The water in the faucet rushed into the pool. An Jinran thought about the scene when the other party was eating noodles, and her expression couldn't help but be a little dazed. She didn't even notice the water splashing on her sleeves.
This was the first time she had cooked noodles for someone else since she was a child. To be honest, just now when she saw the other person finishing the soup and noodles together, she felt a feeling that she had never felt before in her heart.
It's unclear, the way is unclear.
But what is certain is that it is definitely not an emotion of disgust.
Shaking her head, An Jinran turned off the faucet, took out the washed dishes and chopsticks from the pool, dried them and put them in the cupboard. When she went out, she found that Yan Yu was still holding the computer, busy with something.
I'm very curious, what can such a playboy do with his computer in his arms when he doesn't sleep at night?
An Jinran squinted her eyes slightly and stared at the other person suspiciously. Seeing her approaching, Yan Yu decisively closed the computer. Such behavior undoubtedly made An Jinran more suspicious. She stared at the other person with contempt and said, "Should you?
It’s because he didn’t get any relief during the day, so he didn’t sleep at night, so he looked at something bad for comfort, right?”
Yan Yu did not deny it, but replied with a smile: "Honey, you really understand me. How about... you help me? I promise, I have washed it thoroughly just now, and there is absolutely no smell left by other women on my body."
"You...shameless!" An Jinran twitched the corner of her mouth. She had never seen a man more shameless than the other person.
"No, forget it. There's no need to curse." Yan Yu met the other person's gaze and shrugged innocently: "Besides, you came back just after we started, so the sheets should be clean."
The implication is that she can go back to her room and go to sleep without any worries.
An Jinran glanced at the notebook on his lap, and then turned around without saying a word. The moment she closed the door, she said to herself that what that guy liked to do was his business and had nothing to do with her.
Maybe it was because she was too full, or maybe because the quilt was stained with someone else's smell, An Jinran lay on the bed and tossed and turned for a long time, unable to fall asleep.
It wasn't until dawn that he fell asleep in a daze because of exhaustion.
When I woke up in the morning, I unexpectedly found a figure standing by the bedside. When I took a closer look, I realized it was Young Master Yan. Staring at her almost naked body outside the quilt, with her smooth and slender legs, someone raised an eyebrow. You're welcome.
An Jinran's face heated up, and she quickly pulled the hem of her pajamas to cover her exposed skin. Then she pointed in the direction of the door and said, "You, get out."
Yan Yu raised his eyebrows and did not argue with the other party. Instead, he smiled and raised the corners of his lips, "I'm going out, so you should get up quickly. I had a late-night snack you made last night, so I'll treat you to it today."
Make breakfast."
"Is the breakfast you made edible?" An Jinran doubted, but what surprised her even more was that someone actually cooked breakfast himself.