Lu Sheng slept until dark before waking up. Luo Xi had already muted the cooking noise, but it still disturbed him.
He lifted the blanket off his body and drank the half glass of water left on the coffee table.
The kitchen door was closed, and the sound of the range hood was faintly heard inside, and a slender figure walked around busily behind the glass door from time to time.
He leaned on the sofa with his hands behind his head, suddenly enjoying this comfortable time.
Luo Xi opened the door gently and saw that he was already awake, so he put the dishes on the dining table and said, "Go and take a bath. Dinner will be served immediately."
He got up and walked to the bathroom.
Her bathroom was small and had no windows. He walked around in it and felt suffocated.
The sink is full of her daily necessities, arranged neatly.
After taking a shower, he went to get her towel, and suddenly felt that this scene seemed familiar. He repeated the action of wiping his face with the towel, and the familiar feeling became stronger.
He must have been here before.
After Luo Xi put the dishes and chopsticks, she heard him shouting in the bathroom, "Is there anything I can wear?"
This seems to be true. When I moved here, I only brought the clothes of myself and the two little ones.
Luo Xi searched around the bedroom and turned his gaze to the balcony, where a men's shirt was floating in the wind.
These were Lin Ziheng's clothes. The last time he ate here, he accidentally spilled vegetable soup on himself, so she took his shirt to be washed. As a result, he didn't come for a few days and she didn't have time to return the shirt to him.
Luo Xi knocked on the bathroom glass door, "Here you go."
"I didn't lock the door."
He stood in front of the mirror, stroking the newly grown beard on his chin with his fingers. There was no razor here, so he could only watch.
Luo Xi opened the door a crack and reached in with the hand holding the shirt.
Even before, she didn't have the habit of watching him take a bath openly, not to mention that the only outcome of peeking at him taking a bath would be a mandarin duck bath.
He reached out and took it.
"The meal is ready, hurry up."
It took him a long time to come out, but he didn't wear the shirt. He had a towel wrapped around his waist and dangled his big thorn in front of her.
There are countless scars on his body, big and small, and the one on his chest is still obvious. The wheat-colored skin combined with these scars has a very evil and incomplete beauty.
He didn't seem very happy, and he kept being glum during the meal.
He put down his chopsticks and put on his own clothes, his face as dark as a pool of stagnant water.
Luo Xi didn't know what happened to him suddenly. He was fine before, but suddenly he became gloomy and uncertain.
"Are you leaving?" She had to put down her bowls and chopsticks and looked at him in confusion.
He responded in a low voice and put on his military jacket.
After getting dressed, he lowered his head to put on his shoes. The lamp above his head covered his body. His hair was still a little damp after taking a shower, and there seemed to be a circle of broken golden light surrounding him.
She suddenly felt that if he left like this, he might not come back. This intuition made her panic. She promised Mother Lu that she would let him regain his memory and reunite with them as soon as possible.
As soon as Lu Sheng took the shoes, someone pulled the lapel of his clothes behind him. He asked without looking back, "What are you doing?"
"Why are you leaving all of a sudden?" She bit her lip, not knowing how to arrest her, so she just said out of nowhere, "I haven't eaten the fruit yet."
"Your fruit is different from mine?"
She choked, "How will you know if you don't eat?"
He said: "No, I can't afford it."
This sour tone made Luo Xi confused as to how she had offended him.
Thinking like this in his heart, he asked like this, "Lu Sheng, why did I hit you? What kind of temper are you losing?"
Hearing this, he paused in holding the shoes, as if a certain nerve was stimulated. He turned around to face her, like a high and mighty emperor, his eyes were obviously arrogant but it was not difficult to see a trace of frustration in them, "That shirt is
What's going on?"
Luo Xi still hesitated, "What kind of shirt is it?"
He pointed his long finger in the direction of the bathroom, "The shirt you just gave me."
It finally dawned on her that she knew what he was angry about. The shirt that didn't belong to him must have made him very angry, but she kept putting up with it during the meal. In the end, she probably couldn't bear it any more and decided to leave.
Is he...jealous?
Luo Xi suddenly laughed at this time, which seemed very rude, but she just smiled. Her fine porcelain face seemed to shine under the corridor light, her eyes were as full as spring water, and she looked at him with a warm smile, "You are very good."
Care who owns the shirt?”
He coughed unnaturally, turned away, and said with a face-saving expression, "What does it have to do with me?"
"Since you don't want to know, then forget it." Luo Xi shrugged and turned around generously.
She silently counted one, two, three in her heart, and sure enough, his hand pressed her shoulder, "I'll just listen to it without any trouble."
In this regard, he has not changed. He behaves exactly the same as before he lost his memory. Memories are sculpted the day after tomorrow, but human instinct is innate. He still loves her very much in his bones.
"Take off your clothes first, it smells like gunpowder."
Luo Xi wrinkled his nose in disgust.
"Then what should I wear?" He immediately put on a warning face, "Don't want me to wear other men's clothes."
Luo Xi thought for a moment, "Just wait, I'll buy it for you."
There is a supermarket downstairs, which sells some daily necessities, including pajamas, but they don't have the size he wears. He is so tall that it is difficult to buy suitable clothes in an ordinary small supermarket, so Luo Xi finally picked something.
The largest size, I found there were men's underwear and bought one too.
The lady at the supermarket recognized her and couldn't help but joke, "Teacher Luo, your husband is back?"
Everyone knows that she has children, and of course she has a husband.
Luo Xi blushed, responded softly, paid the money and left immediately.
"Pajamas should be washed before wearing them. They can't be dried even after being washed. I think the packaging is quite clean, so just make do with it."
He reached out to take it and put it on casually.
Luo Xi handed him the underwear again, "You can wash it yourself and hang it to dry on the balcony."
He turned his head like an uncle and said, "I don't know how to wash clothes."
"You don't know how to wash your underwear?"
"Well." He sat down on the sofa, "Underwear is also clothing."
Luo Xi took a deep breath, okay, she washed.
"Didn't you wash my underwear in the past?" He actually asked and deserved a beating.
"I was your wife before, who am I to you now?" She put the fruit on the coffee table with a sour tone.
His eyes lit up, he picked up a grape and threw it into his mouth, "Even now."
"What about Zhou Huiyi? Aren't you all about to get married? Congratulations, remember to give me an invitation."
He didn't deny it, with an incomprehensible look on his face, he took the remote control and turned on the TV.
"Whose shirt does it belong to?"
"Why should I tell you?"
Between the two of us, you say something mean to me, and I say something mean to you, and the air pressure around you seems to be getting lower and lower.