He immediately asked: "Are you feeling uncomfortable?
Is it a stomachache?"
I heard that Lu Yao has never officially had a boyfriend as she has grown up.
When a young, handsome man who just fits her aesthetics approaches her, she actually feels quite nervous inside.
Even though she thought this man was weird, she didn't dislike him.
She is really good at controlling her appearance, and Xue Zhengdong's appearance lies in her aesthetics.
Therefore, she didn't know how to speak.
Xue Zhengdong's face turned a bit anxious: "I'll take you to the hospital. The stomach problem may be serious or minor."
As he spoke, he wanted to call a ride-hailing service.
Wen Luyao hurriedly stopped her: "No, it's not a stomachache. My aunt is here."
After saying that, she was startled for a moment.
In desperation, she couldn't think of any excuses to make up, so she had to tell the truth.
Xue Zhengdong's fingers were slightly stiff.
The sunshine in early May was warm, but both of them felt a cold wind behind their heads.
Nothing is more embarrassing than this.
It was about 1.5 kilometers from the sports park to their apartment, which was neither far nor close. In addition, Wen Luyao had to buy towels, so she had to walk.
Xue Zhengdong tugged at her sports bag: "Give it to me."
The bag contained changed clothes, swimwear, toiletries, and skin care products. It was very heavy.
I heard that Lu Yao didn't insist.
Xue Zhengdong asked again: "Do you want me to help you?"
"No, it's okay."
After walking through the traffic lights and arriving at the street near their apartment, Wen Luyao went to the pharmacy and bought a box of painkillers.
Xue Zhengdong kept following her and said nothing.
Just when paying, he scanned the payment code first.
Wen Luyao didn't have the strength to fight with him.
Many of her things were stored in the old house, and she didn't have time to buy anything for the new residence.
The two went to the convenience store again.
When Wen Luyao was choosing her aunt's towel, Xue Zhengdong went to buy some eggs.
The money was paid by Xue Zhengdong.
The two returned to the apartment and Wen Luyao took the bag from his hand.
I took medicine at home and heard Lu Yao nestled on the sofa, feeling a little more comfortable.
When it was dinner time, she exhausted her energy by swimming and was very hungry now.
I'm planning to order takeout, but I don't know what to eat.
Nothing seems to taste good.
Someone knocked on the door.
Seeing Xue Zhengdong through the peephole, Wen Luyao simply opened the door this time.
He changed into casual trousers and a long-sleeved white T-shirt, inexplicably looking like a senior in graduate school, which made him feel more friendly.
He was always gentle towards Wen Luyao, from his eyes to his words.
"Miss Wen, I'm going to make dinner. Do you want something light?"
he asks.
Wen Luyao: "Ah... no, no need, I'll order takeout."
“Takeaway food is heavy in oil and trans fats can make you fat.
I use less oil when making vegetable dishes. Although it may not be as delicious as takeout, it is definitely healthy and not afraid of gaining weight."
He said.
Wen Luyao: "...can you really cook?"
"I can."
He said, “I have mysophobia and I don’t like to eat unless it is cooked by my own chef.
When you go out to work, you can’t take a chef with you, so you just cook it yourself.”
Wen Luyao: "..."
Your reasons are incredible.
Wen Luyao hesitated and wanted to refuse.
But the sincerity on the other person's face, and even the expectation, made her unable to be cruel.
She seemed reluctant to let him down.
You can cruelly reject his WeChat messages without meeting him in person, but once you see his face, you can't be heartless.
Wen Luyao is not a sentimental and weak character. She used to refuse other suitors face to face and would not be sloppy.
"Okay, then I'll trouble you."
She finally agreed.
Xue Zhengdong smiled at her.
Like the sunshine in early spring, his smile was bright and warm, shining into Wen Luyao's heart.