"Hiss. It's so hot today." He pursed his lips and deliberately tugged at his vest.
Yun Xiang ignored him and watched the legal program on TV.
A man intentionally followed a young woman and then lifted her clothes to engage in indecent behavior. This has been issued a notice and he has been fined 5,000 yuan and detained for two weeks.
Cheng Che: “…” Shit!
Yun Xiang silently changed the channel and noticed Cheng Che's face falling.
Cheng Che reached for the orange on the coffee table. As he peeled it, he looked at Yun Xiang.
"Still angry?" His voice was even a little husky.
Yunxiang didn't say anything, just used the remote control to play TV, seemingly calm.
Cheng Che put an orange slice in his mouth.
Too sweet.
He subconsciously handed the orange to Yun Xiang and said, "It's sweet."
Cheng Che was a little stunned by the action of handing over the orange.
Yun Xiang didn't take it, but the look in his eyes seemed to say: I want to eat.
Cheng Che clicked his tongue, taking in her expression. He simply sat down next to Yun Xiang.
Yun Xiang immediately caught a whiff of that familiar shower gel scent. It was so faint, so light, that it reached her nose without warning. It was a bit ambiguous, with an indescribable sense of aggression.
Cheng Che raised his hand, pinched Yun Xiang's face, and stuffed an orange slice into her mouth.
Yun Xiang was slightly startled, the sweetness of the orange bursting in her mouth. The warmth of Cheng Che's fingertips scalded her cheeks.
This orange slice is indeed sweet. Yun swallowed the curse on his lips.
Cheng Che pursed his lips and swallowed his saliva as he watched Yun Xiang's pink lips move gently as she chewed.
Cheng Che hid the heat that was gradually burning in his heart, looked into Yun Xiang's beautiful almond-shaped eyes, and asked in a deep voice, "Is it sweet?"
Perhaps it was because they were too close, their actions too intimate, or perhaps it was because the atmosphere was just right for this situation. Yun Xiang looked at Cheng Che's handsome face and felt his heartbeat speed up.
Yun Xiang turned his head away, said "hmm" as if nothing had happened, and continued watching TV.
Cheng Che: “…” She was so calm.
As calm as a scumbag who pulls up his pants and leaves after having fun.
But he is going crazy!
He was like a conspicuous bag, making such a worthless thing, but she didn't even look at him twice!
Cheng Che deeply felt what it meant to suffer a Waterloo in life.
"A-choo——" Cheng Che sneezed.
Yun Xiang then glanced at him.
He was already sick with a cold, but he still went downstairs showing off in just a vest.
Serves you right.
Maybe it was because Yun wanted to curse him in his heart, but Cheng Che sneezed again.
"A-choo!"
This sound is louder than the previous one.
Cheng Che felt tinnitus.
He pulled his ears, frowned, and felt a little uncomfortable.
Yun wanted to get up and go to the room.
Cheng Che looked at her back, leaning on the sofa with a dejected look on his face.
It's so heartless and difficult to deal with!
He picked up the blanket beside him and was about to put it on.
Then Yunxiang came out of the room again.
Just as Cheng Che was about to tear off the blanket, Yun Xiang shouted, "Cheng Che, if you faint from a fever again tonight, I won't take care of you."
Beyond words: Just try to pull it off!
Cheng Che: “…”
He silently pulled the blanket back.
Yun Xiang glared at him and threw the hair dryer to him, "Dry your hair, take your medicine and go to sleep!"
Cheng Che holds the blowpipe and talks to himself.
You see, he said Yun Xiang wouldn’t be so heartless!
Yun wanted to go back to his room. When he was closing the door, he heard the sound of a blowpipe coming from the living room.
Damn Cheng Che, he really can’t take care of himself.
What the hell is going on? It's so hot and he's feeding her oranges... Do you think she's the kind of person who can be seduced easily?
Boom——
There was a sudden knock on the door.
Yun Xiang bit her toothbrush as she pushed open the door. Cheng Che was leaning against it. He didn't look very well, after all, he had just been seriously ill.
Yun Xiang raised an eyebrow and leaned against the door, imitating him.
The two people looked at each other.
Cheng Che narrowed his eyes and smiled, his smooth hair making him look very cute. He said in a flattering manner, "Blow it dry."
Yun Xiang remained silent and brushed his teeth expressionlessly.
You have to tell her about this, right?
Yun Xiang took the toothbrush and softened his attitude. "Cheng Che, I'm not angry anymore. I really just want to calm down. Give me some space, okay?"
Cheng Che frowned.
She wasn't lying, she just wanted to calm down.
It's quiet all around.
The leaves outside the window were rustling in the wind, quiet yet noisy.
Cheng Che just looked at Yun Xiang, and time seemed to stand still.
Yun Xiang couldn't see the emotions in his eyes.
After a while, he nodded, an awkward smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said, "Okay."
"Calm down."
Cheng Che put the blowpipe in Yun Xiang's hand.
Yun Xiang suddenly felt that the blowpipe was so heavy that her arm paused.
For a moment, I couldn't tell which was heavier, the blowpipe or his "good".
Yun wanted to close the door and put the blowpipe into the drawer. The cord of the blowpipe was neatly arranged.
Yun wanted to wash his hands, so he leaned against the sink with a towel in his hand and stared blankly for a long time.
It's like heal yourself, or like you're trying to convince yourself.
After a long while, Yun wanted to throw away the towel. She pushed open the bedroom door and was about to go out.
I saw Cheng Che alone in the living room.
There was no light in the living room, the TV was on, with only a flickering picture but no sound.
He sat right where Yun Xiang was sitting, as if he had something he couldn't figure out, and he sat there quietly.
Yunxiang turned around, went back to his room, and closed the door gently.
Cheng Che turned his head and just saw her door close.
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