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The moment Shen Zhiyi's breathing stagnated.
The electricity came unexpectedly.
The ambiguous beauty retained in the dark night suddenly dissipated.
Both of them seemed to be burned by each other's eyes and let go of their hands unnaturally.
In the bright light, Shen Zhiyi suddenly realized that they were very close to each other, almost touching each other.
Her face flushed red.
I subconsciously moved to the side, further away from him.
"Didn't you say... you didn't want to eat?" She whispered softly, as if she was holding a grudge.
Lu Yanzhuo traced her profile with his eyes.
"I don't know what's wrong." He said with a smile, his cold eyes tinged with a soft light, "You really don't want to eat?"
He said slowly, "I'll do it."
“You do it?!” Shen Zhiyi raised his head almost immediately.
"Yeah." He curled his lips.
The meal I made for her this morning was a test.
Test her taste and the dishes she likes.
Oily, salty, sour, sweet, pungent, dry, wet, sticky, refreshing, thick, soft... He could judge her general preferences from the remaining food she ate.
But there was only one thing missing, which he didn't do.
"Do you like spicy food?" he asked.
"Hmm!" Shen Zhiyi nodded, even thinking of the delicious food in the morning, his mouth unconsciously secreted saliva, "I can handle medium spicy food."
Lu Yanzhuo's eyes swept around her room.
Her partiality was confirmed from some small decorative ornaments.
"Then... spicy and sour lemon shrimp, braised soft-boiled abalone, stir-fried pork with chili peppers, spicy boiled fish, baby cabbage with vermicelli and garlic sauce, and... coconut chicken soup."
"For dessert, let's make lemon mousse. How about that?"
"Yes! Yes! Of course!" Shen Zhiyi swallowed.
Each of these is in her heart!
She looked at him with bright eyes.
"When do we eat?"
Lu Yanzhuo leaned on the sofa with his elbows, shaved the short scar at the end of his eyebrow, and glanced at her with a smile in his eyes.
"Didn't you just say you didn't want to eat?"
Shen Zhiyi’s eyes widened.
"When did I say I didn't want to eat anymore?"
"I didn't say a word of no!"
"I'm talking about you!" She pointed at him, accusingly, "You were the one who said you didn't want to eat."
She puffed up like a protesting guinea pig.
Lu Yanzhuo lowered his eyes and smiled muffledly.
He stood up and picked up the tool box on the ground. "Then tomorrow at noon."
"Come and eat."
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Shen Zhiyi practically counted the time until the next day.
Early in the morning, she went to the next door and knocked on the door.
Just now I ran into Lu Yanzhuo going out, "I'm going to buy groceries, you play with Gang Jian for a while."
"Would you like me to come with you?"
"No need." He tilted his head, "Go in and have breakfast."
"I'll be right back."
He made purple rice soy milk today.
She would probably like it.
Shen Zhiyi shrugged his nose.
Defeated by the warm aroma, he said, "Tuo, I'll wait for you at home."
Lu Yanzhuo went out.
Shen Zhiyi ate, cleared the dishes, and sat on the sofa to play with Gang Jian.
I spent the whole night thinking about the food he cooked and didn't sleep much.
Now that I'm full and satisfied, I'm feeling sleepy.
She leaned on the sofa in the warm sunshine, touched the key, and fell asleep.
When Lu Yanzhuo came, he put down the food and walked to her side.
I saw that she had fallen on the side of the sofa and was sleeping soundly.
His eyebrows were soft.
Bring out the blanket and cover her with it.
Turning around, he saw Gang Jian squatting on the ground next to her, even touching her hand. His brows furrowed and he kicked it aside.
He squatted down in front of her.
He leaned closer and brushed aside the loose hair that fell on the side of her face.
Because of the pleasure of skin touch, my heart is filled with joy.
She was the only person he would touch.
Perhaps because of this, her body and consciousness did not resist her.
On the contrary, he longed for her very much.
The early morning sunlight shone softly on her face, forming a soft spot of light on her lips.
As soft as the petals.
Lu Yanzhuo pursed his lips and stared straight at him.
The dark color in his eyes surged.
He stretched out his hand, and just as he was about to touch her lips, it was stopped by a dog's paw.
Lu Yanzhuo paused.
He turned his head and saw Gang Jian looking at him warily.
He touched his cheek.
I almost laughed out of anger.
He slapped the offending paw away and muttered through gritted teeth, "You little bastard, have you ever been beaten?"
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