The Male Main’s Uncle Is Openly Obsessed With Me
Chapter Summary
I didn't order..." Xiao Ning's words stopped abruptly, and he suddenly remembered that he had participated in the lottery in the live broadcast room more than ten minutes ago and seemed to have won a "takeout"? Thinking of what the host had said in the live broadcast room, Xiao Ning hesitated for a moment, then ran to the other side of the dormitory and patted the bulge on the bed. If something really happens and you fall down, I may not have the strength to call an ambulance." After An An finis...
Xiao Ning is a junior student in the Art Department of University A. His painting major is one of the school's key art majors, so even though he is already a junior, he still has a lot of courses to take.
However, at nine o'clock in the morning, she should have been sitting in the classroom attending class.
At this moment, his face was pale, he was lying half-dead on the bed, his eyes were blank, and he looked miserable as if he could die at any time.
Suddenly, a knock on the door broke the silence in the room and brought Xiao Ning back to his senses.
Xiao Ning frowned slightly and did not get up to open the door immediately. The knocking sound continued for a while and then stopped.
Just when Xiao Ning thought the person outside the door had left, the knock on the door rang again.
Xiao Ning's face turned dark, he sat up, holding his aching stomach, and ran out angrily.
As soon as I opened the door of the dormitory, I saw a takeaway boy standing at the door. He asked in a naive manner, "Excuse me, are you Ms. Xia Ningxi? Your expedited takeaway has arrived."
"Takeout? I didn't order..." Xiao Ning's words stopped abruptly, and he suddenly remembered that he had participated in the lottery in the live broadcast room more than ten minutes ago and seemed to have won a "takeout"?
Xiao Ning carried the takeaway food that the delivery man had urgently delivered back into the house. He couldn't wait to open the packaging and saw the familiar sweet soup inside.
The moment the insulated box is opened, the suppressed sweet fragrance rushes straight to the brain, refreshing the mind.
I don’t know if it’s a psychological effect, but as soon as I smelled this scent, my aching stomach seemed to feel much better.
Thinking of what the host had said in the live broadcast room, Xiao Ning hesitated for a moment, then ran to the other side of the dormitory and patted the bulge on the bed.
"An An, An An, get up, get up."
The little bulge moved and uttered a weak complaint: "What are you doing? I was just about to close my eyes and suddenly you came and patted me..."
"Look what this is?"
An An got out from under the quilt, took a look at what Xiao Ning handed over, and frowned: "What is this? Soup? It smells good, but I don't usually drink sweet soup, and I don't have an appetite now."
"I won this from a live streamer in a lottery. It's called Motherwort and Egg Soup. It's said to cure menstrual cramps. Should we... try it?"
"Anchor? Lucky draw? That's a three-no product. Aren't you afraid of ending up in the hospital after eating it?"
Xiao Ning was actually a little hesitant, but dysmenorrhea is not a disease and the pain when it comes is really excruciating.
"Then I want to try drinking it. If it works, you can drink it. If there is any problem, you can also help me call an ambulance."
An An frowned when she heard that, and held down Xiao Ning's hand that was about to be withdrawn, and said weakly: "No, let me do it. If something really happens and you fall down, I may not have the strength to call an ambulance."
After An An finished speaking, she didn't care about Xiao Ning's reaction and simply scooped up some soup and drank it.
Xiao Ning couldn't stop him and screamed, "An An, are you...are you okay?"
An An smacked his lips, savoring the taste: "It tastes pretty good."
Xiao Ning: “…”
"And I don't know if it's my illusion, but after drinking it, I felt a little warm from my throat to my stomach."
"...So exaggerated?" Xiao Ning was a little skeptical.
However, she didn't have time to think so much the next second, because her worthless roommate actually picked up the thermos box and poured the liquid into his mouth with the momentum of blowing into the bottle.
"Hey, leave some for me. Let go of my soup, you bastard!"