Sea-hunting: With the system in hand, my eyes are the ruler

In the middle of the night, Jiang Han got some fever-reducing patches and medicine from the B&B manager and gave them all to Meng Guo.

Meng Guo didn't dare to look at Jiang Han.

He covered his face with the quilt and his head sank little by little.

Jiang Han looked at her and said, "You can go down a little further." Just suffocate yourself to death.

"Ah?" This is indeed quite boring, but not suffocating to death.

Meng Guo hesitated whether to stick his head out.

She pulled the quilt down a little, and Jiang Han's expression didn't seem so bad.

"Jiang Han, can I ask you a question?"

"You ask."

"Do you think of me as your sister?"

"Cough cough cough, cough cough cough!" Jiang Han almost choked on his own saliva.

"Is it your brain that's broken, or is it mine?"

"Jiang Han!"

"Would I do that to my sister?"

Meng Guo was stunned for a moment. She kissed him and he kissed her back.

Although it was fair, if Jiang Han only treated her as a sister, he probably wouldn't...

Meng Guo felt his head became even more confused. Seeing Jiang Han was about to leave, Meng Guo subconsciously reached out and grabbed Jiang Han's hand.

Jiang Han looked down at their clasped hands, "What's wrong?"

"Where are you going?"

"Of course I went back to bed."

"Oh." Meng Guo felt that she was extremely stupid. Why would she ask such a stupid question?

Although she was reluctant, she still let go of Jiang Han's hand.

After Jiang Han left, Meng Guo's head was still dizzy. She told herself that she should get some sleep, but she just couldn't fall asleep.

There is only one thought in my mind: die early and be reborn early.

Since it's already so embarrassing, we might as well make things clear.

There were some things that Meng Guo couldn't say in person, so he typed them out and sent them out.

[Meng Guo: Jiang Han, can I be your girlfriend? ]

If Jiang Han refused, she would let him go without hesitation. Of course she liked Jiang Han, and because she liked him, she hoped that he could find true happiness.

If she can't give him happiness, then let someone else give it to him.

Now she wants to get away with it quickly.

Jiang Han didn't feel sleepy at all after receiving the message.

A lot of things flashed through his mind.

He also had feelings for Meng Guo. When Ma Xiaomei wanted to use his wood stove, he thought it was troublesome and didn't let her.

But at that time, Meng Guo casually mentioned that when he had time, he could go to his house to burn the wood stove, and he didn't think it was a bother.

They had pretended to be boyfriend and girlfriend so many times, but he didn't find it annoying.

If Xiaoguo was replaced by someone else, he would refuse from the bottom of his heart.

Jiang Han thought of Xin Gaoyang and his ex-girlfriend.

If they can overcome some difficulties, maybe they can be a happy couple.

But some people and some things are missed, and they are missed.

No one will wait for you there forever.

A line of poetry popped up in my mind unconsciously: Pick the flowers when they are ready to be picked, don’t wait until there are no flowers left and you have to break empty branches.

Jiang Han replied.

【Jiang Han: Yes.】

Meng Guo was even more confused. Such an important matter was just dealt with in one word?

[Jiang Han: Can you sleep well now? ]

Meng Guo finally laughed out loud. Jiang Han agreed, really agreed!

[Meng Guo: I'll go to sleep obediently.]

Meng Guo slept well that night.

When Meng Guo woke up the next day, she heard a knock on the door and went to open it. She saw Jiang Han standing outside.

Jiang Han reached out and touched Meng Guo's forehead. Meng Guo's fever had subsided.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

If she didn't retreat by morning, he planned to take her to the hospital.

He took out a package and handed it to Meng Guo.

Meng Guo took the thing and asked, "What is this?"

Seeing two soft, palm-sized things, Meng Guo smiled and said, "These are sponges."

"I got it at sea a few days ago."

"Jiang Han, you're amazing." Donghai naturally had sponges. But such high-quality velvet and honeycomb sponges were rare.

She ran to the bathroom and squeezed facial cleanser onto a sponge.

"Jiang Han, this sponge feels so good when you wash your face. Have you washed it yet?"

If Jiang Han said he had never washed it before, Meng Guo would help him wash it if he was like this.