There is nothing more ironic than a man who has taken away her innocence and destroyed all her outlook on life. She still has to cook porridge for him and serve him carefully.
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Putting the porridge on the tray, Jiang Wei walked out of the kitchen with it.
The interior design of Xiang's house is grand, like a palace filled with high-profile luxury. If you take a closer look, every detail is unexpectedly exquisite and luxurious.
Returning to the bedroom, Jiang Weiwei saw that the bed was empty, and the dark gold quilt with light patterns was casually thrown aside.
Placing the tray on the table, she heard the sound of the shower.
Xiang Yutian is taking a shower.
"Whoosh-"
The sound of water came over without interruption.
In an instant, the image of Xiang Yutian peeping into her shower pierced into her head, like thousands of needles stabbing her at the same time, causing wounds all over her body and catching her off guard...
Jiang Weiwei leaned against the wall, his face turned pale, and he couldn't help but cover his ears with his hands.
She doesn't want to listen.
She doesn't want to hear anything.
Jiang Wei stumbled and walked out, holding on to the wall. Suddenly, a man's displeased voice came from behind him, "You let the porridge cook? It took so long!"
Jiang Weiyi had no choice but to stop and said, "I've been cooking porridge for a long time."
Why didn't I starve you to death?
She was duplicitous and turned around with a pale face, only to see Xiang Yutian standing there, looking at her coldly, with only a white bath towel around her waist.
Water dripped from his wet short hair, and the water stains streaked across his lean chest and over his abdominal muscles that were not obtrusive and just right, outlining his strong sexiness...
This man is a monster who deserves to be struck by lightning!
Why does a gangster who has done all kinds of bad things have a sound body and golden proportions of facial features?
God is really unfair.
"I've already taken a shower. No matter how much you covet me, I won't touch you!"
Sensing her focused gaze, Xiang Yutian laughed and said coolly.
He has always had mysophobia.
"..."
Which of his eyes saw her coveting him?
How arrogant is he?
Jiang Weiwei walked out speechlessly when his wrist was suddenly grabbed by someone from behind and he was forcefully dragged back——
"Did you make this porridge?" Xiang Yutian stared at the bowl of porridge on the table and asked through gritted teeth.
"Yes." What happened?
"Stand still!"
Xiang Yutian ordered, then sat down and scooped up the porridge and took a bite.
Jiang Weiwei saw the flash of shock in his eyes, as if this was no longer porridge, but some kind of rare product.
She glanced down.
The porridge she made was nothing special. It had a salty taste. The shrimp meat was minced and stuffed into small dumplings and thrown into the porridge. Was this worth making such a fuss about?
Jiang Weiwei watched him eat the whole bowl of porridge in one bite, without even a drop of soup left.
The legendary Mr. Xiang turned out to be a man who liked to eat porridge. Fortunately, he was a resolute man who was famous in the underworld.
"Tissues." After finishing the meal, Young Master Xiang Yutian opened his mouth.
"..."
Just keep it in his hand, okay? Will he die if he takes it himself?
Jiang Weiwei handed him the tissue angrily. Xiang Yutian wiped his mouth and looked up at her with burning eyes and a low voice, "Have you always lived in H city?"
"What do you mean by asking that?" Jiang Weiwei asked back.
"Only people from Haikou can cook porridge like this." Xiang Yutian looked at her aggressively and warily, "Have you been to Haikou?" Jiang Weiwei stood there, picking vegetables numbly.
There is nothing more ironic than a man who has taken away her innocence and destroyed all her outlook on life. She still has to cook porridge for him and serve him carefully.
———☆————☆————☆————☆————
Putting the porridge on the tray, Jiang Wei walked out of the kitchen with it.
The interior design of Xiang's house is grand, like a palace filled with high-profile luxury. If you take a closer look, every detail is unexpectedly exquisite and luxurious.
Returning to the bedroom, Jiang Weiwei saw that the bed was empty, and the dark gold quilt with light patterns was casually thrown aside.
Placing the tray on the table, she heard the sound of the shower.
Xiang Yutian is taking a shower.
"Whoosh-"
The sound of water came over without interruption.
In an instant, the image of Xiang Yutian peeping into her shower pierced into her head, like thousands of needles stabbing her at the same time, causing wounds all over her body and catching her off guard...
Jiang Weiwei leaned against the wall, his face turned pale, and he couldn't help but cover his ears with his hands.
She doesn't want to listen.
She doesn't want to hear anything.
Jiang Wei stumbled and walked out, holding on to the wall. Suddenly, a man's displeased voice came from behind him, "You let the porridge cook? It took so long!"
Jiang Weiyi had no choice but to stop and said, "I've been cooking porridge for a long time."
Why didn't I starve you to death?
She was duplicitous and turned around with a pale face, only to see Xiang Yutian standing there, looking at her coldly, with only a white bath towel around her waist.
Water dripped from his wet short hair, and the water stains streaked across his lean chest and over his abdominal muscles that were not obtrusive and just right, outlining his strong sexiness...
This man is a monster who deserves to be struck by lightning!
Why does a gangster who has done all kinds of bad things have a sound body and golden proportions of facial features?
God is really unfair.
"I've already taken a shower. No matter how much you covet me, I won't touch you!"
Sensing her focused gaze, Xiang Yutian laughed and said coolly.
He has always had mysophobia.
"..."
Which of his eyes saw her coveting him?
How arrogant is he?
Jiang Weiwei walked out speechlessly when his wrist was suddenly grabbed by someone from behind and he was forcefully dragged back——
"Did you make this porridge?" Xiang Yutian stared at the bowl of porridge on the table and asked through gritted teeth.
"Yes." What happened?
"Stand still!"
Xiang Yutian ordered, then sat down and scooped up the porridge and took a bite.
Jiang Weiwei saw the flash of shock in his eyes, as if this was no longer porridge, but some kind of rare product.
She glanced down.
The porridge she made was nothing special. It had a salty taste. The shrimp meat was minced and stuffed into small dumplings and thrown into the porridge. Was this worth making such a fuss about?
Jiang Weiwei watched him eat the whole bowl of porridge in one bite, without even a drop of soup left.
The legendary Mr. Xiang turned out to be a man who liked to eat porridge. Fortunately, he was a resolute man who was famous in the underworld.
"Tissues." After finishing the meal, Young Master Xiang Yutian opened his mouth.
"..."
Just keep it in his hand, okay? Will he die if he takes it himself?
Jiang Weiwei handed him the tissue angrily. Xiang Yutian wiped his mouth and looked up at her with burning eyes and a low voice, "Have you always lived in H city?"
"What do you mean by asking that?" Jiang Weiwei asked back.
"Only people from Haikou can cook porridge like this." Xiang Yutian looked at her aggressively and warily, "Have you been to Haikou?"