The Male Main’s Uncle Is Openly Obsessed With Me

Xiao Ning is a junior in the Art Department of University A. His painting major is the art major that the school focuses on. Even if he is a junior, he still has a lot of courses.

However, at nine o'clock in the morning, she was supposed to be sitting in the classroom.

At this moment, his face was pale, he was lying on the bed half-dead, his eyes were empty, a miserable look that he might drive west at any time.

Suddenly, the knock on the door broke the tranquility in the room, and also pulled back Xiao Ning's wandering three souls and seven souls.

Xiao Ning frowned and didn't get up immediately to open the door. The knock on the door continued for a while and then stopped.

Just when Xiao Ning thought the people outside the door had already gone, the knock on the door sounded again.

Xiao Ning's face turned dark, and she sat up, clutching her aching belly, and ran out angrily.

As soon as I opened the door of the dormitory, I saw a takeaway boy standing at the door and asked in a naive way: "Is it Ms. Xia Ningxi? Your urgent takeaway is here."

"Takeaway? I didn't order..." Xiao Ning's words came to an abrupt end, suddenly remembering that he had participated in the live-streaming room lottery a dozen minutes ago as if he had indeed won a "takeaway"?

He returned to the house with the takeaway delivered by the takeaway brother, Xiao Ning couldn't wait to unpack the outer packaging, and saw the familiar sweet soup inside at a glance.

The moment the thermal insulation box was opened, the depressive sweet scent rushed to the brain, which was very exciting.

I don't know if it is a psychological effect. As soon as I smell it, my aching belly seems to feel better all at once.

Thinking of what the anchor had said in the live broadcast room, Xiao Ning hesitated for a moment, but ran to the other side of the dormitory and patted the bulging packet on the bed.

"An An, An An, get up, get up."

The little drum kit moved, and a feeble complaint came out: "What are you doing? I finally got to squint, and suddenly came over to shoot me..."

"Look at what this is?"

An An got out of the quilt, glanced at what Xiao Ning handed over, and twisted his eyebrows: "What is this? Soup? It smells very fragrant, but I don't drink sweet soup very much, and now I don't have an appetite."

"This is what I got from a lottery draw by an anchor. What is it called Motherwort Egg Soup? It is said to treat dysmenorrhea. Should we... try?"

"Anchor? Lottery? It's not a three-no product. Are you afraid to eat yourself into the hospital?"

Xiao Ning actually hesitated, but this dysmenorrhea is not a disease, and it really hurts to death.

"Then I want to drink it, or if it works, you can drink it again. If there is any problem, you can call an ambulance for me."

An An frowned upon hearing this, and held down Xiao Ning's hand that was about to be recovered, and said weakly: "No, let me do it. If something really happens, if you fall, I don't necessarily have the strength to call an ambulance. "

After An An finished speaking, no matter what Xiao Ning's reaction was, she simply took a sip of the soup and drank it into her stomach.

Xiao Ning couldn't stop him, and exclaimed: "An An, you... are you okay?"

An An smashed his mouth, replied: "It's delicious."

Xiao Ning: "..."

"And I don't know if it was my illusion. After drinking, it feels a little warm from the throat to the stomach."

"...So exaggerated?" Xiao Ning was a little skeptical.

However, in the next second, she didn't think so much, because her hot chicken housemate even picked up the insulated box with the momentum of blowing the bottle and poured it into her mouth.

"Hey, save me some. You bastard, let go of my soup!"