Chapter 89 Let's Leave Later
Jiang Zixuan couldn't help but burst out laughing, and reached out her hand to rub the soft hair on its chin with amusement.
"Okay, don't think about it, just let some things take their course."
The tiger cub nodded dejectedly.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door.
She blinked. Who is it?
She walked over and opened the door.
I only saw Jin Mohan standing outside the door.
He was holding a tray with bowls and chopsticks and a small pot on it.
She looked up in confusion.
Looking at her standing at the door, there was a hint of doting in the depths of his eyes.
He lifted the tray up with a smile on his face, "Since you didn't eat much for dinner, I cooked something for you."
Jiang Zixuan looked at the tray and for a moment she forgot to react.
Jin Mohan looked at her with amusement, and patted her head with one hand, "What's wrong? Are you so hungry that you want to eat the tray?"
Jiang Zixuan came back to her senses the moment she was photographed.
I quickly made way for him to come in.
Jin Mohan walked in and put the tray on the table.
Looking at the clean and tidy room, he raised his eyebrows slightly and teased Jiang Zixuan who was still standing at the door: "Come over, are you planning to sleep at the door tonight?"
After saying that, he sat on the sofa and opened the lid of the pot. Hot steam mixed with aroma rose instantly, filling the originally empty and cold room, adding a touch of fireworks and warmth.
With his slender white fingers, he held the porcelain bowl and quickly served her a bowl of noodles, placing it across the table. With a big smile in his eyes, he slightly raised his chin towards her, motioning her to come over and eat the noodles.
Jiang Zixuan looked at the man who was clearly in her room but felt as comfortable as if it was his room, pursed her lips, and walked over.
Sitting opposite him, looking at the bowl of steaming, beautiful and fragrant noodles, her heart unconsciously warmed.
Jin Mohan stood up and sat next to her, handed her the chopsticks, and touched her soft hair with his other hand, smiling, "Silly girl, eat quickly, aren't you hungry?"
Jiang Zixuan looked at Jin Mohan with gentle eyes, paused, reached out to take it, lowered her head to pick up the bowl, picked up a piece of noodles with chopsticks, put it into her mouth, and chewed it carefully.
The warm noodles melted in her mouth, and the heat from the bowl seemed to reach her eyes, making her eyes feel sore unconsciously.
She lowered her head, and Jin Mohan did not notice anything unusual about her. He saw her eating with chopsticks one after another, his eyes full of doting.
He didn't say anything either, just watched her eat quietly.
The room was quiet but not cold. Under the white light, a faint warmth lingered between the two people.
Jiang Zixuan took another bowl and started eating.
Not long after, Jiang Zixuan put down the bowl and wiped her mouth.
Jin Mohan supported his chin with his hands, his dark eyes full of smiles, which was both handsome and seductive.
"Are you full?"
Jiang Zixuan touched her belly and nodded, "Yeah," and looked at the pots and bowls on the table, "Thank you. Are you touched?
Of course yes.
This was the first time someone cooked something for her.
Jin Mohan leaned back in the chair, folded his arms, and smiled, "That's it?"
Hmm? She looked up, what else?
"Then...how about I cook noodles for you?"
The corner of Jin Mohan's mouth twitched slightly, and he reached out and rudely slapped her twice on the plump forehead.
"Squeak" Jiang Zixuan hugged her head instantly and shrugged her shoulders.
Jin Mohan looked at her holding her head, not responding for a long time, with a slightly raised eyebrow.
"I didn't use any force, just two gentle strokes. Don't try that. I don't believe it."
His tone was relaxed and smiling.
However, the man still held his head and did not respond.
When Jin Mohan took a look, he saw that her shoulders were slightly shaking and she seemed to be sobbing.
His heart tightened instantly, and he quickly hugged her, "What's wrong? Did it really hurt? Let me take a look!"
As he said this, he tried to hold her face, but she had her head lowered so he couldn't see her face at all.
He became anxious instantly, "Jiang Zixuan! Lift your head and let me see, don't scare me! Does it hurt? Speak!"
Jiang Zixuan lowered her head, listening to his nervous words. Suddenly, a warm current seemed to flow through her heart, and she slowly raised her head.
With just one glance, Jin Mohan's eyes narrowed instantly, and his heart felt as if it was pricked by a needle, and a tingling pain arose.
Jiang Zixuan's face was full of tears and her eyes were red, which was completely different from her usual dashing yet indifferent appearance. Now she looked pitiful, and her eyes, which had been washed by tears, appeared even more distinct in black and white, which was beautiful yet made people's hearts ache.
Jin Mohan's eyes were full of heartache and self-blame. He hurriedly held her face and wiped the tears from her eyes. Then he gently put his hand on the place that had just been hit and rubbed it gently.
"Does it still hurt?"
When Jiang Zixuan met those tender and caring eyes, she almost couldn't hold back her tears. She bit her lip, endured the soreness in her eyes, and shook her head. She looked at the handsome face so close to her, and her usual indifference was gone, and even her wisdom seemed to have disappeared at this moment.
This guy, why does he believe everything she says?
Jin Mohan looked at her, his lips curled slightly, and his tone was doting, "You are so delicate, it's not like the usual energy of killing zombies and cutting watermelons."
I don’t know if it’s because I cried today, but now I don’t have the urge to refute. I just curled my lips.
Jin Mohan laughed, "Are you still not convinced?"
Jiang Zixuan looked innocent, shrugged, and started to clean up the dishes and pots.
Jin Mohan held her hand, his eyes full of smiles, "Okay, let me do it."
Then he started putting the dishes on the tray and stood up.
"Go to bed early."
Jiang Zixuan also stood up, her eyes still red, but with a hint of smile on her face, she nodded slightly.
Jin Mohan walked up to her, reached out and touched her head, his eyes doting, "Be good."
Jiang Zixuan couldn't help rolling her eyes as she listened to his words that sounded like he was doting on a child.
Jin Mohan chuckled, his handsome face seemed to glow, making people unable to take their eyes off him, he was so beautiful.
Tonight might be a good night, otherwise, why would she lose consciousness so often?
She closed the door and lay on the bed. She had been planning to practice her supernatural powers tonight, but now her mind was full of the scene just now, and she suddenly had no intention of practicing her supernatural powers.
She lay on her side, hugging the quilt, with no focus in her eyes.
I raised my hand and pressed it on my heart. I could still clearly feel a different frequency there than before.
She buried her face in the soft quilt, but couldn't suppress the curve of her lips.
late at night
Another room
The little boy lying on the bed slowly opened his eyes.
Looking at the clean and tidy room in front of him, for a moment, he thought he had returned to the time before the end of the world.
However, his consciousness soon told him that it was just an illusion.
He looked down at the needle marks on his arm.
The scenes in the laboratory echoed in his mind, his heart was filled with anger and unwillingness, and his eyes, which were originally black and white, were filled with a strong red.
The supernatural powers in the body began to become disordered, and the breath became chaotic.
"Well"
He couldn't help but cry out in pain.
While in the laboratory, he had injected countless reagents whose names and functions he did not know, and had drawn countless amounts of blood.
Even if he was rescued now, he couldn't predict what changes would occur in himself, whether for good or bad.
He slowly regulated the supernatural powers in his body, and when the pain subsided, he slowly stood up, looking at the comfortable room and the bandaged wounds. His originally broken heart seemed to slowly heal.
Looking at the dark night outside.
My original plan to leave immediately began to waver.
His feet reached the ground and slowly returned to the quilt. He pursed his lips and thought, forget it, he planned to meet the person who saved him.
Just... leave later.
(End of this chapter)
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