"Um?"
Meng Sheng was slightly surprised, and suddenly thought of something, "Did you meet him when you came up just now?"
Pei Sui nodded without saying anything.
Meng Sheng said, "The water pipe in the bathroom broke in the afternoon, and the water flowed into the living room. He helped me, and to express my gratitude, I cooked a meal at home, and he left after we finished eating."
The process behind her words was not clear, and it could not even be called an explanation. She just simply told him what happened today.
But her attitude was frank and her eyes were clear, without any intention of dodging.
Pei Sui was not the kind of person who insisted on getting to the bottom of things, but the image of Fu Chen walking out of the elevator just now was like a needle stuck in his heart.
To him, the Zuo'an Courtyard was like a harbor that belonged only to him and Meng Sheng.
Especially Meng Sheng's home, where only a man from another family had entered before. Now that Fu Chen has broken in, he feels a subtle sense of rejection in his heart.
It's like a child feels like someone dear to him is about to be taken away.
This is a very strong possessive desire at work.
After listening to Meng Sheng's words, he suppressed the burning emotions in his heart, focused on her previous words, frowned and asked, "The water pipe is cracked? Is it serious?"
As he spoke, he carried Sisi into the living room.
I saw obvious water stains on the floor outside the bathroom, and several cabinets that were originally standing against the wall were now standing in the middle, either horizontally or vertically.
There is no beauty at all.
There was water on the four corners of each cabinet, but there were obvious signs of wiping.
He stepped into the restroom again and saw that it was still messy, so he knew that a maintenance worker had come in there in the afternoon.
Meng Sheng rarely uses the bathroom in the living room. She usually uses the bathroom in the master bedroom, so there are not many of her personal belongings here.
Not even towels.
He remembered the wet marks on Fu Chen's clothes and trousers, and he also understood the reason.
Meng Sheng followed him and said, seeing how carefully he looked at it, "It's okay, it's already been fixed. It's just that those cabinets need to be moved to the French window tomorrow morning and exposed to the sun to dry out the water."
Pei Sui nodded, "Those cabinets are heavy, don't do it alone, be careful not to fall, I'll help you tomorrow morning."
Meng Sheng was not a person who liked to show off, so he did not refuse and agreed with a smile, "Okay. Then can I cook you a bowl of noodles?"
Pei Sui certainly had no objection, "Okay."
"Then go to the sofa and take a rest. I'll go get you a glass of water..."
"No, I can do it myself, you go ahead and do your thing."
Meng Sheng didn't say anything else and turned into the kitchen.
Cooking noodles was actually simple. She set up two pots, one for cooking noodles and the other for frying eggs. At the same time, she chopped some green onions and took out a piece of braised beef from the refrigerator yesterday.
More than ten minutes later, a bowl of noodles covered with two poached eggs, half of the braised beef, and two green vegetables was freshly prepared.
The temperature of the noodle soup immediately spread to the wall of the bowl. Just as Meng Sheng reached out to pick it up, he retracted his hand because he was burned.
She subconsciously wanted to touch her ears to relieve the burning sensation on her fingertips, but a hand with slightly cool fingertips suddenly held her hand from behind.
He must have just washed his hands, and the slightly cool touch quickly neutralized the burning sensation on her fingertips.
Meng Sheng was stunned, and when he turned around, he met a pair of deep and beautiful eyes.
Pei Sui asked, "Did you get burned?"
A fresh, elegant yet somewhat overbearing cedar scent unreasonably drilled into her nose and quickly occupied her entire sense of smell.
Her breathing slowed down a bit, and her voice became much lighter, "No."
Pei Sui lowered his eyes and looked at her seriously. He took a step forward and gently pinched her slender and soft fingertips. "Are you feeling better?"
Meng Sheng felt his attack, but he did not retreat like before. He stood still and said, "It's okay. Take the noodles out. Eat them while they're hot, otherwise they will clump together easily."
"Okay." Pei Sui responded softly, his eyes naturally falling on her lips.
The shape of her lips was very beautiful, like the petals of a newly opened rose, the natural red containing a hint of water, and the slightly upward curve was like the elegant ripples spread out by the spring breeze across the lake.
Pei Sui suddenly took another step closer, his chest only a fist away from her.
This time, Meng Sheng really couldn't help but take a step back, and his lower back hit the edge of the kitchen counter.
There is no way to retreat.
Pei Sui let go of her hand, stretched out his arms, and supported himself on the edge of the cooking table, instantly reducing her range of movement and trapping her in his arms.
Meng Sheng was stunned and looked up at him. Coincidentally, he lowered his head slightly, and the tips of their noses were only three or four centimeters apart.
His warm breath fell squarely on her fair and beautiful face.
Her breath stagnated and she tried to speak, "Pei Sui, come on..."
A lump.
Unfortunately, the two unfinished words and her soft and gentle voice were swallowed by him.
The kiss came suddenly, but Meng Sheng was not surprised.
As soon as he approached, Meng Sheng could feel the strong possession and turbidity in his eyes.
It was like a skilled, shrewd, and silent hunter had locked onto her prey, determined to catch her.
Their lips touched, and at this moment, the longing in Pei Sui's chest seemed to have finally been well relieved.
He raised his hand slightly and put his arm around her waist, squeezing the air between their chests so that there was no place for it to escape.
He pecked her lips gently, trying to make her tense body slowly relax.
But my willpower is not strong enough at all.
Within a few seconds, his kisses began to get heavier and deeper.
Meng Sheng was unable to resist his attack, and with his head tilted upward, he could no longer bear the pressure, so he began to retreat.
"Um... Pei..."
Pei Sui held her head with his hands and replied incoherently, "Yes, I'm here."
The man's deep voice was like the electricity leaking from a late-night radio station. The hoarse vibration was wrapped in the thickness of honey, which made people's tailbone tingle.
His fingertips, covered with thin calluses, gently stroked the delicate and soft skin on the back of her neck.
Meng Sheng raised his hands and tightly grasped his collar. His body became increasingly weaker and he simply fell into his arms.
Pei Sui held her waist tightly, and whenever she had difficulty breathing, he would slow down the force of his kiss, helping her to slowly recover her breathing.
Meng Sheng felt like a drowning fish. Every time she felt there was enough air for her to breathe, a more suffocating kiss would come at her.
The temperature in the semi-open kitchen gradually rose, causing a thin layer of sweat to form on everyone's bodies.
In a daze, Meng Sheng felt the changes in his body. He straightened up involuntarily and tightened his hands that were holding his collar slightly.
Pei Sui also knew this. He finally sucked her lips hard, then moved away quickly and stared into her eyes darkly and deeply.
Meng Sheng's pupils trembled slightly, and she hurriedly tried to get out of his arms, but he held her tightly.
He tilted his head and buried his face in the crook of her neck, breathing deeply, his hoarse voice filled with restraint and forbearance.
"Don't move."
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