Chapter 87
Lu Xun ate another one and said expressionlessly: "It's still not cooked."
Jiang Qiao: “……………………”
Jiang Qiao was angry. She really didn't believe this.
There was no need for Lu Xun to feed her now. She simply grabbed the spoon and ate several in succession. Each one was soft and ripe, and she could taste the dense sweetness with just a light bite.
Seeing that there were only a few dumplings left in the bowl, Lu Xun was finally satisfied. He ate them gracefully, one by one, and never complained that they were not cooked.
With a warm feeling in his stomach and a sweet taste in his mouth, Jiang Qiao finally realized what was happening.
But Lu Xun's expression was so calm and natural that she felt that maybe she was overthinking it.
After finishing a bowl of glutinous rice balls, Lu Xun continued to process documents while Jiang Qiao sat on the sofa beside him to read the new script sent by his agent.
She fell asleep while watching, a few strands of hair scattered on her fair face, and the man stared at her intently.
After a long time, Lu Xun raised his hand and pushed the hair away from her face behind her ears. Maintaining this action, the man rubbed the back of the girl's neck with his fingertips, his eyes becoming darker and darker.
The sleeping girl seemed to feel itchy, shrank her neck, her eyelashes trembled a few times, and slowly opened her eyes.
Lu Xun stopped moving, not feeling the slightest bit embarrassed about being caught, and naturally withdrew his hand, saying nonchalantly, "Go to bed."
Jiang Qiao rubbed his eyes: "Oh."
She walked towards the guest room where she had slept last time with ease, and when she opened the door, she saw several large boxes piled inside.
“……………………”
When did this box appear?
It's piled up so tightly that there's no space for people to sleep.
Jiang Qiao turned to look at Lu Xun helplessly.
"I guess Auntie packed her things and forgot to move them away." Lu Xun had a cold face like a flower from the Gaoling Mountains, but his words were not cold at all: "You sleep in the master bedroom."
Jiang Qiao opened his eyes wide: "What about you?"
“The other rooms were not cleaned.”
Of course he also had to sleep in the master bedroom.
Jiang Qiao: “………………” She choked.
Lu Xun didn't feel that what he said was rude at all. Seeing that Jiang Qiao didn't move, he frowned and asked seriously, "What's wrong?"
What's wrong?! A man and a woman alone, both of them are adults, so many things can happen!
Jiang Qiao was not opposed to anything happening between her and Lu Xun. After all, she had been willing to do so since she was 18.
But! This was too unexpected. She was not prepared at all, and Lu Xun was sick!
"Are you afraid of me?" Lu Xun seemed to have seen through her thoughts. His face tensed instantly, as if he was very sad. He turned his head and coughed weakly a few times.
Jiang Qiao's heart tightened, and he immediately denied it: "I didn't."
Lu Xun didn't believe it. He lowered his eyes and pushed open the door of the master bedroom.
Jiang Qiao hesitated outside for a while, Lu Xun's lonely eyes flashed through her mind, but in the end, her soft heart prevailed, she gritted her teeth, and walked in.
Lu Xun had his back to her. She slowly slept beside him and said in a muffled voice, "Good night."
good evening.
Lu Xun replied silently.
In the darkness, Jiang Qiao opened his eyes, and the tip of his nose was filled with the pleasant fragrance of soapberry, with a hint of woody fragrance, and warm body temperature coming from the side.
It was like being hugged gently by someone, but Lu Xun did not move beyond that.
His heartbeat was unbalanced, and Jiang Qiao heard the faint breathing sound of the person beside him, which was repeated evenly.
Lu Xun fell asleep, and beside her, he also fell asleep...
Jiang Qiao suddenly felt complicated.
Is she so unattractive?!
Forget it, she should go to sleep quickly. Jiang Qiao yawned, closed her eyes and prepared to sleep. Suddenly, a warm and strong arm was placed on her waist, and her back was pressed against his broad and strong chest. A warm breath came from the back of her neck.
This was an absolutely possessive posture. Jiang Qiao felt that his entire body was soaked in the man's scorching breath. Jiang Qiao's face suddenly became hot, from his neck to his cheeks.
Lu Xun's lips were rubbing against her neck. Jiang Qiao had never felt so hot before. The blood rushed to her head and she felt dizzy.
She wanted to distance herself from him, but just as she moved, she felt the force on her waist tighten.
"Lu Xun?" She called out tentatively. There was no movement behind her, only the sound of even breathing.
Jiang Qiao couldn't move and could only maintain this posture that was completely controlled by the man. She took a deep breath and tried to calm her heartbeat.
Lu Xun was a person who would blush even when hearing sweet talk, so how could he pretend to sleep on purpose to take advantage of her?
Don’t think too much, don’t think too much, Jiang Qiao kept brainwashing himself.
This posture was so ambiguous and intimate that Jiang Qiao thought she would not be able to fall asleep. However, smelling the warm and familiar scent, she quickly closed her eyes and fell asleep.
After a long time, the man slowly opened his eyes in the darkness, and his eyes were clear.
High fever is easy to recur. Jiang Qiao stayed in the villa to take care of Lu Xun for two days. Coincidentally, his aunt also took two days off.
Jiang Qiao looked at the man in the living room who was seriously dealing with work emails, and couldn't help but ask, "Can we order takeout tonight?"
She couldn't even eat the food she cooked, and she didn't know how Lu Xun finished it all. Wasn't this another form of torture for the patient? !
The man who was "working hard" finally raised his eyes condescendingly: "I don't like takeout."
He spoke as if he was not the one eating the fast food lunch that year.
Jiang Qiao wanted to struggle again, but Lu Xun said, "I'll do it."
The patient cooked for him personally, so Jiang Qiao felt a little guilty: "How about I do it..."
Although he said this, his delicate eyebrows knitted unconsciously. Lu Xun retracted his gaze and said slowly: "No need."
night,
In the clean and spacious kitchen, a tall man wearing a black apron was chopping potatoes with a sharp knife. His sleeves were slightly rolled up, and his arms were slender and smooth.
Jiang Qiao leaned against the kitchen door, looking at his back. For a moment, she saw the boy with his back to her in the old and narrow kitchen.
Lu Xun was the same at that time, responding to Jiang Qiao's words from time to time while cooking.
Sometimes the cooking noise was too loud and he couldn’t hear Jiang Qiao talking, so Jiang Qiao would hug him from behind, stand on tiptoe in a funny way, and chatter into his ear…
The meal was ready quickly. There were a lot of ingredients in the refrigerator, so he made a few more dishes, such as steamed pork with rice flour, corn and pork ribs soup, stir-fried pork with kidney beans, and scrambled eggs with tomatoes.
Jiang Qiao deliberately asked: "Why is there no steamed egg?"
Lu Xun: “……………………”
After taking just one bite, Jiang Qiao was certain that Lu Xun had indeed prepared all the meals those days.
Lu Xun was already very good at cooking back then, and six years later, his cooking skills were even better. Jiang Qiao couldn't help but ask, "Did you go there to learn this?"
Lu Xun’s expression remained unchanged: “No.”
He said: "I can't get used to foreign food."
Damn, he is such a dog and such a pervert, so scary
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