Sure enough, she didn't ask any more questions, closed the bathroom door, and left the bathroom in embarrassment.
After Tang Yu finished his shower, he didn't see her in the room when he came out of the bathroom. Where did she go
He wiped his wet hair and opened the door to go out. The villa was bright as day, and he looked around but could not see any shadow.
"Star?"
I called out, but no one responded.
Just as he was wondering, he heard a scream of "Ah" coming from the kitchen downstairs. Tang Yu's heart tightened, and he almost immediately strode downstairs.
"What's wrong?" He opened the kitchen door, strode in and asked in a deep voice.
Song Zhixing was standing in front of the rows of ovens in the kitchen, blowing on them with her fingers pinched to her lips. Her face was wrinkled in pain.
"What are you doing?" Tang Yu breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that she had no other injuries. He walked over and took her hand. He saw that her originally snow-white fingers were now red from being burned. He pulled her under the water and rinsed her with cold water. "How did you get burned?"
"I was heating up food for you, but I forgot to wear heat-insulating gloves and got burned by accident." Song Zhixing muttered, feeling a little annoyed. She never had the opportunity to cook at home, so even simple hot dishes took her quite a while to prepare.
Tang Yu looked at her deeply, and suddenly raised his lips with a charming smile. She was just annoyed that she couldn't even use a microwave properly, and when she saw him laughing, she felt that he was making fun of her. Embarrassed, she nudged him with her elbow, "What are you laughing at? Stop laughing."
Shui Ling glared at him angrily.
However, those eyes, under the light, rippled and shone with a radiant luster, not like anger, but more like temptation, extremely seductive. Tang Yu looked at her, his mind was surging, and he kissed her burned finger, as if it was not enough, he leaned over, lifted her little face, and kissed her lips again. Song Zhixing snorted softly, and her legs became a little weak after being kissed by him.
After a long time, he let her go. The mist in her eyes was even more attractive. He smiled, "I'm surprised."
"What's surprising?"
"It turns out that you are more suitable to be a wife than I thought. But I have always treated you as a child." His voice was low, and it sounded particularly touching in the dark night.
Song Zhixing leaned against the glass platform, stood in front of his chest, looked up at this charming man, and said seriously: "I know you treat me like a child, but I am serious about marrying you, not joking with you."
Song Zhixing put her hand in his palm and said, "I want to be a good wife like everyone else. I know I may not be good at anything, and I am not as good as my aunt in many ways, but I will make myself better and stand by your side."
Her voice made Tang Yu's heart waver, and waves of warmth rippled in his heart. Finally, he spoke emotionally: "You can become excellent, but you are not allowed to hurt yourself. Besides, in my eyes, you are better than anyone else."
The last few words fell into Song Zhixing's ears, and she felt that they were the most beautiful and best love words. The smile on her face widened, and even her voice became very sweet, "This time it was an accident. I will have experience and it won't happen next time."
Tang Yu asked her to stand aside, put on heat-insulating gloves, and took the meal out of the microwave. He took a look and said, "Fortunately, it's not burnt. It's a good success for the first time."
Oops.
Is this a compliment or an insult to her
Tang Yu didn't have much of an appetite at first, but when the aroma came out, he actually wanted to eat. Especially with her company.
"Would you like to eat something?" Tang Yu took a spoon and scooped some soup for her.
"But I have already rinsed my mouth."
"Come and wash up again with me later."
Song Zhixing opened her lips obediently and drank the soup. She felt that the soup tonight was more delicious than ever before.
"Have you decided where to go for fun?" Tang Yu asked her.
"Now that your mother is sick, can you still go out and play? It's okay with me, even slowly."
Tang Yu nodded. Indeed, he couldn't feel at ease if he left now.
"By the way, stretch out your hand." Tang Yu remembered something and put down the cutlery.
Song Zhixing didn't quite understand, but she still opened her hands and stretched them out in front of him. Tang Yu gently clasped her right hand, and then, to her surprise and delight, a ring was firmly put on her finger from the tip of her finger.
The light passed over the diamond on the ring, casting a dazzling glow, and Song Zhixing's eyes became hot.
"It's your turn." Tang Yu handed her another simple men's ring.
Song Zhixing held the ring, and felt that everything was so sacred. She slowly and solemnly put the ring on Tang Yu's finger.
"When did you prepare it?" Song Zhixing was pleasantly surprised. His fingers were stroking the ring slowly.
"Originally I was going to take you to buy it after I got the license today, but then something happened and I had to find time to go alone." Fortunately, he knew everything about her, including the size of her fingers. "Do you like it?"
Song Zhixing nodded. Tang Yu knew her preferences very well. There was no way she would not like the things he picked. Moreover, it was such a meaningful thing.
As long as he bought it, as long as it was a wedding ring, she liked it. Whether it was gorgeous or simple, she loved it. It took Song Zhixing a long time to understand that these things became so sacred only because he did it. If it were someone else, he would not have such a heartbeat.
Song Zhixing was thinking, when suddenly, he accidentally glanced at his arm under his pajamas. There seemed to be a long wound on that strong arm.
While he wasn't paying attention, she lifted his sleeve neatly. A wound, running from his wrist to his elbow, was shocking to see.
Song Zhixing felt a pain in his heart, "What happened?"
"It's a minor problem." Tang Yu said calmly, "It's been dealt with."
"How did it come about?" Song Zhixing rubbed the edge of the wound with his fingers, frowning.
Tang Yu put down his sleeves, and seeing that she was looking at him inquiringly, he told the truth, "My mother was very emotional and scratched it with the porcelain pieces of the vase."
"Is her condition so serious?" So serious that she even hurt her own son
"So, this is why I don't want you to meet her." Tang Yu looked at her with a deeper gaze, "Lest she hurt you by mistake."
It is entirely possible!
She nodded, "Then I won't see you. It won't be too late to see you again when you are better. But you have to take care of your wound now."
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The next day.
Early in the morning, when Song Zhixing woke up, Tang Yu was already awake.
"What time is it?" she asked lazily.
"It's just past 8 o'clock." Tang Yu's hand was still behind her head, and he held the back of her head. His handsome face rubbed her hair greedily, "Sleep a little longer, it's still early."
[Good night! I'll be home on the 28th~~~]