his.

When she had put her arms around his neck, he had noticed that her hands were as cold as water. No wonder she had kept pressing her hands against his chest.

Recalling the contents of the post, one's entire body would turn cold, their emotions would become unstable, and they would be easily ignited and explode. Even a gentle girl would turn into an insufferable little chilli when she reaches her physical stage.

He had experienced it for himself just now.

However —

"Just now, you suddenly treated me so well, it was a bit abnormal. When you were sick, would you show a side that was concerned about me?"

He muttered to himself, not expecting her to respond.

After a few minutes, her hands were still warm and Teng Yiyang was in trouble.

Remembering the help post, he used one hand to enter the web page and left a message on the original post.

26th floor, Shuibao's Daddy:

She felt cold all over. How could he help her?

27 Lou Xiaolan:

Tape a warm baby or cover a hot water bottle.

Teng Yiyang was confused, what was a warm baby?

28 floor, Shuibao's Daddy:

No such thing.

A sapling on the 29th floor:

So what's the situation with her now?

30th floor, Shuibao's Daddy:

He fell asleep.

31st floor, elementary school:

Wait, she's asleep. Are you with her? There was hope, there was hope! I don't have that kind of warm up baby, but someone has a warm up bag! Aren't you! Automatic heat generation does not need to be charged! 360 degrees without a blind spot! Hold her, warm her with your warmth! Go on! A good chance!

Bad boyishness on floor 32:

Hey hey hey, 31st floor, are you really a primary school student? However, tower owner, my hands and feet agree with this method.

Teng Yiyang was speechless. What kind of rotten idea was this?

If An An found out, he wouldn't be able to enter the door again.

Forget it, he might as well go and buy that baby sticker and hot water bottle.

He put the phone back in his pocket and prepared to get up.

The person on the bed seemed to have felt the heat leave his body and immediately stretched out his hand.

Teng Yiyang noticed that someone was pulling on his shirt. He stopped and lowered his head to check. Just as he was about to do so, the pulling force increased and his half-squatting posture became unstable. He was pulled onto the bed without being careful.

In the instant he fell, fortunately, he was able to react in time and used both his hands to support her, otherwise he would have smashed her body.

Face to face, lips to lips, breathing in and out.

At this distance, as long as he lowered his head slightly, he would be able to kiss her full and tender lips.

He couldn't help but look from her eyebrows to her closed eyes. Her eyelashes slightly lifted, and then slid past her nose.

Her skin was delicate and tender as a petal.

Teng Yiyang felt that he couldn't continue watching this, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to leave.

However, before he could move, his body suddenly froze.

The soft, boneless arms and the slender, ice-cold fingers slid across the sides of his waist, until they met and intersected at the small of his back.

The sleeping man embraced his waist, his lips curled in satisfaction as he breathed softly.

Such a posture made him unable to move.

He reached back to take her hand away, but when he touched her cold skin, he stopped.

To be this frozen?

His gaze once again fell on her face and curled up his thin lips with a hint of playfulness. His eyes were deep as he raised his hand to pinch her nose. "Little ingrate, this is your own initiative. When the time comes, don't let the evildoers complain first."

One minute later, Teng Yiyang laid down beside her.

Feeling the warm and comfortable breath, Ji An'an automatically rolled into his embrace. She used her hands and feet to wrap herself around him like a tail bear.

Teng Yiyang's hands were stiff. Only after she had settled down did he gradually relax and put his arms around her waist.

The soft body was cuddled up in his arms. He had thought it would be a lifetime's worth of hope, but who would have thought that it would finally come true.

Smelling the sweet fragrance on her body, Teng Yiyang couldn't help but sigh.

Although it was still warm and fragrant, at this time, he was not a beast and was still thinking about the dirty thoughts that he shouldn't have.

Teng Yiyang remembered the physiological period in the post tower, so he placed his hand on her lower abdomen and pressed his palm against it to dispel the cold.

Ji An'an, who was sleeping soundly, felt as if she was hugging a stove. Her whole body was warm. The pain from the falling pain on her lower abdomen was ice-cold. It was no longer as uncomfortable as before.

Teng Yiyang kissed the corner of her eyes. "Go to sleep."

The other hand lightly patted her back, coaxing her in a low voice.

In the post office, no one could find a reply from tower owner after a long time.

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What about tower owner? Could he have been scared away by everyone?

51st floor, elementary school:

I guess tower owner has already gone to work! How about a gold coin? He was determined to get away from it.

On the 52nd floor, there were no tears.

I bet tower owner is kicked out of bed by someone he likes, 2 gold coins!

Teng Yiyang spent all night thinking about Ji An'an and only warmed her up in the middle of the night.

Early in the morning, he struggled to open his eyes and get used to the light. His mind was in chaos.

This was not his room.

Only after a while did he remember what happened last night.

He rubbed his hair and composed himself.

Suddenly, he felt an itch on his skin near his collarbone.

He looked down and saw that she had unbuttoned her blouse at some point, and she was sleeping quietly on his chest.

And the breath he was breathing was on his collarbone, it was very itchy.

No matter how much he endured, he was still a hot-blooded man with a normal body.

Teng Yiyang turned around, lowered his head and covered her lips, and took a big bite.

No matter how beautiful she was, she couldn't stand the teasing of her beloved.

Ji An'an frowned uncomfortably.

He whispered in her ear, "I'll let you go this time. I won't be so lucky next time."

He resolutely stood up and returned to the house next door. After taking a cold shower, he managed to suppress the scorching heat in his body.

He had not been able to sleep soundly last night, so he fell back to sleep. By the time he woke up, it was already eight in the morning.

Teng Yiyang sent a voice message to his son. After confirming that he and An An had woken up, Teng Yiyang also went to wash up and then walked into the kitchen.

He had not fired a gun since moving here.

He opened the refrigerator and took out the ingredients. Following the name of the nourishing dish given by the post office, he opened the iPad and searched for the steps to take.

Although he had cooked before, he had at most stewed the porridge.

However, he believed that with his high IQ, he would be able to learn anything and cook easily.

Ji An'an was called out by Shuibao, but she was already awake by then.

The quality of sleep last night was so good that she was surprised.

Ever since she gave birth to Shuibao, the seven days of each month had been a nightmare for her. It was difficult to sleep during the day and difficult to sleep at night, but this time she slept until dawn.

She opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling.

Hot brown sugar ginger soup, Band-Aid, a hot chest...

She shivered. Could Xuexin's words have hit the mark? No matter how calm her heart was, she would still have dreams that she shouldn't have had.

Ji An'an shook her head, just in time for her son to call out to her. She took the opportunity to get out of bed and throw those fragments out of her mind.

After washing up, he went downstairs. Halfway down, he felt a bulging sensation in his lower abdomen, as if an electric drill was desperately boring its way inside. His entire body felt sore, and he almost lost his balance.

Ji An'an supported herself on the stairs, barely able to make her way downstairs.

The second and third day were the real days of torture.

Ji An'an sat dispiritedly on the sofa. If it was possible, she wouldn't want to move for even a day.

When she had nothing to do, the pain magnified more easily, and she had to find something to do to distract herself.

Just as he was about to reach for the phone on the tea table, he caught a glimpse of a thermal container on the table from the corner of his eyes.

She noticed it because it was something that shouldn't have been in her house.

She got up and walked over. The workmanship was excellent, and the quality of holding it felt very good. It was obvious that it was worth a lot.

She opened the lid, and a spicy, sweet smell immediately gushed out.

The leftover ginger slices suddenly overlapped with one of the scenes in his memory.

So it wasn't a dream. She really drank it last night.

Then wouldn't the other scenes be real as well?

She was surprised when the doorbell rang.

The person outside the door was the person that she had gnashed her teeth over and wanted to tear apart.

As the door opened, Teng Yiyang raised his head and saw a man full of energy early in the morning. His worry disappeared and his eyes curved into a smile. "Good morning. I'll borrow a bottle of soy sauce."

He was wearing a blue and white polo shirt with a lapel collar, plain white slacks, and an apron. He looked like the main character of a comic book, and his smile was sunny and handsome.

His appearance was like a red rain falling from the sky.

Ji An'an's smile disappeared as she stretched out her hand to smile at him. For some reason, she mentioned what had happened last night. She pursed her lips, turned around and went to the kitchen to get soy sauce and stuffed it into his hand.

"Thank you …"

Before Teng Yiyang could finish his sentence, the door slammed shut.

He rubbed his nose.

He couldn't afford to offend a physique wife.

Five minutes later, the door was knocked again.

The handsome man smiled brilliantly. "Lend me a spatula."

With a dark expression, Ji An'an passed it over and slammed the door.

Ten minutes later, the door was knocked again.

Ji An'an looked up helplessly. "What do you want to borrow this time?"

He felt like he had been grinded to the point of losing his temper.

"A paring knife."

Teng Yiyang also felt wronged. He didn't want to disturb her again and again, but the menu only said that he wanted to buy ingredients and didn't say the cooking tools.

This time, not only did Ji An'an give him a knife, she also gave him a key.

"If you need anything, just take it!"

She didn't have the strength to open the door for him anymore, and she felt that her legs were no longer hers.

The door was already closed, but Teng Yiyang was still standing there, giggling.

He had her key.

Somehow, he had completed the most important step in the guide. He would be able to enter the room unhindered!

Ji An'an thought she could finally be safe, but it felt like she had just sat down when the doorbell rang again.

She clenched her fists and took a deep breath. She couldn't help it.

She flung open the door and shouted angrily, "Didn't I give you the key? "You …"

The voice stopped abruptly.

The person in front of him looked like he had just returned from Africa. His face was dark, leaving behind only his pair of peach blossom eyes, black and white.

"You just came back from mining?"

Teng Yiyang held his forehead and sighed, "I blew up the kitchen. Now, the water and electricity are out. Please take it in!"

His wet black eyes were like a large dog lost in the night, both pitiful and submissive.

However, even though the comic book man was in dire straits, his innate noble and elegant demeanor was still dazzling.

Only then did she notice the suitcase at his feet.

"I really admire you. You can blow up a house just by cooking."

Ji An'an didn't have the mind to deal with him. She was physically and mentally exhausted, so she just left him behind and walked back inside the house.

Teng Yiyang looked at the open door, then looked at the figure that was walking away and smiled.

He didn't refuse, he just agreed.

He did not look out at all. Carrying the box, he went in and closed the door behind him.

Some people were naturally shameless.

Before Ji An'an could open her mouth, he had already found a room for himself to stay in.

That's where Yiyuan lived before. Forget it, Yiyuan won't be coming over for a while, plus, he won't be staying for long.

Teng Yiyang couldn't stand the burnt smell on his body, so he took a bath first.

After washing up, he wiped his hair and lay down on the bed, then opened the web page.

The post office had already been built over a hundred floors.

The last comment was —

Summing up the latest situation, tower owner said that the pressure cooker blew up during cooking. Someone told him to take this opportunity to find a girl to stay, I wonder if it'll work. tower owner, if you succeed, come out and say something, if you are rejected, it doesn't matter, but being single is pretty happy too! Let's just say that everyone, don't discriminate against single dogs!

301 Floor Shuibao's Daddy:

Successfully checked in.

The moment the comment was made, the audience went into an uproar.

You look back:

The heck, this is also possible! I'm going to learn now!

Building 303:

tower owner 666

Baby 308:0

302 floor, you better be careful not to blow yourself up, congratulations tower owner! Hail on the 300th floor, and wish you happiness on your own.

Teng Yiyang felt that the online chat was quite interesting, so after a few glances, he switched to Weibo.

He didn't forget that today was the first time her anime had been released. He looked for the official post and checked the time. It was 12 o'clock at noon.

There was still some time before the broadcast would begin.

Not long later, the doorbell rang.

Ji An'an had just raised her head when she saw Teng Yiyang walk out of the room. "I'll go drive."

Soon he came back with a bag in his hand.

"What is it?"

"I've ordered lunch. Come over and eat with Shuibao."

Shuibao ran over after smelling the fragrance, "Daddy, what do you want to eat?"

"After you wash your hands, daddy will tell you."

Shuibao immediately ran over to wash his hands, then climbed onto a chair and sat down obediently.

A dish of steamed prawns with garlic fans was opened in front of him.

"Wow, shrimp, shrimp!"

Teng Yiyang handed him a pair of chopsticks and reminded him, "Eat your own fans first, then dad will help you peel the prawns."

"Alright."

After settling his son down, Teng Yiyang walked towards the sofa, "You're not eating?"

"No appetite."

Ji An'an felt like she was like a salted fish. She didn't want to move at all.

Teng Yiyang squatted in front of her and asked with a smile, "Then I'll make you some brown sugar water and we'll eat after you have an appetite?"

Ji An'an had a vague impression that the person in front of her was toying with her son, because her tone was exactly the same as what her son had said just now!

But she nodded.

Teng Yiyang smiled and rubbed her head, "Then I'll bring it to you later."

When they left, Ji An'an was still a little taken aback. Why was he bewitching her just now?

His willpower was too weak!

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