The beer slowly flowed down his hair and onto his face, and the cold feeling on his face made him, who was a little germaphobe, go crazy.
Looking at the sleeping woman, I really wanted to shake her awake. Finally, I carried her safely into the room, put her on the bed, and carefully covered her with a blanket.
From the beginning to the end, he was gentle and did not touch her. He closed the door and resigned himself to clearing away the beer bottles on the terrace and the beer that had been poured on the floor.
It was almost afternoon when Mu Xiaoran woke up. He thought An Yuran would ask him to have breakfast, but he didn't expect to sleep until the afternoon.
She walked out curiously and saw that no one was in the kitchen.
When I walked to the terrace, I found someone sleeping in a cradle. He was wearing a pure white shirt and his sleeping face was full of tiredness.
Looking at him quietly like this, he looks like a tired angel coming from afar. He is so elegant that people can't help but want to get closer to him.
"Want to touch it?" He stretched, with a bewitching smile on his lips.
"Haha... you're awake." She really had this thought just now, why is God so unfair? Even if they are handsome, they still have money.
He stood up and flicked the dust off his body, although there was nothing. "Wake up, how long have you been standing here."
"Soon, soon...why are you sleeping here?"
"You ask me why I sleep here?"
"Yes, why don't you ask me if you don't ask me?" Mu Xiaoran's big watery eyes blinked at him innocently.
An Yuran kept telling herself to stay calm and stay calm. "It's nothing, I guess I deserve it!"
Mu Xiaoran pouted and muttered behind him: "What! You're so nervous."
An Yuran heard it with her ears tipped, and turned around suddenly to look at her angrily.
Mu Xiaoran's innocent big eyes looked straight at her, looking so pitiful and pitiful.
"Mu Xiaoran, do you know that yesterday..." When the words came to his mouth, he still didn't finish. "Forget it, what do you want to eat?"
"Whatever, if you say something or don't say anything, this is a very excessive behavior."
"I went too far? Mu Xiaoran, you actually said I went too far?" He was so angry that his fingers were trembling.
"Of course! I didn't offend you, why are you yelling at me? If you're not happy that I'm here, just send me back."
An Yuran clenched her fists, her eyes almost bursting with fire. "Well done to Mu Xiaoran. I don't know who drank until midnight last night and was still drunk on the cradle. And some fool was afraid that she would catch a cold.
, I deliberately carried her into the room. Then I packed up the cans she left behind and mopped the floor until I was exhausted and slept on the cradle. Someone also told me righteously that I was going too far? Mu Xiaoran,
Who do you think is going too far?"
The more she talked, the lower her head lowered. She was saying that she seemed to have missed something? It turned out to be this.
"Hehe...hehe...thank you. What do you want to eat? I'll do it."
"Are you sure you won't burn the kitchen down?"
"No, no, I promise not." She nodded quickly to show her ability.
Hearing her cooking for him, he happily sat on the sofa and crossed his legs. "Okay, I want to eat pasta. You go and cook me a bowl."
"Spaghetti?" she asked uncertainly, her whole face shaking from side to side.
He picked up the magazine and flipped through it casually, raising his eyebrows. "Huh? Why not?"
"Haha...how...maybe not." The expression on her face almost turned into a vibrating tremor.