[7th story]
[Nanzhuo Fanwai]
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"Azhuo, the doctor said there is no cure for drowsiness. You need to restrain yourself. As long as you try to control it, one day you will be able to... Ah Zhuo, Ah Zhuo? Did you listen to me?"
Sitting on the sofa, Yu Chu turned his head and saw the boy dozing off with his forehead propped up. He couldn't help laughing, and reached out to pinch his face.
The young man opened his eyes, the color of amber was a little hazy, he curled up his thin lips and smiled, his voice was light: "I'm listening, but Chuchu, so sleepy."
As he spoke, he rubbed his eyes, stretched out a slender hand, rested his face casually, closed his eyes slightly, and drew down his eyelashes.
With a fair and beautiful face, Yu Chu couldn't bear to pinch him again, but this was not the way to go, so she thought about it, and suddenly thought of something, and said, "No, get up, you told me to cook for me."
"..."
Nan Zhuo slowly opened his eyes, dazed for a moment, remembering that he had indeed promised... For some reason, she seemed certain that his cooking would be delicious.
But he didn't cook. It's too late to spend all the time sleeping, how can I learn how to cook.
Thinking in his heart, the young man turned his head to look at Yu Chu. Seeing her smiling and staring at him, he silently swallowed back the words "I haven't cooked", nodded obediently and stood up.
In the kitchen, the cooking robot stood respectfully aside, Nan Zhuo raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, trying to resist sleepiness. If he had done it before, he wouldn't have done these things... so tired.
But now, the boy frowned and carefully studied the purpose of the equipment, his amber pupils lowered, with a little uncertainty, and started following the steps.
Well, salt... ok, chili... a little less, and fire... turn it up, ok, turn it off...
Calmly and earnestly preparing a meal, Nan Zhuo felt that it was not as difficult as he imagined. The robot brought it to the table and watched the girl put a bite into his mouth. He frowned and became slightly nervous.
Yu Chu took a bite, raised his eyebrows silently, glanced at him, nodded and said, "It's delicious."
Sure enough, it is Feng Qing's own skill...
But she has never seen the main god himself cook, so... Is it really a talent
Yu Chu struggled for a while, then raised his eyes to look at Nan Zhuo who was opposite him. The other party was biting the spoon, with slender eyelashes drooping, and when he noticed her looking over, he raised his light amber eyes and looked at her quietly.
Regarding the delicious food cooked by himself, Nan Zhuo didn't say anything, he bit the spoon calmly, raised his eyes slightly, a little light gold was exposed under the eyelashes, and asked slowly and in a low voice: "After eating, can I sleep?"
Yu Chu: "..."
What a sleepy god.
It lasted a long time today, but compared to the doctor's order, it was obviously not enough.
Before she came, this guy Nan Zhuo had no intention of being obedient, and slept every day when he should. Although the lethargy did not worsen, it would not heal on its own.
Seeing him rubbing his eyes sleepily, Yu Chu shook his head helplessly while laughing, "No, I can't sleep."
"..."
Nan Zhuo blinked slowly to relieve his drowsiness. The amber color reflected the appearance of the opposite person. He was silent for a while. He propped his forehead, a pair of beautiful pupils were slightly careless, and said lightly:
"Then come here and kiss me."
Yu Chu choked, then laughed, and raised his eyebrows at him: "What if I don't kiss?"
The boy's eyelashes moved slightly, and his voice lowered, unhurriedly, "...so sleepy."
"..."