There was an echo when they spoke in the hallway, and Wen Yixing belatedly felt her ears getting hot. She looked up at Shen Jingshao and said slowly, "Sure, why not?"
Shen Jingshao remained silent for a long time, then angrily pinched her fingertips.
Seeing the deep blackness in his eyes, I wondered what he was thinking.
Wen Yixing wasn't afraid of him.
She didn't know why, but she just felt that Shen Jingshao wouldn't hurt her.
Wen Yixing took his hand and asked, "What do you want to eat?"
Her hands were much smaller than his, and they felt very soft to the touch.
This was the first time she had taken the initiative to hold his hand, and the anger in Shen Jingshao's heart vanished instantly.
He always knows how to push his luck.
Shen Jingshao subtly moved his fingers.
Their fingers became intertwined.
That way, it won't be easy for her to shake off his hand.
Wen Yixing did not break free.
At this time, Yao Yao had gone out to her extracurricular class with her nanny and hadn't returned yet; no one was home.
Wen Yixing led Shen Jingshao home like she was leading a big dog, then looked back at him.
Seeing that he still didn't let go, Wen Yixing said, "I'll get you your slippers."
Shen Jingshao then released her hand.
Wen Yixing had a few spare men's slippers at home, and she took them out and handed them to Shen Jingshao: "These are disposable slippers from the hotel, you can make do with them for now."
After changing his shoes, Shen Jingshao went to see her living room.
The living room was decorated very cleanly and tidy, and it was bright and sunny with a huge floor-to-ceiling window.
He had waited for her downstairs many times; this was the first time he had entered her home.
It would be a lie to say I'm unhappy.
The floor was very clean, there were children's clothes on the light green sofa, and some uneaten fruit and flowers on the coffee table.
This place is filled with the atmosphere of her life.
Shen Jingshao liked it very much.
Shen Jingshao went to the kitchen and saw her putting on an apron.
He walked over and held her hand.
Wen Yixing originally thought he was coming over to help her tie her apron, but to her surprise, he gently raised his hand and took the apron off her.
Wen Yixing stared at him in a daze: "What are you doing?"
Shen Jingshao rolled up his shirt sleeves and put on the apron: "I'll do it."
Wen Yixing was a little incredulous: "You can do that?"
Shen Jingshao raised an eyebrow: "Of course."
Wen Yixing smiled: "Is it delicious?"
Shen Jingshao: "You'll know once you try it."
There was no reason to let the guests cook, so Wen Yixing helped out as well.
Shen Jingshao's movements while washing and chopping vegetables were very skillful; he certainly looked like someone who knew how to cook.
In the kitchen, neither of them spoke, each busy with their own tasks, yet there was a unique warmth to the atmosphere.
Wen Yixing was momentarily dazed.
She recalled that Shen Jingshao had visited her home a few years ago as Fang Shiyan's friend.
She personally cooked for them.
At that time, Shen Jingshao was the kind of person in her mind who looked like he had a bad temper, was aloof and serious, and was not easy to approach. They hadn't even exchanged more than a few words.
Recalling that time, Wen Yixing remembered a little incident.
It seems she accidentally made one of the dishes a little too salty.
Others jokingly said to her, "Sister-in-law, you put in too much salt!"
Even Fang Shiyan said, "It is a bit salty."
She said very patiently, "Then I'll redo it."
But Shen Jingshao didn't let him. His eyes were dark and unsettling. He looked at the people who were speaking and simply said, "I think it's delicious."
Later, Shen Jingshao ate that dish.
Looking back now, Wen Yixing really can't understand herself back then. If it were her now, she probably wouldn't even go into the kitchen.
She seemed to have a mild temper, so mild that it was as if she had no temper at all.
In fact, she has her own bottom line. Once that line is crossed, her temper is not exactly good.
The aroma of food gradually filled the kitchen as Wen Yixing watched Shen Jingshao's retreating figure.
She probably never imagined a few years ago that she and Shen Jingshao would have such a relationship.
Shen Jingshao, who could frighten her with just a glance, was now cooking for her while wearing a pink bear apron.
His movements were skillful, suggesting that he used to cook for himself quite often.
To Wen Yixing's surprise, his cooking skills were actually quite good.
He made her favorite stir-fried cauliflower, and it smelled delicious.
Shen Jingshao used his chopsticks to pick up a piece for her. "Want to try some?"
Wen Yixing leaned over and took a bite, then exclaimed in surprise, "Delicious!"
"It tastes better than what I make." Wen Yixing praised without reservation.
Upon hearing this, Shen Jingshao's smile faded, and he looked into her eyes: "You used to cook?"
Wen Yixing: "Yes, I do it often."
Shen Jingshao held her wet right hand and took a tissue to wipe it for her.
Whether it was her imagination or not, Wen Yixing felt that his hand was trembling slightly, and she heard him say, "I will never do it again."
These words were like an arrow, piercing her heart.
That feeling of being out of control surged up again; I felt a little sad and a little wronged.
She took two steps forward, hugged his waist, and pressed her face against his chest.
Shen Jingshao patted her hair reassuringly, then said with a hint of helplessness, "I'm still wearing an apron."
Wen Yixing paused, and her voice came in a muffled tone: "Then I'll change my clothes later."
It's all dirty, we can just change it later.
Shen Jingshao originally wanted to lower his head to talk to her, but he couldn't help but gently kiss her cheek.
Wen Yixing looked up at him.
Shen Jingshao was prepared for her to throw a tantrum, but to his surprise, she simply stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the cheek.
Her lips were soft and warm, and her scent filled the air.
Shen Jingshao paused slightly, his eyes gradually darkening.
He took off his apron.
Wen Yixing felt a tightening around his waist as he easily lifted her up and placed her on the clean table.
The next second, it pressed down directly.
Wen Yixing leaned back, but he grabbed her waist.
The kiss was fierce.
Tears welled up in Wen Yixing's eyes, but he kissed her away shortly afterward.
"...Six hundred yuan."
Hearing her words vaguely, Shen Jingshao paused slightly: "Hmm?"
Her hand gripped his shirt shoulder, her eyes gradually welling up with tears, but her tone remained steady as she asked, "Shall we get a room tonight?"
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