The green camphor tree has a deep view

Wen Qing felt dizzy and headache from the shaking. She didn't know if it hurt her stomach, but she suddenly felt nauseous.

She leaned on his back and pleaded in a gentle voice: "Put me down, I want to vomit..."

Unexpectedly, Song Jingshen ignored her and walked straight through the restaurant, down a few small steps, and entered a small sunken hall.

When passing by the restaurant, Wen Qing saw the cold food on the table. She suddenly remembered that she had just eaten a few bites of cold lettuce, and her stomach suddenly started to churn.

She quickly patted the man's hard back: "I really want to vomit, don't blame me if I vomit on you..."

Song Jingshen glared at her coldly: "Try to spit one out!"

Wen Qing immediately shut up and let him carry her through the small hall, turning a few corners, and finally stopping at the end of a corridor.

"The room at the end of the corridor is prone to being haunted, did you know that?" Wen Qing tapped his back, "You wouldn't choose such an unlucky room as your bedroom, would you?"

"Why are you so talkative today?" He quickly entered the password into the door lock and slapped her butt hard. "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll shut you up."

Wen Qing blushed and deliberately provoked him: "You only know how to bully me, but you become cowardly when it comes to others."

With a "beep", the door opened. Song Jingshen carried her in, closed the door and locked it.

Wen Qing looked up at the room and it was indeed a bedroom.

There was a large bed in the middle of the room, with navy blue bedding and light grey carpet. The decoration style was similar to Guangyu's apartment, except there was no mahogany carved wardrobe.

Wen Qing glanced at the bed, and immediately hugged his back like an octopus, begging, "Can we change places? I don't want to sleep in a haunted place."

"Who told you to sleep?" The man grabbed her and threw her onto the bed. "Since you're following me, you should have some professional ethics and stop playing tricks all day long. How can I fool you?"

"Ah..." Wen Qing screamed, and she fell so hard that she saw stars. Fortunately, the mattress was soft enough and she didn't get a concussion.

She struggled to get up, but saw Song Jingshen leaning against her side, unbuttoning his shirt in an orderly manner with one hand, his eyes full of fierceness.

"I'm not lying to you, don't get excited." She whispered to comfort him, "I really have a stomachache."

"Where does it hurt?" Song Jingshen stared at her, stopped unbuttoning his buttons, and covered her abdomen instead, "Does it hurt here? Or here?"

Wen Qing quickly held his hand that was groping him and said, "Let me go to the bathroom and vomit for a while, it will be fine after I vomit."

When she first came to Jiangcheng, she did have stomach pain and went to the school hospital for a check-up. It was probably due to acclimatization and unfamiliar diet. It was not serious, but she should be careful to eat less irritating foods such as lettuce, seafood, ginger and garlic to avoid damaging the gastric mucosa.

Just now, Song Jingshen carried her on his shoulders and frightened her. Coupled with the fact that she didn't eat properly, she started to have stomachache.

She no longer felt pain now, but Song Jingshen's murderous look still scared her so much that she had to use the stomachache as a cover-up.

Song Jingshen was skeptical about her stomachache, and when he saw that she couldn't even tell where it hurt, he decided not to believe her anymore.

"You don't even know where it hurts, what can you vomit out?" He sneered and withdrew his hand to continue unbuttoning his clothes.

He moved quickly and unbuttoned his shirt in just a few seconds, revealing his solid chest.

This was the second time Wen Qing looked at him, so she was naturally not as shy as she was last night. When that chest pressed against her, she was actually a little fascinated.

"What? Are you still waiting for me to serve you?" He stared into her eyes, put his big hand under the hem of her sweater and lifted it up, "Will you die if you take the initiative?"

Before Wen Qing could react, she felt a chill all over her body and couldn't help but curl up.

"This haunted house is so cold." She complained with a frown, "Are you sure you want to stay here?"

"There are times when you feel it's too hot." The man looked at her unhappily, his eyes burning, "Come here."

Wen Qing collapsed on the mattress, almost overwhelmed by waves of pain.

"Song Jingshen, you liar, last time you said it didn't hurt..." she said crying.

"Last time?" The man snorted coldly and grabbed her neck unceremoniously. "I shouldn't have pitied you last time."

Wen Qing's tears fell on her slender arms like beads that had broken off the string, like a cool rain.

"My stomach hurts..." She complained, "Can you stop for a while?"

He said nothing, but placed his palm over her upper abdomen and rubbed it slowly downwards.

"Not here..." She sobbed in panic, and her black hair fell like a waterfall, covering her shoulders and back as she struggled.

"Don't move, that's not a stomachache." The man's palm was burning, and he slowly moved it down, "It will be fine in a while, trust me."

She panted and begged him to finish quickly. The man took the opportunity to turn her face and stared at her.

"Say you love me." She shuddered as the man's sweat dropped.

"I love you, I love you." Her eyes were blurred and she uttered a few broken words.

The man's eyes trembled, and he leaned over and kissed her lips

……

After a while, she heard the sound of rushing water, as if she had returned to the early spring in the north city, with the sound of melting ice and flowing streams everywhere.

Wen Qing came to her senses and wanted to cover herself with the quilt, but it was far away from her. She tried hard to reach it and finally reached it.

But the quilt was too heavy, and when she pulled it hard, her body was pulled, and another wave of pain came over her.

She could hardly distinguish the types of pain, but none of them was as painful as the cold.

The body is cold, and the heart is even colder.

Since the quilt couldn't be pulled out, she decided to crawl into it. She moved her body little by little, trembling like a wounded animal, looking miserable.

With a whoosh, the bathroom door opened. Song Jingshen was wearing a loose white bathrobe and standing in front of her with a relaxed posture.

Wen Qing couldn't help but sneeze.

"Are you cold?" The man leaned over to look at her, with a warm look in his eyes.

Wen Qing ignored him and just moved towards the quilt.

"The quilt is unusable, it's covered in sweat." The man waved his hand and the quilt fell to the ground.

Wen Qing was stunned and didn't know where to hide for a moment, so she had to pull a pillow to cover herself.

"Take a hot bath and you won't be cold anymore." Without saying anything, the man took the pillow from her hand and leaned over to hug her.

"I...I'll wash myself." Wen Qing struggled to get off the ground, but her movements were too weak and she seemed like she was just acting like a spoiled child.

"Can you stand now?" The man glanced at her and strode towards the bathroom.