I thought he would refuse in a subtle way, but Leng Zimo still just said a simple word.
"good!"
In fact, his thoughts were not as complicated as she thought.
She just asked him what he liked to eat, and he just told her what he liked to eat.
This tyrant performed quite well today.
Luo Xiaoqian breathed a sigh of relief.
When the elevator door opened, she took the initiative to drag the suitcase, but she took the hand he had stretched out first.
With a blush on her face, she hurriedly retracted her hand, held onto the elevator, and watched him walk out the door, then she followed him eagerly.
When she came to the door, Leng Zimo in front of her suddenly stopped. She couldn't stop herself and bumped into his back. Suddenly, her nose felt sore.
"Why don't you leave?" She complained instinctively.
"Open the door!" Leng Zimo said in front of her.
He is obviously in front, but he still wants her to open the door?
Luo Xiaoqian naturally wanted to lose her temper, but when she saw her bag in his other hand, she realized what she was doing and hurriedly stepped forward and took out the key from her neck.
The ribbon was not long, and the keyhole was in the middle of the door. She had to bend down if she wanted to keep the key.
That kind of action is a bit childish.
Leng Zimo watched her put the key back into her lapel, and the corners of her lips curled up in satisfaction.
"You go take a shower and I'll cook some noodles for you!"
She reached for his suitcase, put it on the side of the porch, and took out the slippers from the shoe cabinet.
His and hers.
She had no experience in being a lover, but she still remembered that her mother always did this when she came back with her father.
Leng Zimo looked around and saw that everything was tidy. Next to his feet, which were always solitary men's slippers, there was a pair of pink and tender little rabbit slippers.
In the cold colors of black and white, the pair of pink slippers simply add a touch of warm color to the place.
After changing into slippers, Luo Xiaoqian went straight to the kitchen, and Leng Zimo walked into the bedroom to take a shower.
By the time he came out of the shower, Luo Xiaoqian had already cooked the noodles and put them on the dining table. She was sitting on a chair, carefully rolling up her sweatpants to check the wounds on her legs.
There was a large bruise around the knee, and the skin was scratched in two places.
Noticing him approaching, she hurriedly pulled down her pants and stood up.
"The noodles are cooked!"
In a beautiful white porcelain bowl, there is a poached egg lying in the middle of the tomatoes cut into beautiful rounds, the green onions are very green, and the noodles are very thin.
There is the smell of sesame oil in the air.
Leng Zimo was startled. He hadn't had such a home-cooked meal in an unknown amount of time.
"It smells good!" she asked with a smile.
He just replied to her with three words, "Go take a shower!"
Pouting her lips, she turned around and walked upstairs.
Because she had to take care of the wound, and she didn't have the courage to face what was going to happen next, she washed very slowly. Even so, water inevitably fell on the wound, and the bruised skin caused a stinging pain.
When she finally wiped herself off, put on her bathrobe and walked to the door, she hesitated again.
“I haven’t dried my hair yet!”
Finally finding a reason to delay, she grabbed a hair dryer and dried her hair.
When it was half dry, the bathroom door opened.
She turned around and saw Leng Zimo walking in. She hurriedly explained, "I'll be fine soon. I didn't mean to waste time..."
Leng Zimo said nothing and just walked to her side step by step.
She backed away until she was against the wall, with no way out.
But he stopped in front of the sink and took the toothbrush off the shelf.
