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91. Chapter 91 Only him

Her face was hot, her throat was dry, and her heart was itching.

Hiss, he wiped the saliva from the corner of his lips and resisted the urge to pounce on him.

Hearing the sound of drooling, Mr. Xing asked calmly: "Hungry?"

Xiahou Huan'er swallowed a mouthful of saliva and laughed awkwardly: "I'm hungry."

But she was more hungry than the other, and she wanted to eat him more.

Dongfang Xing filled a bowl of broth and handed it to her: "It will be ready soon."

Xiahou Huan'er took it, took a sip, and was surprised: "Hey, it tastes very good. I can't tell you really have two brushes."

Dongfang Xing glanced at her lightly. In fact, he had forgotten how long it had been since he had cooked. However, cooking is a permanent skill that once you learn it, you will never forget it.

There were only two living beings in this room, so she couldn't count on him anymore. He was the only one left.

Xiahou Huan'er finished the soup and licked her lips, still wanting more.

"I wash the dishes."

Xiahou Huan'er happily took out two bowls and two pairs of chopsticks from the disinfection cupboard and put them in the sink to wash.

Then there was a strange feeling. They were like a sweet ordinary couple, preparing dinner together in the kitchen. The atmosphere was romantic and harmonious.

The beauty and sweetness spread directly from my heart, and my eyes were glued to his body, almost unable to move away.

Dongfang Xing put up the last dish, turned around, and saw Xiahou Huan'er, with misty eyes, blushing face, and a smile at the corner of his mouth, grabbing a bowl and wiping it with a rag, obviously not knowing where his mind was wandering.

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The corners of his mouth twitched, and he walked over, reached out and took away the bowl in her hand, and asked lightly: "Have you had a twitch?"

Xiahou Huan'er woke up with a start, her face was hot.

She wants to die, why is she so restless and distracted today?

She laughed dryly: "Yes, I have periodic convulsions."

"Go out and sit down." Dongfang Xing poked her head with a finger.

"Okay." She went out obediently.

What was she thinking? Dongfang Xing narrowed his eyes.

Soon, the food was placed on the table.

Looking at the three simple side dishes that were full of color, flavor and flavor, Xiahou Huan'er moved her index fingers.

Dongfang Xing served her attentively, even serving her rice. He put the chopsticks into her hands and said calmly: "Eat."

"Then I'm welcome." Xiahou Huan'er grabbed the chopsticks and started eating, eager to taste every dish. Every time she ate one, she nodded fiercely, cast admiring eyes, and had no time to speak.

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Dongfang Xing saw that she liked to eat the dishes he cooked, his cold eyes gradually softened, he raised his chopsticks and ate gracefully.

After drinking and eating, Xiahou Huan'er stroked her full belly and asked curiously: "Dongfang Xing, why do you know how to cook?"

It's shocking for someone with his status to know how to cook.

Dongfang Xing paused with her chopsticks, and a blurry face flashed in her mind. She said kindly: When you meet a girl you like in the future, you will cook food for her and you will feel happy.

A strange feeling surged up in his heart. He narrowed his eyes and replied calmly: "I forgot."

Xiahou Huan'er looked at him, feeling a little pricked in her heart. What happened five hundred years ago was a taboo for him.

She deliberately changed the subject and said in a relaxed tone: "I will follow you to the zombie camp from now on. Please give me a position. If you leave me here doing nothing, I will go crazy."

He looked at her coldly and asked, "What can you do?"

What's that look in his eyes? Looking down on her?


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