Xiahou Huan'er looked at him in surprise: "Does this place belong to you?" Judging from his familiar movements, it was obvious that this was not his first time here, but didn't he lose his memory?
Dongfang Xing's face was still cold, and he said nothing because he was not sure that it was his feet that brought him here.
Xiahou Huan'er slowly stood up from the wicker chair and followed him in. Unexpectedly, this seemingly small room was actually fully equipped with everything.
"This is your vacation place?" Xiahou Huan'er's little heart suddenly burst into joy. This place seemed very private at first glance, but now he has brought her here. Does this mean that she is with him?
Already have a certain place in your mind? It makes people feel very excited just thinking about it.
"I don't know." Apparently no one has been here for a while, and there is already a lot of dust and cobwebs in the room. He rolled up his sleeves and started to sort them out.
I didn't expect that he could still clean up the housework, and his movements were so familiar.
Xiahou Huan'er blinked her beautiful eyes, her scorching gaze fixed on him without restraint.
What else can't he do?
The room was not big, so it was quickly cleaned up. He walked into the kitchen and quickly ordered two bowls of plain noodles.
Eating the noodles made by him, Xiahou Huan'er felt a touch of emotion in her heart, and her eyes couldn't help but feel hot and astringent.
"Not delicious?" Seeing her difficult movements, Dongfang Xing frowned.
Xiahou Huan'er shook his head and said: "No, it's delicious, but it's been too long since anyone has eaten it for me, so I'm a little disappointed."
Dongfang Xing's face tightened and he subconsciously blurted out: "Who?"
Xiahou Huan'er didn't notice anything strange about him, and a proud smile appeared on her face: "My brother Jin, he is the best person to me in this world."
The person who treats her best?
Dongfang Xing's heart suddenly felt as if he had been pricked by a needle. With a snap, he placed the chopsticks heavily on the table, then stood up and walked outside.
"Dongfang Xing, what's wrong with you?" Xiahou Huan'er looked at his stiffly leaving back with some shock.
What did she say wrong?
Her eyes moved to his bowl. There was still more than half of the bowl of noodles. Is he full?
It was really inexplicable. I was eating well, but suddenly I lost my temper and left without saying a word.
"What a bad temper." Xiahou Huan'er muttered and ignored him. He wasn't hungry, but she was.
Dongfang Xing came outside, lay down on the grass, and looked up at the blue sky with squinted eyes. Although he remained calm on the outside, there was already a frenzy in his heart.
He actually felt angry because of her words.
Seeing the look of dependence on the man on her face, their relationship must be very close, and he suddenly felt the urge to kill.
She has influenced him too much, beyond what he can accept.
He suddenly clenched his fist and beat it hard on the grass.
After Xiahou Huan'er had a full stomach, she was already tired from being bumped around for so long, so she climbed into the only bed in the wooden house and fell asleep.
This place is really quiet, with only the faint sound of insects and birds chirping, which makes people feel very comfortable.
Xiahou Huan'er didn't know how long she slept. When she woke up, it was already dark. There was only one lamp on in the room, and Dongfang Xing was using his laptop with his back to her.
She glanced at the quilt on her body. It was very tightly covered, and she couldn't help but smile slightly. He must have covered her with it.
