082 Awareness
"Just hold it for a while, be good, don't be afraid..." he muttered, and veins burst out on the back of his hand. How much restraint must be exhausted in order not to violate her! Absolutely, absolutely can't scare her. She is like a restless little beast, seeming to be slowly approaching him, but maybe if there is any accident, she will hide away again.
He will not repeat the same mistakes again, and will not let her have any opportunities or excuses to stay away from him again!
Chu Huan didn't dare to move, and shrank stiffly in Xiao Moye's arms. The softness of her chest was completely attached to his chest, and her face was rubbed against the hard/straight military uniform fabric, giving it a strange feeling. And with his head resting on her shoulders, his heavy breathing made her neck and ears numb and itchy and hotter every time, every time.
After a long while, she felt that his gasping sound finally slowly subsided, and the hand that was holding her waist was also loosened little by little.
"Okay?" She couldn't help asking.
"Yeah." He murmured, and then he straightened up. His complexion had been restored to the same level as before, and Junya couldn't see a trace of strangeness on her face. It's as if the scene just now never happened.
Chu Huan's eyes floated towards Xiao Moye's lower body unconsciously, but the hem of the military uniform was blocking that place, and there was nothing to notice.
"Interested and want to see it?" His low groan smile reached her ears.
She shook her head quickly. Although holding back is not good for the man's health, she currently has no plans to contribute her to help him put out the fire.
Both their clothes are a bit crumpled at the moment. Xiao Moye naturally raised his hand, helped Chu Huan finish her clothes, and buttoned a few loose buttons. At the end, she saw the socks in her shoes slipped halfway, and squatted down again, unbuttoning her shoes. Shoelaces, took off her shoes, put her feet on his knees, stretched the socks carefully, and then laced her shoes.
Chu Huan stared at Xiao Moye blankly. He just bent his knees like this, as if half-kneeling in front of her. It was a scene often depicted in comics and novels. At this moment, Xiao Moye, who was still wearing a military uniform, looked like the most loyal knight.
"I'll do it myself." She regained her senses and said hurriedly.
"Don't move, you'll be fine soon." He didn't mean to transfer this "work" at all.
Chu Huan had to watch Xiao Moye tidy up her footwear and socks for her "condescendingly", then watched him get up, straighten up his own military uniform at random, and close his sleeves and neckline. The movements are all chic, and the look is a kind of pleasing to the eye.
When Xiao Moye buckled the belt again and looked up at Chu Huan, she suddenly discovered that she didn't know what to say for a while. My mind went blank for a while, and my mouth came out first, "Is you hungry, do you want me to cook something for you?"
As soon as he spoke, Chu Huan regretted it, but Xiao Moye's lips lightly opened, and a simple "good" word escaped from his thin lips.
Chu Huan has never been the kind of woman who has cooking skills. When she was in her hometown, she used to eat and live at home. The old lady cooked the authentic southern dishes at home. Every time she was hungry, she was taken care of by her own mother. In case my mother has a lot of things, my father can do it. Although the dishes are not as good as my old mother, there are many kinds of things that can win at the meeting.
Let’s leave home and come to City Z. Chu Huan didn’t want to learn how to cook. On weekdays, she messed up in the school restaurant. When she occasionally thought about improving the food, she found some food posts on the Internet and talked to Fang Ting’er. Run over.
Fang Ting'er, like Chu Huan, is of the kind with poor cooking skills, so the basic use of the kitchen counter in the shared kitchen is to cook some quick-frozen food and instant noodles.
Chu Huan had nothing to say. After speaking, after thinking about it, she could only take out a pack of the most expensive instant noodles at home. It was known as nutritious and healthy. She bought it at the supermarket for 10 yuan and 5 cents.
"Would you like to eat?" she asked whisperingly.
"Okay." Xiao Moye didn't have any comments.
So Chu Huan rolled up his sleeves, washed the pot, and then boiled the instant noodles for five minutes...
"Spicy?" She looked at the bag of hot sauce in the seasoning bag.
He leaned on the door of the kitchen, looking at the person whose complexion was reddened by the heat, he only felt that there was something fermenting in his heart.
His joy is within his reach.
"Let's put it in half," he said.
According to her words, she put half a packet of chili sauce, then put down the other seasoning packets, picked up the noodles and served the soup, and brought them to the dining room table in the living room.
So when Fang Ting'er and Du Hai walked into the apartment, they saw Xiao Moye eating instant noodles in the living room at home, while the buddies were sitting next to Xiao Moye watching TV, which was replaying at this time. "Saint Seiya"
Harmonious, warm and natural.
In Fang Ting'er's head, the four words old husband and wife floated gorgeously.
"You eat, you continue to eat!" Fang Ting'er winked and said, with an expression of "I am very acquainted", Chu Huan vomited blood.
Turning off the TV, Chu Huan asked, "How is Tian Xiaoxiao?"
"What else? Ask her assistant to buy a new dress in the lounge." Fang Ting'er shrugged. "She has smashed everything that can be smashed in the lounge. I read the information. It wasn't the rich lady who was born, how could she have such a big temper."
Chu Huan could imagine what it was like.
"Chu Huan, I'm really sorry today for letting you get the slap of Tian Xiaoxiao." Du Hai said suddenly.
As soon as these words came out, Chu Huan's expression instantly froze, while Xiao Moye raised his head and looked at Du Hai, "Is the injury on Huan's face caused by the person named Tian Xiaoxiao's slap?"
"Why, didn't Chu Huan tell you?" Du Hai asked strangely.
Fang Ting'er yelled, "Huanhuan, why don't you say it!"
Chu Huan had to smile, "It's not a big deal anyway." As he said, he glanced at Xiao Moye secretly, but he didn't see any change in his expression.
"What's not a big deal!" Fang Ting'er said outrageously, "You are kind to help Tian Xiaoxiao mend her skirt, but she slapped you instead."
"What's the matter?" Xiao Moye frowned and asked.
Fang Ting'er hurriedly told Xiao Moye what had happened in the People's Theater. When it was said that Tian Xiaoxiao had to ask for 10,000 yuan, Xiao Moye frowned slightly, and then stared at Chu Huan, "Since I want to solve it. Regarding this matter, I didn’t even think about asking me to pay this ten thousand."