The boss of fast time travel said that I am sweeter than sugar

Chapter 31
Sure enough, the speculation just now was really not an illusion. Lin Shijin was really possessive of herself.

Hey, what is this?Is this getting into trouble?

Looking at the smeared and bandaged wrist with mixed emotions, the cool feeling just now still exists, just like Lin Shijin is still in Qing Huan's mind.

……

"I made your favorite purple potato porridge."

Qing Huan opened his eyes in a daze, and then saw Lin Shijin sitting next to him, and just wanted to swear.

But he stopped, and just asked a question: "Lin Shijin, why are you here?"

Lin Shijin was holding a porcelain bowl in his hand, but it didn't suit him very well, because this porcelain bowl was very cute, with cute patterns printed on it, which was pink and tender.

Lin Shijin put the bowl on the table beside him, and Qing Huan could see the food in the bowl by lowering his head slightly.

"Ah? You bought me food, thank you."

But it's a bit immoral to be so elusive and scary.

But he could only complain silently in his heart, Qing Huan really didn't want to provoke this weird guy.

Lin Shijin: "I didn't buy it, I made it."

Qing Huan: "..."

Not only did a row of ellipses appear in his heart, but even a row of ellipses appeared on his expression.

So, I don't know how to react.

It was Lin Shijin's actions that interrupted Qing Huan's thinking.

I saw Lin Shijin picked up the bowl, holding a spoon filled with porridge and handing it to Qing Huan's mouth.

"Try how it tastes."

Qing Huan's brain seemed to froze again at this moment, and he tasted it in a daze.

"delicious."

Lin Shijin smiled lightly: "If you like it, I will help you do it every day from now on."

Qing Huan: "!!!"

What's going on in her mind recently?Why can't things go wrong?Who told you to drink porridge, and who told you to say that it tastes good after drinking the porridge, it’s all right now, you fell into a deep pit again, and you couldn’t even climb out.

Qing Huan felt that Lin Shijin must have some special magical power, otherwise she wouldn't lose her mind in front of him again and again.

He seems to have the ability to guide his own thoughts, but it seems that he always has some problems when facing him.

It seems that it is not only him who caused these things, but also himself.

Lin Shijin affectionately stroked Qing Huan's broken hair that had slipped from her shoulders to the back of her shoulders, and fed Qing Huan porridge again.

"Have you finally stopped quarreling with me? Is there any place you want to go later? Can you take me with you?"

Qing Huan quickly waved her hand, not only refusing to drink the porridge, but also expressing that she was not making trouble.

But Qing Huan really wasn't being awkward, she just didn't know why her mind was having problems all the time, but she wasn't awkward at all when she was in front of others, only when she was in front of Lin Shijin did this happen.

"In fact, my hand was only slightly injured, and my right hand is fine. I can drink porridge by myself. I don't plan to go anywhere. I feel very good at home."

Lin Shijin pursed the corners of her lips and smiled lowly: "Well, staying at home is good."

Although the ups and downs of Lin Shijin's whole sentence were not great, Qing Huan felt that his emphasis was on the word "home", which he seemed to particularly like.

"Qing Huan, I just said that the time for you to think about it is over."

(End of this chapter)