Du Moyou looked at him suspiciously and took two boxes of self-heated rice from the shelves, "Are two boxes enough?"

"enough."

Du Moyou scans the code to pay.

Zong Zheng took the handbag, hugged Du Moyou, and walked out of the supermarket.

After entering the elevator, Du Moyou asked him: "What big thing do you think of is big things?"

"Solve what happened after food and clothing," Zong Zheng picked up his handbag and signaled.

Food and clothing thinking-lust-desire.

The couple's tacit understanding of the couple made Du Moyou understand Zong Zheng's meaning in seconds, and Du Moyou glanced at him.

...

After Han Chen came back, he sent all his things to the bathroom.

Waited for about ten minutes.

Zhou Mo came out of the bathroom, covered her stomach, followed her step by step, and her legs were numb.

When Han Chen saw her limping around, he picked up the person directly.

Zhou Mo quickly surrounded his neck.

"I can leave."

"Stop showing off."

Han Chen turned around and went to the kitchen to bring warm honey water and handed it to Zhou Mo.

"I don't have brown sugar water, and there is no supermarket downstairs. I'll go out to buy it tomorrow."

"It's okay, honey water is enough."

"Do you feel uncomfortable?" Han Chen asked.

Zhou Mo shook his head, "I just came here, I didn't feel much. I guess I would feel uncomfortable at night."

She knew about her old habits. My aunt had just arrived and had no special symptoms. After waiting for a few hours, she felt uncomfortable all over.

"This time is wrong. The last time you were at the end of the month, not at the beginning of the month."

"..." Zhou Mo: "You have a good memory."

Han Chen asked coldly: "Have you stolen something cold and the date has been pushed back?"

Zhou Mo stuck out his tongue, which really made him think so.

"The other day was too hot, so I ate the ice cream you bought."

"I will never buy it for you again," Han Chen said with a cold face. "No wonder Aunt Liu doesn't let you eat cold food. You can't control yourself at all."

Zhou Mo argued: "It's really too hot."

"When the weather is hot, you can ignore your own menstrual cycle and eat cold?"

Zhou Mo knew that he was in the wrong, so he could only let Han Chenshen say something.

She drank honey water obediently and glanced at Han Chen with a stinging look.

Han Chen looked down at the ibuprofen medicine box. He was probably looking at the dosage, his face was tense and very ugly.

After drinking the water, Zhou Mo took the initiative to hand him the cup, hoping to attract his attention.

Han Chen took it and put it casually on the bedside table, but his eyes remained on the medicine box. "Drink ibuprofen in advance so that he would not be able to sleep in the pain at night."

He said, picking out the pills and handing them to Zhou Mo.

Zhou Mo saw the white pills and said, "It's bitter."

Han Chen had no choice but to pick up the cup and walked out of the bedroom.

Not long after, someone came back, holding a glass of water in his hand.

"I added more honey, you can taste it. Is it sweet enough? I will add some more if it's not enough."

Zhou Mo was too lazy to do anything, so he took the cup he was holding and took a slight taste, "It's not sweet enough."

Han Chen turned around and walked out of the bedroom, and after a while, he came in with a cup again.

"What about this time?"

Zhou Mo lowered his head and took a sip, "Enough."

"Drink the medicine quickly." Han Chen urged.

Zhou Mo didn't mess with him anymore and took the medicine obediently.

The pills are indeed bitter, but fortunately the honey water is sweet enough.

"I remember to brush my teeth in a while. Drinking such sweet things can easily lead to tooth decay."

"Oh, OK."

Zhou Mo responded lazily, feeling like a child being taken care of.

Before going to bed, Han Chen stared at Zhou Mo and put his toothbrush.

Zhou Mo stood in front of the toilet, playing a scoundrel, "Hubic pain, stomachache, and can't walk."

Han Chen smiled helplessly, "You are addicted to me."

"No?" Zhou Mo asked.

"Okay," Han Chen bent down and picked up the person, walked out of the bathroom, placed the person on the bed, and covered Zhou Mo with a quilt.

Zhou Mo lay on his side and called him, "Han Chen."

"Hmm?" Han Chen plucked the hair on her cheek.

"My cell phone."

"I'll get it for you."

He went outside to get Zhou Mo's cell phone and handed it to her.

Zhou Mo took it and placed it next to the pillow. She reached out and grabbed Han Chen's hand, "Lying with me for a while."

"I'll change my clothes first."

"Um."

Han Chen was wearing a coat when he went out and came back to take care of Zhou Mo, but he didn't have time to change it.

Zhou Mo saw him walking to the closet, took out a loose gray sweatshirt and sports trousers from it, turned around and threw it on the bed.

Close the wardrobe, he turned around and sat by the bed, took off his shirt and prepared to change to his loose sweatshirt to sleep.

Zhou Mo moved to the edge of the bed, resting her head on the edge of the bed, trying to see his abdominal muscles, but her eyes were suddenly attracted by the words on his abdomen. She was curious and reached out to poke with her index finger.

Han Chen felt someone doing something bad, so he stopped dressing, turned around and sat sideways, facing Zhou Mo.

"Why, I'm afraid it was painted?"

"No, just curious."

And the more you look at it, the more curious you become.

"What did you think at the beginning? Didn't you like me to touch me? Why did you write my name again?"

"On a whim."

Zhou Mo said with a slight sound, leaned forward, and she lowered her head and kissed her gently in the place where her name was printed.

Han Chen was agitated, his body was electrocuted, and he reflexively retreated, "Don't do anything random..."

"With you Wen, you don't allow me to kiss?" Zhou Mo was dissatisfied and turned around and lay obediently under the quilt.

Han Chen was helpless, "Did you deliberately mess with me because I couldn't touch you today?"

Zhou Mo grimaced at him, her thoughts were obvious, she did it on purpose.

"Wait."

Han Chen put down his harsh words and stood up to untie the belt buckle.

Zhou Mo was so scary that he immediately covered his head with a quilt.

Han Chen changed his clothes, climbed onto the bed and was hugged from behind, "What are you hiding?"

He pulled open the quilt and let Zhou Mo show his head.

Zhou Mo was like a silkworm pupa, except for his head, and everything else was wrapped in a quilt.

She struggled for a while, but found that Han Chen was holding her tightly.

"Do you think I really don't dare to touch you today?" He kissed Zhou Mo's ear and threatened him pretending to be.

"Why, do you still want to fight bloody battles?"

"I'm not that pervert."
To be continued...