Chapter 34 Let Go of My Soup!

Xiao Ning is a junior in the Art Department of University A. The painting major is a major art major in the school. Even though 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, and he was lying on the bed half-dead, with his eyes open, with a miserable appearance that he might drive a crane to the west at any time.

Suddenly, the knocking sound outside the door broke the silence of the room, and also pulled back Xiaoning's three souls and seven souls.

Xiao Ning frowned slightly, but did not get up immediately to open the door, the knocking on the door continued for a while and then stopped.

Just when Xiaoning thought the people outside the door had left, the knock on the door rang again.

Xiao Ning's face darkened, she sat up clutching her aching stomach, and ran out angrily.

As soon as I opened the door of the dormitory, I saw a delivery boy standing at the door, and asked naively, "Is it Ms. Xia Ningxi? Your express delivery has arrived."

"Takeaway? I didn't order..." Xiaoning stopped abruptly when he reached his lips, suddenly remembering that he had actually won a "takeaway" when he participated in the lottery in the live broadcast room ten minutes ago?

Returning to the house with the expedited delivery from the delivery boy, Xiao Ning couldn't wait to open the outer packaging and saw the familiar sweet soup at a glance.

As soon as the insulation box was opened, the suppressed sweet fragrance rushed to the brain, which was very exciting.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect. When I smell this smell, my stomach that was so stuffy seems to feel a lot better all of a sudden.

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

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

The little drum bag moved, and a feeble complaint came out: "Why? I finally had to squint a little, and suddenly came to shoot me..."

"Look at what this is?"

An An got out of the quilt, glanced at the thing that Xiaoning handed over, and frowned: "What is this? Soup? It smells good, but I don't drink sweet soup very much, and I have no appetite now."

"This is a lottery I drew from an anchor. What is Motherwort Egg Soup? It is said to treat dysmenorrhea. Shall we... try it?"

"Anchor? A lottery? That's not a Sanwu product. You're not afraid of eating yourself into the hospital?"

Xiao Ning was actually a little hesitant, but this dysmenorrhea is not a disease, and it is really deadly when it hurts.

"Then why don't I want to have a drink. If you can, you can drink it. If there is really any problem, you can still call an ambulance for me."

An An frowned when she heard the words, holding down Xiao Ning's hand that was about to be retrieved, and said weakly, "No, I'll do it. If something happens, if you fall down, I may not have the strength to call an ambulance. "

After An An finished speaking, regardless of Xiao Ning's reaction, she simply took a sip of soup and drank it into her stomach.

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

An An smashed it and said, "It's pretty good."

Xiao Ning: "..."

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

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

However, in the next second, she couldn't think about it so much, because her hot chicken roommate actually took the thermos box and poured it into her mouth with the momentum of blowing on the bottle.

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

Thank you for the 588 reward from back-lighting, and thanks to the 100 reward from Wei Liang Tu's eyes and half of his heart, alright~