Shen Zhiyi was almost mortified.
What kind of repairman...
He's the repairman...
Of all the times, they had to choose a repairman...
"I..." She was filled with regret, deep regret.
He was caught in an awkward and dizzy state, so much so that he stammered for a long time but couldn't come up with a reasonable explanation for him.
He could only avoid eye contact.
She avoided his questioning.
But he pressed closer like a scorching volcano.
The heat emanating from her body, penetrating the thin air, relentlessly scorched her.
It made her hands and feet feel weak.
Embarrassed, she felt like she couldn't breathe.
Shen Zhiyi turned her head to the side and gently pushed him away, "Could you not get so close to me? I...I think I'm a little short of breath..."
He's so hot...
The aura emanating from him was also frightening...
She felt so dizzy...
Her soft, boneless hand pressed against his hard, hot chest.
Almost the instant I touched him.
Lu Yanzhuo felt as if he had been electrocuted, staggering backward and taking half a step back.
She didn't use any strength at all.
But something inside him was collapsing.
What was reshaped was an immense desire that even he himself could hardly have imagined.
He turned around somewhat awkwardly.
I will be leaving home at seven o'clock tomorrow morning.
He left right after he finished speaking.
It felt as if lingering for even a second longer would capture me with some kind of longing.
They did some crazy things that only wild beasts would do.
Hearing the door close, Shen Zhiyi gripped the door frame and gasped for breath as if she had regained her breathing.
The sound of running water came from the bathroom.
Lu Yanzhuo, amidst the splashing cold water, simultaneously released his heat and ruthlessness.
It still scared her...
But……
Even through her clothes, he was captivated by the touch of her fingertip.
Perhaps because there was no skin-to-skin contact, his illness did not relapse.
There were no flashbacks of those past scenes.
Instead, there is boundless imagination about a future that will belong to her.
He imagined her soft fingertips gently caressing him… imagined her shy eyes, her fragrant lips, her blushing face… imagined her tenderness and understanding…
Lu Yanzhuo tormented himself again and again in an endless, profound longing.
Until the delusions dissipate and the heat dissipates.
Yet, deep within her consciousness, an even greater abyss had been carved out, urgently awaiting her bestowal of some favor to fill it…
*
the next day.
Shen Zhiyi got up early, and after getting ready, she opened the door, poked her head out, and glanced to the side.
Lu Yanzhuo stood with the door open, arms crossed, leaning against the doorframe of his own house, watching her.
He raised an eyebrow at her, who looked like a thief.
Shen Zhiyi: ...
"Hehehe..." She laughed awkwardly, clutching her bag tightly, and obediently moved out of her house to stand in front of him. "You shaved?"
A casual greeting.
That's what she used to change the subject.
This caused Lu Yanzhuo's body to stiffen, and he lowered his hand.
He even awkwardly looked away, glancing at the coins inside the room.
"Is that strange?" he asked.
He reached up and touched his chin.
"No, not at all," Shen Zhiyi waved her hand. "He's quite handsome."
After they finished speaking, they met his stunned gaze, and both of them blushed slightly.
They both quickly looked away.
"I... let me check how the coins are..." Shen Zhiyi coughed lightly, squeezed through the gap between him and the door frame, and ran into the house in a flash.
He took off his shoes and ran towards the coins.
"My dear, your big sister has come to see you..."
Lu Yanzhuo stared at her flustered back, his dark eyes suddenly softening.
"I won't be back for lunch, you can eat here."
“And,” he pointed to the kitchen, “I’ve left you breakfast.”
Seeing that he had already changed Gangbeng's dressing once, Shen Zhiyi felt relieved and followed his fingertips toward the kitchen.
Sure enough, I smelled the aroma of porridge.
She swallowed hard, and finally, unable to resist, she lifted her foot and moved towards the kitchen.
On the table were fried dough sticks, scallion pancakes, steamed buns, and steamed cakes, all steaming hot, along with several plates of savory side dishes, which looked like they had been homemade.
The casserole in the center contains congee with preserved egg and lean pork.
It smells wonderful.
Full of the warmth and life of everyday life.
Shen Zhiyi looked at the counter, where the steamer cloth that had just been cleaned was placed, and her face showed surprise.
"You made this yourself?!"
"These," she pointed to the dishes on the table, "are they all?"
"Hmm." Lu Yanzhuo replied calmly.
He hasn't cooked in a long time.
But……
Last night, the thought of her coming over so early made me want to feed her.
It wouldn't be good to... leave her hungry.
Lu Yanzhuo lowered his eyes.
"They're gone."
Perhaps she can eat more comfortably without him around.
Lu Yanzhuo closed the door.
Looking at the tightly closed door, Shen Zhiyi felt a sudden surge of warmth in her heart.
She scooped up a bowl of porridge.
I picked up the bowl and chopsticks set on the table, sat down, and took a sip.
His pupils widened suddenly.
She looked down in disbelief, took a few more sips, then picked up her chopsticks and tasted some scallion pancakes and side dishes, her surprise growing stronger.
I almost burst into tears.
Lu Yanzhuo... how come his cooking is so delicious?!
Waaaaah...
It smells so good!
She hadn't had such a delicious meal in a long time...
Why doesn't he open a restaurant instead of becoming a repairman? It's such a waste not to sell such excellent skills…
While puzzled, Shen Zhiyi ate a lot more.
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