He walked into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and took a look.
Usually, he and Ye Kui rarely eat frozen foods such as dumplings or wontons, so there are no dumplings in the frozen foods in the freezer.
Close the refrigerator door.
Dugu Xiang stood up and walked upstairs.
In the room, there was a slightly raised piece on the snow-white bed.
The woman was lying on the bed, under the bedding, her fair and delicate little face exuded a hint of fatigue, and her curly long hair was scattered casually under her body, forming a strong visual effect with the snow-white bed sheets.
Hearing the sound, Ye Kui slowly opened her eyes.
Her eyes fell in Dugu Xiang's hands, and a faint feeling of loss passed through her heart.
Didn't do it?
She thought he would cook something for her by himself.
Although Ye Kui couldn't hide her loss, she did not show it. Her expression on her face was calm and calm, without any displeasure.
Close your eyes slowly.
Her brows frowned slightly and turned her body over.
The breathing rose and fell, gradually becoming smoother, and soon, she fell asleep.
Dugu Xiang changed his clothes, glanced at Ye Kui on the bed, and walked out of the door again.
In the dark night, in the quiet and gentle yard, a black Lamborghini slowly slid out of the yard, drove out with a whizz.
After a while, when the door was pushed open again, Dugu Xiang was already holding a wooden tray in his hand, with steaming dumplings on it.
He walked to the bed and placed the tray on the table.
Bend down.
Dugu Xiang stretched out his hand and lifted a corner of the bedding, landed his hand on Ye Kui's soft little face and patted him.
"Wake up."
Ye Kui frowned slightly.
She waved the hand on her face, turned around, rubbed her face against the quilt, and then fell asleep again.
Dugu passed through his narrow and deep ice eyes.
He pursed his thin lips and reached out to pat Ye Kui again, but this time the strength increased a little.
“Aren’t you hungry?”
Because he was so hungry that Ye Kui couldn't fall asleep.
She slowly raised her eyes and her eyes fell on Dugu Xiang's hard and cold face. Looking along with his eyes, she immediately saw the hot bowl placed on the table.
Dumplings.
The clear and moving black eyes blinked gently, and the two rows of slender and curly eyelashes that looked like palm-leaf fans drooped on the eyelids. After a while, they were raised again, casting a faint shadow at the source of the eyelids.
She originally thought that he wouldn't do it for her.
Now.
Seeing the bowl of steaming dumplings in front of her, she was secretly shocked.
Ye Kui stretched out his hand, gently picked up the dumplings on the tray, and held the spoon and stirred it.
She spooned up a crystal clear dumpling with a spoon and handed it to Dugu Xiang's lips.
"Do you want to try it? If it tastes delicious, I'll start again."
Dugu Xiang's deep facial features on his face were cold and arrogant, and there was no trace of warmth.
He pursed his thin lips, and did not avoid the dumplings handed over by Ye Kui, but did not speak.
"Taste...you...?"
His eyes darkened, he avoided his body slightly, bent down, lifted the quilt and lay in.
The narrow and deep ice eyes slowly closed.
Dugu Xiang's deep outline was filled with a hint of coldness, and his eyes closed, covering the emotions in his eyes. At this time, he looked cold and arrogant, and it was hard to get close to, as if he had just given him a
The man with Ye Kui holding dumplings is just an illusion.