When Lin Yu stuffed the thermometer into my armpit, there was a note on the glass tube that said "37.2°C is the optimal body temperature." As soon as he scanned my forehead with an infrared thermometer, he turned around and took out three cold medicines from the medicine box to compare the ingredients - but I knew that I had secretly poked a small hole in the bottom of the canned bird's nest he hid in the refrigerator, and when he "discovered" that I was "too weak to eat", he staged the drama of "feeding porridge with my own hands".
"Baby, your bestie said you 'accidentally' squeezed the foundation onto her limited-edition bag?" He raised his eyebrows while blowing the cold porridge, and his fingertips ran across the screen of my phone - it was staying on the "compensation" page I forwarded to my bestie, with the postscript "Brother Yu dotes on me so much that I blame him for slippery hands." I immediately pursed my lips and crawled into his arms: "She obviously bumped into me..." Before he could finish his words, he took out a recorder from his apron pocket and pressed the play button to hear my laughter from last night: "When he feels sorry for me, tell him that the bag was a gift from him and see how he tears it up with her."
It rained suddenly outside the window, and I sneezed according to the script, but instead of taking off his coat as usual, he took out a "Green Tea Taming Manual". On the inside page, there is a photo of the pearl earrings that I must touch every time I pretend to cry, with an annotation next to it: "This is the 28th time I have used the 'weak in rainy weather' routine, combined with the slight trembling of eyelashes, the success rate is 98%." And on the last page of the book, there is a photo he secretly took of me and my best friend high-fiving, with the words on the back: "I know you like to see me jealous, next time I will cooperate with you to act more realistically during the 'Catching the Rape' scene
