Seeing Chi Xiuyuan fleeing, He Shuyu laughed unceremoniously.
Her wanton laughter filled the small house, and Chi Xiuyuan got into the kitchen, her ears burning hot.
He pursed his lips slightly, turned on the faucet to wash his hands, and the cold water rushed through his skin. Not only did he not wash away the temperature of the body due to the ambiguity, but it stirred up the burning heat in his heart.
He Shuyu's laughter was in his ears, crisp and sweet, and drilled straight into his chest. The tip of his nose also had the cold fragrance that spread unscrupulously when she leaned over.
It smells so good, it's even addicting.
The jade-white slender index finger evoked a provocative arc, and the faint pink on the fingertip quietly revealed the charm of a woman...
Chi Xiuyuan shook his head vigorously, tossed away the things that should not be there, and prepared to make lunch.
When he got to the refrigerator, he was in trouble.
He didn't know what He Shuyu liked to eat and what taboos he had. It was nothing to ask, but the embarrassment just happened, and he didn't want to be teased again.
He stood for a while, thinking that if he invited someone to his house as a guest, he should behave like a host.
After He Shuyu teased the children, she restrained her laughter and was about to find something to do to pass the time when she suddenly noticed that there were many photos hanging on the wall in the room.
Most of them are Chi Xiuyuan's personal photos, from childhood to adulthood, there are only a few photos taken with his mother and grandmother.
He Shuyu supported her chin and looked down from the top, the more she looked, the more interested she became.
The bean-sized Chi Xiuyuan is extraordinarily cute. He is white and tender like a small bun. In the photo, he looks up at the camera blankly. He is so cute that he wants to hug him into his arms and kiss him fiercely, and he is cold now. There is absolutely no resemblance to the appearance of the face that is not close to strangers.
Further down is the photo of him after school, carrying a schoolbag and holding Grandma Chi's hand, and missing a front tooth when he smiled at the camera.
Junior high school, high school, award-winning, playing, there are many kinds.
From childhood to adulthood, the expression of the teenager in front of the camera became less and less, and the more he liked it.
Finally, He Shuyu's eyes were fixed on a photo on the edge.
The Chi Xiuyuan in this photo is completely different from the Chi Xiuyuan in the other photos.
He was wearing a leather jacket and trousers, with long Martin boots on his feet, various rings on his hands, and chains dangling from his clothes, like a bad boy.
Of course, that's not the point, the point is that he's on a dance step, doing a very difficult spacewalk.
Do kids still dance? Seeing the action must be a good technique.
He Shuyu's eyes lit up, and his eyes fell on the looming abdominal muscles behind the hem of his clothes that he just lifted up.
Chi Xiuyuan in the photo has not changed much from now, he should be in high school...
She raised her hand, but before she moved, a human wall blocked her.
He Shuyu touched it firmly with one hand, and her palm just pressed against the chest of Chi Xiuyuan, who was blocked.
He had already taken off his thick down jacket, and was now wearing only an apricot sweater with his sleeves rolled up.
The sweater outlines his firm chest, showing the pecs but covering the abs.
Chi Xiuyuan, who had been tangled in the kitchen, came out and saw He Shuyu staring at her photo with great interest.
For some unknown reason, his heart felt hot, and the temperature on his face that had finally receded began to burn again.
He thought that He Shuyu would withdraw his eyes after taking a few glances, but she stared at one of the photos and couldn't bear to look away.
The smile on his lips made him not dare to delve into her thoughts at the time, and he didn't even think about standing in front of her.
When the brain is hot, don't send yourself to the door.
After a brief silence, He Shuyu raised her eyebrows, and before the child turned into a tortoise, she took the initiative to return her hand, "Although it's not abs, but pectoral muscles are pretty good."
Chi Xiuyuan: "…"
Although he didn't get started directly, the words made him more embarrassed than his fingertips, as if he had sent it to the door himself.
Chi Xiuyuan is about to steam himself, and he can't wait for the time to pass immediately, so as not to face embarrassment all the time.
He pretended not to hear anything, and said dryly, "Didn't you say you're hungry? What do you want to eat? How about dumplings? Grandma has already made the stuffing. I'll wrap a few and cook them right away."
He mechanically introduced that Grandma Chi had prepared several kinds of dumpling fillings.
Seeing that he kept talking, He Shuyu didn't dare to look down at herself, and tutted softly in her heart.
"I haven't made dumplings before, can you teach me how to make dumplings?" When he paused, she inserted a sentence at the right time.
Chi Xiuyuan probably didn't expect to ask trouble.
He Shuyu originally said that making dumplings was not a casual statement, and without giving Chi Xiuyuan a chance to refuse, he went into the kitchen first.
Compared with the oversized kitchen in her villa, the kitchen in front of her is cramped, more than enough for one person, crowded for two, and it may be difficult for three to turn around.
He Shuyu didn't feel uncomfortable at all, and even felt wonderful.
Chi Xiuyuan came in behind her.
"The kitchen is a little small, otherwise you'd better go out, I'll be able to—"
"Don't want to teach me how to make dumplings?" He Shuyu pre-empted him and gave him a hat, lest he find another excuse to drive her out of the kitchen.
Chi Xiuyuan was indeed hoarse, and the sound of his breathing was a little heavy, but He Shuyu could hear it clearly.
She laughed secretly, wandered the kitchen, and finally set her eyes on the stack of dumpling wrappers on the chopping board.
She washed her hands first, pointed to the dumpling skin and said, "Why are you standing there stupidly? Grandma has an operation in the afternoon. Let's go back to the hospital after eating."
Carrying grandma out, Chi Xiuyuan finally stopped dawdling.
He wanted to get around He Shuyu, but the kitchen was too narrow, and when he walked past her, his body inevitably touched.
There is no explicit skin contact, just a simple friction between the chest and the back shoulder.
When in a dense crowd, there are closer touches than this, but it is not comparable to the heat that is burning in his chest at this moment.
Chi Xiuyuan resisted the embarrassment in his heart, washed his hands and dried them, quickly picked up the dumpling wrapper, and wrapped several dumplings in a row, trying to suppress the awkward feeling in his heart.
He Shuyu raised her eyebrows, "That's how you taught me how to make dumplings? There are no steps, no essentials, so let me watch your fingers fly and teach yourself?"
If you let children become teachers, you will definitely mislead the children.
Chi Xiuyuan asked for the thin meat by his cheek, and said dryly, "I don't know how to teach people."
He tries to get her out of the way, realizes that making dumplings is no fun, and immediately leaves the kitchen.
He Shuyu was even more enthusiastic. She held the dumpling skin in her palm and stretched out her hand in front of him, "Since you don't know how to teach, come with your hand?"
She grabbed his wrist with her other hand, trying to demonstrate what it means to hold hands.
Chi Xiuyuan froze all over, and took a quick step back before He Shuyu squeezed into his arms.
The latter frowned reluctantly, "If you want to teach you how to speak, but you can't teach you to teach you, why is it so troublesome?"
Listening to this disgusting tone, it seems that there is no idea to achieve other purposes by making dumplings.
Chi Xiuyuan realized that he was overreacting, and rubbed his nose with the back of his hand to hide the expression on his face. He was about to bluntly drive He Shuyu out of the kitchen, but the latter had already grasped the dumplings and slowly wrapped them as he did just now. .
"Is it like this? I see that your movements are to pinch the front and the back... It's so strange... I'm obviously imitating your movements, why can't I squeeze it tightly? This is also... I'm too ugly, just squeeze it directly. Ok?"
Holding the dumpling skin, He Shuyu wanted to imitate Chi Xiuyuan to make mouse dumplings, but unfortunately the skill was not up to the mark, and he made a four-dimensional dumpling.
Mr. He, who was invincible and invincible in the shopping mall, squeezed the dumpling wrappers a few times and forcibly pressed them together.
When she pinched the dumplings and put them on the chopping board, she angrily found that the clown dumplings she made were incompatible with the beautiful dumplings made by Chi Xiuyuan.
No matter what the people around her thought, she swapped the positions of the two dumplings openly, pretending that the beautiful dumplings were made by herself and the clown dumplings were made by Chi Xiuyuan.
Such a naive behavior made Chi Xiuyuan not know what to say for a while, and even thought it was a little funny, but He Shuyu picked up a dumpling wrapper again and tried again.
For a handicapped person, no matter how many times she tries, the dumplings she makes are not very beautiful, not to mention that she does not have an excellent teacher as a guide.
Chi Xiuyuan saw that she was struggling with dumplings, her hands were full of flour, and the dumplings formed on the chopping board were a little tragic.
He pursed his lips and looked aside, suppressed his smile, and then turned around and said, "I'll teach you."
He put down the dumpling he had just wrapped in his hand, and raised his hand to adjust He Shuyu's dumpling-making posture.
The fingertips of the two inadvertently touched a piece, and a subtle electric current rushed through the dry flour. Chi Xiuyuan curled up his fingers and tried to escape, but He Shuyu looked up at him and smiled.
Chi Xiuyuan thought she was going to speak amazingly again, her body movements were faster than her brain thoughts.
He Shuyu just opened his mouth and took a mouthful of flour.
Chi Xiuyuan put his hand over her mouth, and the flour left on his fingers rushed into her nose.
He Shuyu didn't expect him to make a sudden move, blinked in surprise, and smiled brightly.
The soft and moist feeling spread from the fingertips, Chi Xiuyuan opened his eyes wide, and he dug a hole for himself.
The woman who did bad things was still staring at him with innocent eyes, with shallow condemnation in the depths of her pupils.
seems to say-
"You're holding it too tightly, I can't breathe..."
He Shuyu's innocence didn't last long before she was kicked out of the kitchen. Across a door, Chi Xiuyuan exhaled heavily.
He could no longer look directly at his fingers, and the feeling of the tip of the tongue sweeping across the pulp of the fingers repeated itself, he closed his eyes heavily, and the tip of his tongue rolled up three words.
"He Shuyu..."