Chapter 423 He Definitely Has a Crush on Me

Zhu Chuideng felt that her uncle was becoming more and more excessive. At a time of great turmoil, he stayed indoors all day long. Even his three meals a day had to be brought to his bedside by his aunt - he was finding various ways to enslave his wife.

I was distracted for a moment.

When Ye Xiaoman took the bowl, his fingers didn't have time to withdraw and touched her fingers.

I dare not feel how soft and lovely it is.

He suddenly pulled his hand back, and the bowl fell to the ground and broke, and the sweet potato pieces in the bowl rolled all over the floor.

The little brats, eager to see the world in chaos, banged their heads on the table and shouted, "Peace be upon us!"

"I'm sorry." Zhu Chuideng concealed his mistake and squatted on the ground with his head lowered, picking up the broken pieces of ceramic.

Ye Xiaoman stood aside casually, "Be careful not to scratch your hands."

She tapped her fingers on the edge of the table thoughtfully. It was no wonder she thought too much, she felt that Zhu Chuideng's reaction was a bit excessive.

She could swear on her remaining conscience that she didn't touch anyone on purpose.

We live together, so it's normal to accidentally touch or bump into each other. Just move away without paying any attention.

Zhu Chuideng acted as if she had molested him on the spot.

Ye Xiaoman had an idea and squatted down like Zhu Chuideng, right next to the table leg, pretending to be kind enough to help him pick up the fragments.

Like all melodramas, no matter the male and female protagonists' fingers are picking up books or wallets, their fingers will always touch each other in the end. Ye Xiaoman's fingers went straight to Zhu Chuideng and stuck to him.

Zhu Chuideng seemed to have been struck by blood, and his movements froze again.

"Oh, sorry." Ye Xiaoman deliberately rubbed her fingertips against his side with malicious intent.

The two of them slowly raised their heads and their eyes met. A special atmosphere, like an irresistible fruity fragrance, secretly enveloped the two of them.

Zhu Chuideng suddenly pulled his hand back.

Ye Xiaoman was not going to let him go easily. She was almost bored to death while doing the mission and finally found some fun.

She said nervously, "Did you cut your finger?"

She wrapped her hands around his large hands, turning over his fingers to examine them with concern.

Zhu Chuideng's breathing suddenly became rapid. The weather was quite cold, but a thin layer of sweat quickly broke out on his forehead, directly performing a rough guy's version of being at a loss.

He rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably, looking to the side. "No, it's okay."

The rough man had thick skin and flesh, and the porcelain fragment only caused a small drop of blood to seep out of his fingertips.

"Still trying to be brave, you're already bleeding."

Ye Xiaoman put his fingertips into her mouth and sucked them.

Zhu Chuideng felt the soft tip of the tongue sliding across his wound, bringing a shudder he had never felt before. His bones were almost all broken. He was shocked as if he would pass out in the next second, and the circle of his outer earlobe was bright red.

He quickly rescued Ye Xiaoman's finger from her mouth like pulling a tooth from a tiger's mouth and wrapped it in his other hand. He stared at Ye Xiaoman blankly for a while before he came to his senses and stood up suddenly.

"I'll get the cleaning tools."

I stood up too quickly and lost my balance, falling backwards. I had to hold onto the dining table to steady myself.

He fled out of the kitchen.

Ye Xiaoman looked innocent on the outside, but she was laughing out loud in her heart.

The contrast between the dark-skinned athlete and his rough appearance is completely different from his innocent shyness, and the contrast is unexpectedly interesting.

Zhu Chuideng probably hasn't heard that love is something that cannot be concealed, like poverty and a cough, it is the affection that goes down from the corners of the eyes and climbs up to the corners of the mouth, it is the leaky autumn trousers that can't cover the buttocks, it is the scarce meat slices on the rice of a takeout meal, it is the bluffing that Aquaman sees through at a glance.

Ye Xiaoman suddenly felt confident that to gain benefits from Zhu Chuideng she didn't necessarily have to rely on friendship, perhaps love could also do it?

Sister Man’s business is to make men provide her with unlimited sexual pleasure through romantic talks.

Half an hour later, Ye Xiaoman walked into the small bathroom.

The smug look on his face and the way he walked, as if he didn't recognize anyone, made him look completely different from the rat crossing the street who was begging Jing Zhui for more time half an hour ago.

Jing Zhui folded his arms across his chest and leaned against the beam, disappearing into the darkness. He slightly raised his eyelids to glance at Ye Xiaoman, then continued to close his eyes to rest.

The bathtub, water scoop and towel in front of him automatically repeated the movements of scrubbing and scooping water, making the sound of bathing, and it looked like it was haunted.

Why did Ye Xiaoman make an appointment with Jing Zhui in the bathhouse?

Don't forget they are playing mortals.

Mortals need to carry out normal life activities, and taking a bath on time is one of them.

Ye Xiaoman was too annoyed and lazy to boil extra water for Jing Zhui, so they arranged to take a bath together and announced to Zhu Chuideng that they were taking a bath together.

Looking at Zhu Chuideng's ashamed expression, one wonders what this young man in his prime thought when he heard the keyword "mandarin duck bath".

Jing Zhui didn't miss Ye Xiaoman's smug expression. "Good news?"

Ye Xiaoman looked down at the boss with the arrogance of a sales champion, "Zhu Chuideng likes me."

Jing Zhui thought she was daydreaming, "Absolutely impossible."

Ye Xiaoman: "Really? If I use a little trick, he will tell me the location of the family heirloom."

Jing Zhui insisted on his opinion without wavering, as if he was defending the last dignity of the world, "Wake up."

He warned: "If you dare to fool me next time, you will suffer the consequences."

Knock knock knock.

There was a knock on the bathroom door.

Zhu Chuideng's voice rang beside the two people's ears, "Is anyone there?"

Ye Xiaoman realized that she was so happy that she forgot to light the lamp.

She told Jing Zhui to keep quiet and hide, and gave him a look that said, "Open your eyes and look carefully."

She can prove that what she said is true.

Zhu blew out the lamp and knocked on the door, but no one answered. Seeing that there was no light coming through the paper window, he guessed that there was no one inside, so he pushed the door open and went in.

He was feeling depressed and in urgent need of cold water to sober up. After entering the room, he paid no attention to his surroundings. He lit the tea oil lamp on the shelf, untied his belt, and took off his shirt.

Finally, wearing only a pair of trousers and bare-chested, he walked to the ceramic vat in the middle of the bathroom.

The honey-colored muscles exude masculine hormones, and a family jade pendant hangs around his neck with a red rope, the jade pendant almost sinking into the deep chest muscles.

The waistband of his pants was casually tightened with a cloth strip, and his muscular and perfect inverted triangle figure looked like a giant about to jump out when he walked.

On cold spring nights, Zhu Chudeng scooped up cold water with a gourd ladle and poured it on his body.

He felt as if someone was watching him, and thought there was a monster lurking in the dark. He turned his head alertly, his eyes like knives, looking to his side.

The light from the tea oil lamp on the shelf was limited, and from his feet, most of the bathtub was immersed in darkness.

He saw a streak of silver in the darkness, so white that it was dazzling, like the snow in the dead of winter but without the coldness. If he compared it to tofu, he could not describe its fragrant and vivid feeling.

He was still wondering what this thing was when the white line moved from the back to the front, and its specific outline slowly emerged within the range barely illuminated by the halo of the tea oil lamp.

It turned out to be Ye Xiaoman.

Ye Xiaoman seemed to have fallen asleep in the water while taking a bath.