Ye Qiao raised his face from the porridge bowl and met the eyes of Ji Mo opposite him.
Their eyes met, and her heartbeat accelerated rapidly.
Why is this guy staring at her all the time without eating
She quickly lowered her face to check herself. Only one button of her clothes was open and not exposed. She swiped her lips with her tongue and found no rice grains. Ye Qiao coughed lightly.
"Is there something on my face?"
Ji Mo didn't answer, still looking straight at her.
Ye Qiao narrowed his eyes and soon noticed something strange. He seemed to be looking at her, but he didn't seem to be looking at her. It felt like he was looking somewhere through her.
Feeling a little embarrassed by his gaze, Ye Qiao raised her finger and shook it on his face.
"Ji Mo?!"
"ah!"
Ji Mo came back to his senses, noticed his gaffe, picked up the porridge bowl and drank the porridge.
"Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
"No." Ji Mo shook his head, "Just... thinking about something."
Seeing that he was back to normal, Ye Qiao didn't pay much attention.
After the meal, when she just stood up, Ji Mo had already stretched out his palm and pinched her bowl.
"I'll take care of it!"
"It's just two bowls. It'll be ready soon!" Ye Qiao took the bowl from his hand and walked towards the kitchen. He stopped at the door and said, "Oh, by the way, I'll put your belt on the bedside table. You Did you see it?"
"Oh... see."
Ji Mo stuttered in response, and Ye Qiao had already walked into the kitchen.
Raising his hand to stroke his forehead, he turned and walked towards the living room. His nose sensitively caught some familiar scents. When he raised his face, he saw the purple dress Ye Qiao wore yesterday on the balcony, swaying gently in the wind in the sun.
This kind of scene has been a long time coming for Ji Mo.
Since the death of my mother, there has been little sense of femininity in this house.
I used to date Pei Ruoxi when I was in school. Every time she came here, she would say that this house was too yin-y and she never liked to stay here.
I remember when I was a child, my mother liked to hang the clothes on the balcony every time she washed them. He did his homework in the living room when the light in his small bedroom was not good. There was always a faint fragrance of softener in the air, just like... right now.
Ji Mo was in a trance for a moment, as if he was instantly transported back to his childhood, when his mother was cooking in the kitchen and he was doing homework in the living room, and a warm softness arose deep in his heart.
A hand reached out and patted his arm gently.
Ji Mo turned around and looked at Ye Qiao beside him, raising his lips and smiling at her.
"Thanks!"
Ye Qiao was confused by the meaningless thank you.
"Thank you for what?"
"Thank you for doing my laundry."
"Why are you so polite?"
Looking sideways at him, Ye Qiao walked up to the balcony with a smile, reached out and touched the hem of her skirt to make sure it was dry. She turned around and wanted to lower the clothes hanger.
The clothes hanger is quite old and the rotating lift is not very easy to use. It gets stuck in place after being lowered for a while.
She had no choice but to pick up her feet and stretch her fingers towards the clothes hanger, but just missed it.
Just as she was secretly annoyed, an arm reached out from behind to help her take off the skirt hanging on the hanger. It was Ji Mo.
Ye Qiao reached out and took it, smiling back at him.
"Is there an iron?"
"I'll get it for you!" Ji Mo turned around and walked away. After a while, he took out his mother's ironing board and iron. He helped her open the ironing board and plug in the wires. He stretched out his hand to test the temperature. "These are all My mom’s things haven’t been used in a long time, so I don’t know if they can still be used.”