Ji Mianmian didn't care about anything and immediately jumped out of bed, running out with bare feet and no clothes on.
There was no one outside. Ji Mianmian felt cold from head to toe. She called Murong Mian's name, but no one answered her.
Ji Mianmian was trembling all over, he was gone, he... was he still gone
Ji Mianmian shook her head, no, he said he would never leave again, he said he would take her with him.
Ji Mianmian trembled and went to get her cell phone, wanting to call Murong Mian, but her hand seemed to be no longer her own, and her fingers were so stiff that she couldn't bend them.
Suddenly the door rang, Ji Mianmian dropped her phone and ran out.
As soon as Murong Mian opened the door, his vision went dark, and someone rushed into his arms. He subconsciously reached out and hugged her tightly.
As a result, after touching it, I discovered that the person in my arms was not wearing clothes yet.
Murong Mian was startled and quickly kicked the door shut: "When did you wake up? Why did you run out without any clothes or shoes? Is it cold?"
Ji Mianmian hung on him and sniffed: "Where have you been?"
Seeing him, Ji Mianmian really felt that she could no longer bear this kind of fright, as if she had died for once.
Murong Mian was holding a big shopping bag in one hand, which was full of things. He said, "I see you went to the supermarket before you woke up. Otherwise, if you wake up, we won't have anything to eat and you will be hungry." ”
Ji Mianmian buried her head in his arms and refused to go down.
Murong Mian put down the things and carried her back to the bedroom. She felt cold on her body. He blamed him: "How could you run out without putting on clothes? What if I wasn't the one who opened the door?"
Ji Mianmian whispered: "I was scared by you."
Murong Mian paused and sighed: "Yes, it's my fault... I will tell you in advance next time I go out."
She nodded: "Yes."
Murong Mian took out a set of home clothes she wore at home and put them on her, "I'm going to cook. What do you want to eat?"
Ji Mianmian shook her head: "I don't want to eat now. You promised me last night..."
Murong Mian rubbed her bangs: "I've been hungry all night. Eat first. I'll tell you when you're done. Be good."
"Well… "
…
Murong Mian put on an apron and went to the kitchen. He bought a lot of ingredients, washed an apple and handed it to Ji Mianmian to eat first.
She stood at the door of the kitchen and watched her cooking, and even asked her to go to the living room, but she didn't go.
Murong Mian shook his head and moved a small bench for her to sit down and watch.
So, while he was cooking in the kitchen, she sat on the small bench, eating apples and looking at him.
In the kitchen, the sounds of chopping vegetables, the sounds of porridge bubbling, and the sounds of cooking all mingled together, making Ji Mianmian feel particularly at ease.
She felt that she was just an ordinary and vulgar woman. She just liked such a life that was full of fireworks, ordinary and simple to monotonous. It was too thrilling, twists and turns, and she couldn't enjoy it, nor did she like it.
She just wants to live in this home with the man she likes.
Murong Mian cooked the meal and took it out, asking Ji Mianmian to come and eat.
Ji Mianmian took a bite of the tomato scrambled eggs he made and sighed: "The food you cooked is still delicious..."
Murong Mian served her a bowl of porridge, "Eat more, and I will feed you back the meat you lost before."
Ji Mianmian chuckled.
After eating, she touched her bulging belly, washed the dishes with him, pulled him to sit down, and said, "I'm ready, just tell me."