Doctor Zhu sipped the porridge in small mouthfuls, very delicately, very gracefully, more ladylike than a woman!
"Drink faster!" Fu Xue growled, unable to bear it any longer, it was aggravating her obsessive-compulsive disorder.
"I can't bear to, I want to savor it slowly. This is the first porridge you bought for me in my life." Doctor Zhu said, then gave Fu Xue a deliberately shy smile.
Fu Xue: "..."
This person doesn't just have gastroenteritis, his brain is also fried.
"I'm leaving."
Fu Xue turned around and left.
"No!" Doctor Zhu hurriedly called after her, "Where are you going?"
Fu Xue was suddenly on vacation, in a period of confusion, she didn't know where she was going either.
These past few years, she had been constantly traveling around the world with Ye Huang, busy and happy. Suddenly having free time felt like she had lost her direction in life.
Fu Xue touched the phone in her pocket, hesitating whether to turn it on or not.
