Facing a whole cabinet of women's clothing, many thoughts quickly flashed through her mind. Whose do these things belong to? Judging from the styles and colors, they are all worn by young girls. Are they owned by his ex-girlfriend?
Thinking about Zhong Lingtian's age, it is normal to have a girlfriend, but he is single now, which means they have broken up, so why does he still keep his ex-girlfriend's things? The old relationship is unforgettable? Can't bear to throw it away?
Liang Yixun suddenly felt a tightness in his heart and he could hardly breathe.
At this time, the door suddenly "dong dong" sounded, and Zhong Lingtian's voice came subsequently, "Xiao Xun, I just forgot to tell you that there are changes of clothes in the closet. The new ones you choose to wear belong to my sister.
, you two are about the same size."
His sister's?
Liang Yixun was startled again, but the dull feeling in his heart disappeared immediately.
"Oh, I understand, thank you!" Even his tone became brisk.
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Twenty minutes later, Liang Yixun finished taking a shower and picked a set of clean clothes to change into.
As she looked in the mirror, she muttered: She and his sister have similar figures, but they are obviously much different! Her figure is not as good as the owner of these clothes! She secretly glanced at the two brand-new bras in the closet, D cup
Oh! She doesn’t even have enough C.
In 28 years of life, Liang Yixun was dissatisfied with her figure for the first time.
However, she had no time to feel inferior because her stomach was already growling with hunger.
After exiting the guest room and turning left, the aroma from the kitchen hit your nose.
Zhong Lingtian was setting the dishes and chopsticks. He raised his head and said with a smile, "Come over and eat!"
Liang Yixun was shocked for the nth time tonight. He just said he would make her some noodles. She thought they were instant noodles, but he actually made spaghetti!
Zhong Lingtian said disapprovingly, "There are not enough ingredients at home, so I made a simple Italian red sauce pasta. You don't mind, right?"
"Of course not, this is already very good!" Liang Yixun said sincerely. She can also make this Italian red sauce pasta, so she knows that the process is not as simple as it seems on the surface. First, she needs to prepare an Italian pasta, and then
Mince the onion and garlic, chop the tomatoes into a puree, then heat the oil, add the minced garlic, sauté until fragrant, add the minced onion, and stir-fry until the onion turns from light purple to white, then add the tomato puree, stir-fry for a while, and turn off
Lower the heat, cover the pot, and cook. Finally, put the pasta under boiling water and cook until there are no hard spots in the middle. Finally, pick it up and put it on a plate, and pour the red sauce over it.
The whole process needs to be done in one go, which is a test of the chef's skills. She failed many times before mastering the skills, but compared to Zhong Lingtian's cooking skills, hers can't stand on the table.
"Why are you so dazed? Eat it while it's hot." Zhong Lingtian stretched out his finger and waved it in front of her eyes.
Liang Yixun said "Oh" in embarrassment and started to move quickly.
Zhong Lingtian sat opposite her with a smile, and the two enjoyed dinner quietly together.
After the meal, Liang Yixun felt that although she was a guest, she could not always "stretch out her clothes and open her mouth", so she rushed to wash the dishes and wanted to give back politely, but she obviously overestimated herself. After all, it was not her own home.
A strange kitchen, strange facilities, strange tools, everything is not easy to get used to, so it will be a tragedy if you are not careful.
With a "bang", the plate came out of her hand, and she instinctively stepped back.
Zhong Lingtian also rushed forward and asked, "Are you injured..."
Before he finished speaking, he stopped abruptly because... the posture of the two of them was too intimate.
As soon as she stepped back, he stepped forward, face to face, lips to lips.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and Liang Yixun even held his breath.
His face was so close to hers, so close that she could feel every rise and fall of his breath, as well as the warm, hot, and itchy feeling.
She sensed danger and subconsciously wanted to escape, but it was too late. His lips fell gently...