In front of the stove, Shang He, wearing a plaid apron, looks homely and expertly thickens the sauce, pouring a bright color onto the eggplant boxes.
Hmm... there are still too few ingredients in my sister's house. He must go shopping for groceries himself someday to let his sister see his cooking skills thoroughly.
Will his sister rub his head and praise him in a gentle voice for being so smart and capable?
The hot steam from the pot hit his forehead, and Shang He couldn't help but imagine that it was his sister's warm palm. His peach-shaped eyes narrowed in ecstasy, although the real touch was completely different.
It wasn't until something wet and cold was pressed against his temple that he suddenly woke up and found that the girl next to him was holding a wet nipple in her hand and was standing on tiptoe to wipe the sweat off his face.
Shang He's face turned red from the heat and became even hotter.
His eyes wandered around, but he didn't dare look at her.
"Sister, sister, don't be like this..."
Although he actually likes her very much, his sister is always like this, doing overly ambiguous things to him in a very presumptuous way, which makes him want her but also afraid of being too sentimental.
After all, his sister is so poor, and he has nothing.
Su Ci ignored his refusal and slowly wiped the sweat off her face before throwing the wet mess into the trash can. She tilted her head and chuckled, "Didn't you ask me to taste the saltiness? Here."
Hello...Hello?!
Did he really not have auditory hallucinations?
Shang He's heart was beating wildly, his Adam's apple moved up and down unconsciously, and his right hand trembled slightly as he picked up a piece of shrimp paste and slowly brought it to the girl's rosy lips.
I think...
I want a kiss.
Just eat your sister.
Who made her tease him like this all the time?
Realizing what he was thinking, Shang He took a step back in panic. He was afraid that those dark and excessive thoughts would be reflected on his sister. He was not a pervert.
He wouldn't force his sister to do anything.
He wants to pursue his sister in an open and aboveboard manner.
As Shang He retreated, the shrimp slip almost fell off. Su Ci chased it for a short distance before biting the green pepper and rolling the whole shrimp slip into her mouth with the tip of her tongue.
Being stuck at the corner of the island, Shang He was so stiff that he didn't know what to do. In just a few seconds, those uncontrollable thoughts popped up again.
My sister's tongue looks soft.
It must be very close.
Shang He couldn't help but envy the plate of green pepper shrimp balls.
"Mm, just right. This is the best shrimp paste with green peppers I've ever had. The presentation is also very beautiful, with good color, aroma and taste. I am very happy with it."
Me, me, me, me, me? !
This is the second time my sister has used this adjective.
Shang He raised his eyes nervously, trying to see a hint of other emotions on his sister's face, but she always had a calm and gentle expression, as if there was no private feelings involved.
It's like coaxing a child to get full marks on the exam.
Shang He couldn't help feeling disappointed. While eating, he angrily tore into the green pepper and shrimp paste, venting his inexplicable anger on the innocent food.
Why?!
My sister praised this plate of shrimp in many words, and the number of words she used was more detailed than when she praised him!
"Hmm? You don't like shrimp paste?"
Su Ci picked up a piece of eggplant and gave it to him. The rich green sauce soaked the crystal green rice grains, which looked very tempting. However, Shang He stared at the hand in a daze.
His sister picked up the food for him with her own hands.
So my sister must have observed him for a long time before she realized that he was very dissatisfied with the shrimp slips. My sister is really stupid.
Shang He's gloomy mood suddenly became sunny.
After dinner, Shang He took the initiative to collect the dishes and took them to the kitchen for washing, disinfection and drying, humming a cheerful and joyful tune while washing.
Su Ci went to the study on the second floor and cleared out a space for Shang He.
It is convenient for him to write songs and lyrics at home. Since it is a single-family villa, singing and playing the violin are also no problem. As long as it is not too loud, it will not disturb the neighbors.
Shang He put the broken violin on the violin stand. Because he came in a hurry, Shang He didn't think about why there was a violin stand in his agent's sister's house.
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