Chapter 82 "Who made me my sister's good little dog?"
Lou Zhao frowned in disgust, "Psycho."
Seeing Jiang Yanchu coming over, Lou Zhao raised the knife in his hand and threatened, "If you dare to come over, I will stab you."
Jiang Yanchu didn't even stop for a second. Lou Zhao was forced into a corner, and the resentment of being imprisoned for many days burst out, and he stabbed the knife out suddenly.
Lou Zhao's pupils shrank slightly because Jiang Yanchu grasped the blade she had stabbed out with his palm.
Blood immediately flowed out from the gaps between his fingers.
Jiang Yanchu thought Lou Zhao would let go, but he was wrong. He was crazy, and Lou Zhao was even crazier. He grabbed the handle of the knife and pulled it out.
Strings of blood splattered in the air, and the white bones were exposed in Jiang Yanchu's palm, which was terrifying to see.
There was a stinging pain in the palm of my hand, but it was nothing compared to the pain in my heart.
Now he knew that Lou Zhao had no feelings for him at all.
With lightning speed, Jiang Yanchu grabbed the fruit knife from Lou Zhao's hand, and used his uninjured hand to grab her shoulder, forcibly dragging her against the coffee table.
The hand moved upwards, strangling her neck and holding it tightly. The hand dripping with blood came close to Lou Zhao's lips.
He ordered coldly, "Lick it clean."
Lou Zhao slowly rubbed his hand across the coffee table, touched the ashtray, grabbed it, and suddenly raised his arm to hit Jiang Yanchu's head with great force.
Jiang Yanchu felt a little dizzy after being hit on the head, and Lou Zhao took the opportunity to restrain him.
…
January 15th, the day before Xie Jinghe’s birthday.
In the evening, Chen Shuangli cooked by herself.
This was her first time cooking at home, as her aunt usually cooked.
Xie Jinghe, dressed in home clothes, walked into the kitchen with his hands in his pockets, "Sister, just make what you like tonight, you don't have to make what I like."
Make what he likes to eat, but he doesn’t like spicy food, so it won’t suit Chen Shuangli’s taste.
"No, I want to make what you like." Chen Shuangli looked back at him.
Xie Jinghe's voice was lazy and nonchalant, "Sister, why do you love me so much? I'm so moved that I want to pee in my eyes."
This is not an exaggeration, Xie Jinghe was really touched.
His sister actually cooked for him herself. She used to avoid him and say she hated him. She would never have been treated like this before.
Xie Jinghe walked to Chen Shuangli's side, and put his arms around the girl's slender waist from behind.
He bent his tall and straight body down, buried his face in her fragrant neck, sucked his thin lips on her delicate skin, and hummed,
"Kiss the baby..."
Chen Shuangli turned around, tilted her head up and looked at Xie Jinghe, pouting slightly, looking charming, "Only kiss my neck? Then my mouth will be left out?"
The lips were bright red and translucent, as beautiful as a rose covered with morning dew.
Xie Jinghe's eyes dimmed instantly, and he stared straight at Chen Shuangli's pretty face.
But there was no move to kiss.
In the quiet air, Chen Shuangli was a little embarrassed, with a faint pink on her cheeks.
I originally wanted to respond to Xie Jinghe more proactively, but now...
If I had known this earlier, I wouldn’t have learned the flirting techniques on the Internet.
Xie Jinghe laughed softly, and his two beautiful bony hands lightly placed on the edge of the stove and on both sides of Chen Shuangli's body, holding her in front of him in a semi-circular posture.
The man lowered his head, his eyes level with hers, his amorous and slender eyes slightly raised, the corners of his lips raised in a wicked arc, and he teased her with ease,
"Baby, which one do you want me to kiss--?"
“--?”
"still……--?"
Chen Shuangli: “…”
Chen Shuangli turned around, but because she was surrounded by Xie Jinghe, the space was narrow and limited, and her movements were as clumsy as a penguin.
"I'm not going to talk to you anymore. I need to cook."
Xie Jinghe chuckled, still keeping his arms around her, leaning over her ear and blowing a warm breath maliciously.
"Want to cook while we're at it?"
The first cooking is normal cooking, the second is...
Although Chen Shuangli's thoughts are relatively simple, after watching the video, she also understands another meaning of cooking.
She angrily pushed Xie Jinghe, who was lying behind her, back with her elbow and said, "Shut up, little mouth."
"Go away quickly, I need to cook."
Xie Jinghe let out a lazy "ah" and lowered his voice to say ambiguously, "Don't worry, I'll feed you well and you won't be left out."
After saying this, Xie Jinghe finally stood up straight, walked to the side, and rolled up his sleeves. "I'll come and help. I can't let my sister do it alone."
"I'll wash the vegetables."
As he spoke, Xie Jinghe took a handful of vegetables and turned on the faucet.
It is winter now, and the temperature is cold today. The water level is also low. Xie Jinghe touched the water and it was very cold. He adjusted the water temperature and turned it to warm water before washing the vegetables.
Chen Shuangli glanced at Xie Jinghe and replied, "Okay."
After the ingredients are prepared, Chen Shuangli turns on the fire and puts the vegetables into the pot, making a sizzling sound.
Xie Jinghe leaned casually on the side, watching her skillful cooking skills, "Sister, how can you be so good?"
“She can actually cook.”
"I used to live with my grandma. She's old, so I usually cooked."
"..." After two seconds of silence, Xie Jinghe stood up straight, "Sister, let me do it."
Chen Shuangli glanced at him doubtfully, "Don't you know how to cook?"
He is a young master and has never been involved in housework.
Xie Jinghe said seriously, "I don't know how to do it, but I can learn."
"You don't need to learn. You were born to be served by others."
Don't learn it, she is afraid. When she was in the second year of high school, Xie Jinghe worked hard in the kitchen for more than two hours and ended up making a table full of shabby dishes.
In order not to hurt his self-esteem, she suppressed her nausea and ate a lot of mouthfuls.
Some people are not born to be in the kitchen, like Xie Jinghe. He doesn't even know how much water to put in the simplest way of cooking noodles. The tomato and egg noodles he cooked last time were so thick that she didn't want to eat them.
"Yeah." Xie Jinghe did not deny it. "Others serve me, I serve you."
As he spoke, Xie Jinghe snatched the spatula from Chen Shuangli's hand, with a smile in his eyes, and said nonchalantly, "Good sister, teach me how to cook."
Chen Shuangli took back the spatula and stirred the food in the pot. "I'll do it first this time, and I'll teach you next time, okay?"
She wanted to celebrate his birthday.
Xie Jinghe was silent for a few seconds, "Okay, I'll listen to my sister."
"After all, I'm my sister's good little dog."
Chen Shuangli looked at him.
Her hair is flaxen and her eyes are soft. In the warm light, her facial features are softened and her face is delicate and beautiful. With the corners of her eyes drooping, she really looks like a puppy.
Chen Shuangli was soft-hearted and asked in confusion, "Why do you always call yourself a puppy? Isn't it good to call yourself a human?"
"Okay." Xie Jinghe smiled charmingly, "Then I belong to my sister."
“…”
He's good at it.
The love words are very touching.
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