"Thank you..." She instinctively smiled and thanked her. Halfway through, thinking of what he just said, she hurriedly swallowed back the word "thank you", "Let's eat, it will be cold in a while!"
After the meal, she immediately got up and cleared the table.
Seeing her standing in front of the sink about to wash her wrists, Leng Zimo immediately stopped her, "Just ask the hourly worker to come over tomorrow!"
"It's just two bowls, there's no need to invite outsiders!" She opened the faucet neatly, poured in dish soap, quickly cleaned the dishes and put them in the dish rack.
Leng Zimo was very satisfied with her word "outsider". He sat at the table and watched her background busy in the kitchen. When she finally stood in front of the sink to wash her hands, he stood up and came over to help her press the nozzle of the hand sanitizer.
, and then stretched out his right hand to help her wash her hands.
Feeling his chest pressing against her back, Luo Xiaoqian's face felt hot.
"No... no need, I can do it myself!"
Leng Zimo ignored it and continued to scrub her with his right hand.
The hand sanitizer gradually foamed up and covered both his and her palms. His fingers were cleaning the fingers and the spaces between them, and the skin was rubbing together. What was originally a simple hand washing became ambiguous.
My heart began to beat eagerly without realizing it.
Feeling her own strange reaction, Luo Xiaoqian hurriedly pulled her fingers away from his, opened the faucet again, and the running water washed away the foam on their palms and swirled into the sewer.
She turned to leave, but found that his other arm had wrapped around her waist at some point.
Burying his face in her hair, Leng Zimo gently smelled the faint fragrance of her hair, and kissed her ear.
"Xiaoxi!"
His voice was slightly dry.
"kindness!"
She was kind, but then she realized that her throat was also a little dry.
The frozen dumplings tonight must be too salty, Luo Xiaoqian thought.
"I'm going to drink some water!"
She ran away from his arms, grabbed the remaining juice on the table, and took a big sip.
Before she could put down the cup, a hand had already reached out and took the cup away from her hand. She raised her face and saw Leng Zimo right in front of her. A pair of dark eyes looked at her deeply. In his black pupils,
There is fire that can burn her.
She took a step back and her back was pressed against the refrigerator.
Leng Zimo raised his head and drank all the juice in the cup. He put the cup aside and came to her with just one step. Then, he bent down slightly and moved his face closer to her.
"Well...I have something..."
"explain!"
"I bought a photo frame with a photo of me and my dad in it. Can I put it on the bedside?"
"No!" Seeing that she was about to speak again, he continued first, "You can put it in the living room, or any other place you like, but not in the bedroom!"
A place like the bedroom only belonged to him and her. Apart from her and him, he did not allow anyone to enter, not even a photo of her father.
His face was so close before her eyes that she could even feel his warm breath passing over her cheek, like a feather passing by, itching and numbing.
Plop! Plop! Plop!
My heart was beating faster and faster, as if it was about to explode.
Realizing what was going to happen next, she spoke again, "I haven't washed it yet..."
The word "bath" at the end was stuck in his mouth.
Leng Zimo's rare tenderness seemed to be tasting a unique delicacy in this world. He obviously wanted to swallow it in one bite, but was afraid that if he ate it too quickly, he would not be able to enjoy the special taste.
