To deal with Qu Jian'er's teasing remark.
He even wanted to pry open Qu Jian'er's brain to see what kind of filthy waste was inside.
Why would you say something like that out of the blue?
Even he was caught off guard.
People are your best friends.
You can't hit them, and you can't scold them.
Zuo Chen's eyes darkened, and he stiffly changed the subject: "What are you holding?"
Qu Jian'er subconsciously hid the inner lining behind her back.
Zuo Chen smiled: "You don't expect me to get up first thing in the morning and go looking for something that's missing from the house, do you?"
Qu Jian'er quickly turned her back to Zuo Chen.
She quickly finished the instant noodle soup and handed the empty inner pot of the magnetic rice cooker to the person in front of her.
Something seemed to be churning in Zuo Chen's deep, dark eyes, and he was trying hard to suppress both laughter and tears.
To avoid attracting the attention of others.
He invited the person directly into the door.
Qu Jian'er, wearing a cartoon nightgown, walked into the gray-toned room. She felt like she had fallen into a colorful world of gray and white, completely out of place with the place she was in.
She doesn't understand.
Why is Zuo Chen's aesthetic sense the same as Bai Wei's?
Everyone agreed that she suited these childish clothes, and prepared all such clothes for her.
As she walked and thought, she found herself in a bedroom filled with Zuo Chen's scent!
This is Zuo Chen's bedroom!
Qu Jian'er gasped, "Hiss, I've never been inside someone else's boudoir before in my entire life."
Zuo Chen smiled again: "What did you just say?"
Qu Jian'er saw Zuo Chen's ambiguous smile and didn't dare to repeat herself.
Zuo Chen got up and was about to leave: "What else would you like to eat? I'll have someone prepare it."
Qu Jian'er misspoke, saying, "You."
Zuo Chen: "!!!???"
Qu Jian'er wanted to slap herself: "No, I meant you stay here and let me take a few puffs... uh, no, I mean I want to eat and suck..."
Zuo Chen was absolutely certain that Qu Jian'er had teased him, although he didn't want to admit it.
But this feeling doesn't seem so bad.
Just like when he took off his identity badge and Qu Jian'er accepted it obediently, he felt the same joy.
When Zuo Chen returned with the kitchen robot.
Qu Jian'er was lying in a ball with the white cat in the corner.
That moment.
He felt like his heart had been struck.
Is the air not circulating properly? It's making him feel a bit thirsty.
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