Gu Yang dragged his heavy body loaded with viruses and lay on the dining table, using all his strength to hold up his eyelids and look at him in front of him.
"Go to sleep. I'll call you when I'm ready."
"I don't."
He flatly refused and still lay there.
"Children who cook porridge, let's stay together."
When Gu Yang said this, Lin Zimu stopped stirring the rice porridge with the rice spoon in his hand, and his heart skipped a beat.
That day, Lin Zimu gave him porridge, and Gu Yang gave him the flu.
Intention: The joy of youth is still warm