Chapter 8 008 Yu Zeyuan
The rainstorm was like a waterfall, and the night was as thick as insoluble ink.
Yu Zeyuan was like a homeless stray dog, revealing the desolation and despair of being abandoned by the whole world.
But the overly outstanding facial features and the wet clothes that fit tightly to the body create a very seductive sense of fragmentation.
Xue Yi's heart trembled, and he suddenly remembered the day when he picked up the raindrops, it was also raining heavily.
A fatalistic chill climbed up my spine.
"Why are you here? How do you know where I live?"
Alarm bells rang in her mind. She had always kept her home address well protected and had never mentioned it to anyone.
Anger and unspeakable pain surged in Yu Zeyuan's cold eyes, as if he would be swallowed up by this merciless rainy night in the next second.
"Here." His voice was hoarse, and his movements were filled with suppressed ruthlessness. Without further ado, he stuffed a thick stack of envelopes into her slightly cold palm: "From now on, we are even!"
Waiting in the rain for so long and making yourself look so miserable, just to pay back the money?
Xue Yi pursed her lips, feeling mixed emotions.
The edges of the envelope in my hand were softened by the rain, but it still retained its warmth...
In the end, emotion overwhelmed reason, "How about coming to my house for a while?"
As soon as she said this, she regretted it.
Is this inviting trouble? Or is it asking for trouble?
As a result, the other party did not appreciate it at all: "No need."
Seeing him so stubborn, the guilt in my heart disappeared.
Xue Yi couldn't help but sneered and turned away: "Okay, if you have a cold and fever, don't blame me."
*
The room was warm and comfortable, dispelling the chill.
The little raindrop noticed a stranger and pricked up his ears alertly, bared his teeth, and kept a certain distance.
Xue Yi took out a new, fluffy towel from the room, as well as a set of loose cotton T-shirt and sports pants that she seldom wore.
"The bathroom is over there. There's a dryer in there, and it's quite powerful..."
She paused, her eyes sweeping over the front of his soaked shirt and trousers. Her face was expressionless, but her voice was lowered. "After you take a shower, you can dry your clothes. Otherwise... they'll be uncomfortable if they're wet."
The implication is clear.
It means close fitting...
Yu Zeyuan took the clothes expressionlessly, but when he heard the second half of the sentence, he suddenly froze in place.
That handsome face that was enough to make countless girls fall in love with him suddenly turned red and white.
He hurriedly avoided her gaze, the pile of soft cloth in his hand instantly becoming a hot potato. He stretched out his long legs, hurriedly fled into the bathroom, and slammed the door shut.
Xue Yi looked at the closed door with a smile on his face.
Haha, quite innocent.
In the bathroom.
Yu Zeyuan turned on the faucet, scooped up some cold water and splashed it on his face, trying to dissipate the heat on his cheeks.
He supported himself on the sink with his hands, slowly raised his head, and his eyes met the disheveled figure in the mirror.
His face was pale, his wet black hair was messy and stuck to his forehead, and there was an indelible dejection in his eyes.
That harsh rebuke echoed in my ears again—
"Take this money and get out of here! You're just like your mother, all you care about is money, money, money!"
He suddenly lowered his head, gripping the edge of the table with his knuckles so tightly that his joints buckled and made a crackling sound, as if he wanted to crush all his resentment and grievances in his palms.
When he looked up again, the eyes in the mirror had lost all their fragility, leaving only a bone-chilling coldness. His chest heaved violently, and a resolute thought emerged.
That place... He will never go back!
Xiao Yudian walked back and forth anxiously at the bathroom door, sniffing the scent under the crack.
Xue Yi picked up the dog food and poured it into the feeder.
The crisp sound immediately attracted the attention of the little raindrop, and it ran over happily.
Looking at it wolfing down the food, Xue Yi belatedly realized that he was hungry. He touched his stomach and turned to walk towards the kitchen.
She opened the refrigerator and glanced at it for a few seconds, then took out pasta and tomatoes. Her fingertips paused, and she pulled out another box of refrigerated meat sauce.
*
The bathroom door was opened, bringing with it a stream of hot steam.
Yu Zeyuan walked out wearing Xue Yi's clothes.
The loose T-shirt could barely hold up the girl, but the sweatpants were obviously too short, exposing her skinny ankles to the air, making them look like cropped pants.
On the soft cotton fabric, there was still a faint scent of laundry detergent belonging to Xue Yi.
Just after taking a few steps, a rich and tempting aroma of food penetrated my nose, and my stomach, which had been empty all day, made a "gurgling" sound.
Yu Zeyuan's Adam's apple rolled as he tried to suppress the embarrassing cry of hunger, and his cheeks felt slightly hot again.
Xue Yi heard the sound, but without turning around, he just pointed to the side and said, "Drink that bowl of ginger soup first."
Yu Zeyuan's gaze fell on the steaming yellowish liquid not far away, and a trace of disgust flashed across his face.
He had hated the pungent and strange taste of ginger since he was a child, and he resisted it almost instinctively: "No."
Xue Yi stirred the sizzling meat sauce in the pan, her tone calm: "Okay, then please help me pour it out."
Such a straightforward compromise actually surprised Yu Zeyuan.
He picked up the bowl of ginger soup hesitantly, and his fingertips shivered at the burning temperature.
It's freshly cooked.
His gaze drifted towards Xue Yi's busy back.
The warm yellow light shone on her focused profile, softening her usual coldness.
Looking at the ginger slices floating in the bowl, his brows were knitted together, as if he was about to complete some difficult task. He held his breath, tilted his head back and took a big gulp.
“Cough…cough cough!”
The spicy and hot liquid rushed into his throat unexpectedly, irritating him so much that he almost vomited.
It's so hot! It's so unpalatable!
Xue Yi turned around with a plate in her hand and happened to see this scene.
Yu Zeyuan's facial features were wrinkled in pain, his soft, half-dry black hair hung down in front of his forehead, and his thick eyelashes were stained with tiny water droplets due to his violent coughing, looking both embarrassed and funny.
She quickly pursed her lips, suppressed the upturned corners of her mouth, straightened her expression, and placed a plate of steaming tomato and meat sauce pasta on the dining table.
The rich aroma and tempting color instantly caught Yu Zeyuan's full attention, and even the burning sensation in his throat was forgotten.
His eager look reminded Xue Yi of Xiao Yudian, who was eating in the living room.
"You can eat if you want," she pulled out a chair, sat down, and picked up her fork, "but you have to wash the dishes after you finish eating."
Yu Zeyuan had no intention of eating for free, so he immediately responded, "Okay."
Perhaps it was because he was extremely hungry, but the simple plate of pasta in front of him was comparable to that of a Michelin chef.
He almost wolfed down the food, and the plate in front of him was soon empty.
With an unsatisfied desire, Yu Zeyuan cautiously glanced at the plate of pasta opposite him that had hardly been touched.
Xue Yi calmly turned his body slightly to the side, using his arms and shoulders to form a barrier, completely blocking the covetous gaze.
After a few minutes, she put down her fork, took out a tissue and slowly wiped the corners of her mouth, then looked up at the boy who was obviously not full yet.
"Now that you're done eating, it's time to answer my question." Her voice returned to its cold, clear tone. "How did you know my address?"
Yu Zeyuan has standard peach blossom eyes with slightly upturned tails. When he looks at people, he always seems to be covered with a layer of hazy mist, watery and charming without knowing it.
His eyelashes trembled slightly, and he avoided Xue Yi's inquiring gaze. "The other day when you were filling out the information for your membership card at Anma... I accidentally saw your address information."
It turned out to be the time when I bought men’s clothing.
Xue Yi quickly went over the scene in his mind and nodded, reluctantly accepting the explanation.
"Then why did you show up so suddenly?" she demanded. "Even if you were going to pay me back, there was no need to choose weather like this."
It’s fine if you don’t mention it, it makes me even more angry when I do!
If it weren't for the money for the clothes and the wine, he wouldn't have asked his family for money again, and he certainly wouldn't have run away in anger after being humiliated! She was the one who caused all of this!
"Isn't it all because of you?!!" Yu Zeyuan accused with his eyes wide open in anger.
His eyes were red with excitement, his lips were slightly open, his lip peaks were obvious and full, and he looked aggrieved, with a bit of girlish cuteness.
I have to admit that even when he was furious, Yu Zeyuan's appearance perfectly met Xue Yi's aesthetic standards.
She raised an eyebrow good-naturedly and motioned for him to continue.
Seeing her calm demeanor, Yu Zeyuan became even more furious. "What do you mean? You think I'm ridiculous and want to see me make a fool of myself, right? As soon as the rain stops, I'll leave immediately!"
It looks exactly like a cat with its fur standing on end.
Xue Yi's eyes fell on the two empty plates on the dining table: "Then please wash the dishes before you leave."
She deliberately emphasized the word 'washed'.
Yu Zeyuan felt as if his breath was stuck in his chest, neither going up nor down. He glared at Xue Yi fiercely and walked to the kitchen.
He threw all the dishes into the sink, picked up the bottle of detergent, and squeezed it a dozen times as if he had a grudge against it.
…………
Time passes by every second.
Half an hour had passed, and Yu Zeyuan still hadn't come out of the kitchen.
Is it necessary to take so long to clean?
Xue Yi stopped teasing Xiao Yudian's hand, stood up suspiciously and walked towards the kitchen. As soon as he took a step into the door, his foot suddenly slipped and he almost fell!
She quickly grabbed the door frame to steady herself, and took a closer look—
"Yu! Ze! Yuan!!!"
Where is the kitchen? It's clearly a foam war erupting from dishwashing liquid!
Everywhere I looked, there was a mess, it was horrible to look at.
The sink, the preparation table, the floor tiles...everywhere was covered with white foam that was enough to submerge the ankles.
What made the blood pressure soar even more was that the paper towels in the kitchen were torn all over the floor and the air was filled with a strong smell of detergent.
Xue Yi's temples were throbbing and his brain was buzzing.
She couldn't understand it at all. Just two plates and two forks! How could such a catastrophic scene, comparable to a laboratory explosion, be created?!
The culprit, as if nothing had happened, stood in the middle with a wet rag in his hand and his head half lowered.
This bastard! He must have done it on purpose!
Xue Yi took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and squeezed out a word from between his teeth: "Get – out – of – me!"
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