Chapter 1689 Subsequent Fermentation

Sunlight streamed in through the window onto the sink, which was so clean it reflected the light.

Cheng Zhiyuan is cooking porridge.

The wooden spoon slowly scraped the edge of the pot, stirring the bubbling porridge in circles until it was evenly stirred.

When the time was almost up, the man leaned over to taste a little before turning off the fire, wiping his hands and walking towards the living room.

The girl was curled up in a blanket on the big sofa and fell asleep again.

She still had the script in her hand, her brows still slightly furrowed, and her soft breathing made the edge of the blanket rise and fall slightly. She looked very quiet and well-behaved.

Cheng Zhiyuan sat down at the table, resting one hand on it, his eyes fixed on the girl.

His eyes slid across every inch of Shen Pianpian's face, and then inadvertently fell into the shadow under the collar.

The mottled red marks began to spread from the neck, and because of the girl's extremely delicate and fair skin, the visual effect became even more voluptuous.

His mind involuntarily emerged the image of the girl last night sobbing softly under him, but still hugging him tightly.

Cheng Zhiyuan quickly pulled his eyes away, took a deep breath, then leaned down calmly and kissed the girl's soft face.

"Eat, lazy pig."

The girl fluttered her eyelashes and frowned even tighter as she turned her head.

She took a deep breath before opening her eyes, squinting at Cheng Zhiyuan, then she reached out and hugged the man's neck, who hadn't had time to leave, and dived into his arms regardless of anything.

"I do not feel well."

She repeated this again.

The voice was muffled in the man's chest, sounding aggrieved and pitiful.

Cheng Zhiyuan closed his eyes for a moment, then smiled helplessly.

"Do you want me to say sorry?"

He sat on the table and hugged the girl, pressing her head into his arms and patting it, and laughed softly.

"I'm sorry, I was so rude."

The ending tone was low and hoarse with a hint of laughter, and when it entered the ears, it immediately caused a fatal numbness.

Shen Pianpian shook her ears imperceptibly, and then her earlobes slowly turned red.

"......Shut up."

Cheng Zhiyuan obeyed her almost inaudible and very embarrassing command and simply bent down to pick up the girl horizontally, then turned around and put her on the dining chair.

Next came a leisurely breakfast.

For some reason, no one spoke during the entire meal.

The atmosphere was not awkward, but there was a strange sense of ambiguity and stickiness in the silence.

Shen Pianpian bit her chopsticks while quietly looking up at the man opposite her.

The sunlight shone in from behind him, outlining his figure very clearly. His shoulders were broad but not bulky, with just the right strength and beauty, giving people a sense of security.

His face is also very handsome.

I've never really paid attention to it before, but...

The image of the man's sweat-covered forehead, his face made even more profound by the dim light, and his eyes staring straight down at me came to mind.

When it is extremely black, steel blue eyes will appear under the eyes.

The steel blue was particularly rich against the pitch-black night. He stared at her so intently, as if the ocean was about to drip from his eyes and penetrate into her eye sockets.

So sexy and charming that it leaves people speechless.

Someone's spoon hit the edge of the bowl, making a crisp sound.

Shen Pianpian suddenly came back to her senses, and the next moment she met Cheng Zhiyuan's unintentional eyes.

Both of them were slightly startled, and then for some reason, they quickly looked away.

The air then became even more strange and ambiguous.