Smelled it all night?
Wen Xiucheng's face was grim.
"Senior."
Shen Zhiyi groped her way over.
Xie Huaiyang immediately reached out to support her, "Slow down."
Shen Zhiyi touched his damp wrist and then the loose cuffs of his bathrobe. She blushed slightly and whispered, "Why did you come out dressed like this?"
Xie Huaiyang glanced at Wen Xiucheng and curled his lips.
"Isn't this because I was worried that my senior would be getting too impatient?"
"I'll open the door, hurry up."
Wen Xiucheng caught the hostility in his eyes, his face turned ashen, and he entered with practiced ease. "Zhiyi, let me help you sort and put the spices away."
"Okay, thank you for your help, senior." Shen Zhiyi nodded.
Wen Xiucheng noticed the large hand gripping her wrist with a restraining intent and suddenly said, "This batch of vetiver is of good quality. Would you like to come and smell it?"
“Okay…” Shen Zhiyi had just responded when Xie Huaiyang grabbed her arm.
"What's so good about it?" He lowered his eyes, pulled her closer to him, and said in an unquestionable tone, "Let's go have breakfast first."
"You can smell these things anytime."
"Your stomach isn't good, don't let it get worse from hunger."
He pressed her shoulders, turned her towards the dining table, leaned down slightly from behind, and whispered in her ear, "Do you want me to lead you there, or carry you there?"
His voice was soft, both alluring and seductive.
A blush rose on Shen Zhiyi's cheeks.
Unsure if Wen Xiucheng had heard her, she felt embarrassed and annoyed. Gritting her teeth, she whispered, "I'll go myself."
"Oh... so you want to hold hands." Xie Huaiyang straightened up, a slight smile playing on his lips.
Without a word, he grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the dining table.
Shen Zhiyi was taken aback.
He led me along, and I had no choice but to follow in his footsteps.
Xie Huaiyang turned around, raised an eyebrow at Wen Xiucheng, and said lazily, "Senior, you can put it yourself. Thank you for your trouble."
Wen Xiucheng: ...
He walked to the spice stand, slammed the box down, and stared at them with a displeased expression.
Shen Zhiyi was surprised that Xie Huaiyang actually made her a breakfast.
"You got up early this morning and were making a racket outside, doing this?" She sniffed, surprised.
Today's doesn't smell burnt.
Xie Huaiyang served her a bowl of pumpkin and millet porridge. "Did I disturb you?"
He actually didn't sleep all night.
He was so bothered by her scent that he felt his muscles stiffen and couldn't sleep all night, so he got up and started cooking porridge.
"Eat up." He placed the porridge in front of her, guided her fingertips to touch the warm rim of the bowl, and then placed the spoon in her other hand.
Shen Zhiyi took a bite, her expression blank, and looked up at him.
"You put red dates in there?"
"Hmm," Xie Huaiyang said casually. "It's strange, I don't know why, but when I cook porridge, I deliberately put two red dates in."
He moved closer to her, somewhat cheekily, and asked, "Does the baby like it?"
"So I developed muscle memory."
Shen Zhiyi was completely stunned.
She actually doesn't like millet porridge.
But she does have a bad stomach. In the past, when her mother cooked porridge, she would always put two red dates in it to adjust the flavor.
She'll only drink a little if it's cooked this way.
Didn't Xie Huaiyang hate her the most?
How could you even know that?
and……
Even with amnesia, I still remember.
Her fingers, which were holding the spoon, slowly tightened, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly.
"Here, scallion rolls." He handed her the torn scallion rolls.
I found it strange myself.
For some reason, after he finished making the scallion rolls, he subconsciously tore off all the scallions.
As Shen Zhiyi tasted the scallion roll without any scallions, her blank eyes widened slightly.
Even this... was it subconscious?
She used to be spoiled and quite difficult to please.
Many of her little habits would be considered fussy or pretentious by others if they knew about them.
Since she lost her sight, she has gradually changed away from those spoiled and demanding traits that others had given her.
But now...
She felt as if she had returned to the time when her mother was still alive, when she was cared for and pampered by her...
Shen Zhiyi felt a lump in her throat.
"What's wrong?" Xie Huaiyang noticed her eyes were red and hurriedly grabbed a tissue, squeezing her hand. "Did you cry because the food wasn't good?"
"I...I'll study some more."
"No." Shen Zhiyi grasped his hand. "It's a little hot, and it got into my eyes."
Xie Huaiyang breathed a sigh of relief.
She lowered her eyes, staring at the slender fingertips that barely held his two fingers, and her Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.
“Then baby, don’t drink it anymore, I’ll feed you.”
He picked up the bowl, scooped a spoonful of millet porridge, carefully blew on it to cool it, and brought it to her lips. "Hoo... Ah—open your mouth."
Wen Xiucheng saw this from a short distance away and angrily slammed the jar heavily onto the table.
Shen Zhiyi blushed slightly upon hearing the noise.
"No need, I can do it myself."
"My senior is still here," she whispered, her back to the perfume station.
"What are you afraid of?" Xie Huaiyang's voice was unrestrained, filled with a strong sense of possessiveness. "You're my girlfriend, why would I be afraid of people watching me feed you?"
Shen Zhiyi: "I already said, I'm not..."
He somewhat forcefully brought the spoon to her lips, interrupting her.
Shen Zhiyi had no choice but to open her lips and take it in with a small mouth.
Xie Huaiyang stared at her parted lips and the tip of her tender red tongue that unconsciously curled around the edge of the spoon, his eyes suddenly darkening.
He found Wen Xiucheng increasingly annoying.
He looked up and his eyes met those unfriendly ones.
In the blink of an eye, their hostility was palpable.
Shen Zhiyi felt embarrassed after being fed a spoonful by him. She touched his wrist, took the bowl, and insisted on eating by herself.
Xie Huaiyang couldn't refuse her, so he had no choice but to go along with it.
Shen Zhiyi was thinking about the vetiver, so she quickly finished eating and rushed to the spice station.
While Xie Huaiyang was washing the dishes, Wen Xiucheng asked her very seriously, "Zhiyi, is he really your boyfriend?"
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