Fifteen minutes later, Tang Ziqian changed his clothes, finished treating the other swollen eye, and came out of the room.
Standing in the center of the living room, his eyes met Zuo Qingqing, who was sitting at the dining table. For just one second, the two of them immediately blushed and avoided each other awkwardly.
There was silence in the room, and the awkward atmosphere almost drowned the two of them.
"That...I..." Tang Ziqian muttered, not knowing what to say to break this confusing deadlock.
He would ignore the sudden appearance of a woman in the house and walk around naked. I really can’t blame him [
He lived on campus all the time in elementary school, junior high school, and high school, and officially moved out when he was in college. His habit of sleeping naked has been with him for nearly 20 years, so it makes sense that he couldn't change it overnight.
Alas! He really didn’t mean to act like a hooligan...
Tang Ziqian sighed quietly and glanced at the blushing person on the chair.
However, after what happened just now, how was he going to explain it to her... most likely she would be thought of as an excuse for his indecent behavior.
He hesitated, opened and closed his mouth, repeated this several times, and finally gathered enough courage, "What just happened..."
"Do you want to have some breakfast first?" Afraid that he would talk about the hot blood again, she shouted to interrupt him.
She didn't want to recall it anymore, it would only make her want to dig a hole and crawl in.
"Uh... That's fine." He nodded and walked over to the dining table to sit down. She didn't want to mention it, just to save herself the trouble. He really didn't know how to explain the embarrassing thing of showing off to others so early in the morning.
She filled a bowl of salty porridge and handed it over, "That's just what I cooked. I don't know if it suits your taste."
Tang Ziqian next took a spoonful and put it into his mouth. The aroma immediately filled his mouth. The delicious taste made him unable to stop taking a second and third bite. In less than five minutes, the bottom of the bowl of porridge was gone.
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I never thought she had such cooking skills!
He thought that all young ladies, let alone the underworld daughter, had no time to touch the pots and pans. It was too late to shout and kill, so how could they have time to enter the kitchen and touch the pots and pans?
It seems that you really can't impose your own understanding on others.