Jiang Xingzhou became a little suspicious when Song Ci pushed him around intentionally or unintentionally.
How come you are still drunk so early in the morning? You can't even walk steadily.
The back of my hand seemed to have touched it, it was slippery and icy cold, and it was quite comfortable to touch in this weather.
He glanced at it quietly, and Song Ci didn't seem to notice that their hands touched. He kept his head down, wondering what he was thinking about, and his ears were red.
Song Ci didn't react, so Jiang Xingzhou naturally didn't show anything and continued walking forward.
The intentional or unintentional touch on the back of the hand also brings a bit of secret stimulation.
Jiang Xingzhou thought again that after breakfast they would go out hand in hand. He was still a little nervous when he talked about it, after all, he had never held hands with other girls of the same age. He suddenly realized that he was not much better than Song Ci.
If I have to say something, it is that he is thicker-skinned. He doesn't blush when touched like Song Ci, or whimper and act like a spoiled child when angry.
Jiang Xingzhou's imagination ran wild, his mind filled with imagining the scene of people seeing the two of them holding hands.
So exciting.
Suddenly, Song Ciqin's cool little hand forcefully pressed into his palm.
When walking, the hands naturally hang down in the form of a loose fist, with a gap of moderate size in the middle, which makes it convenient for Song Ci to put his hands in.
Jiang Xingzhou didn't expect Song Ci to do this. He was stunned and a little shocked for a moment.
Aren’t we going to hold hands later when we go out to buy ingredients
Why is it starting now
Pretty positive
He looked over unconsciously, and his steps slowed down a bit.
Song Ci's entire neck turned red, and she was so embarrassed that she wanted to let go of his hand and run away immediately, but when she thought that this was for the video, Song Ci endured it.
She looked down at the road beneath her feet, and crossed her legs quickly, even a little faster than Jiang Xingzhou. Jiang Xingzhou was so shocked that he couldn't speak, and quickly quickened his pace to catch up.
It wasn't long before they reached the elevator. Jiang Xingzhou carried their breakfast in one hand and held Song Ci's little hand in the other, leaving him with no free hand.
"Song Ci, press the elevator."
Song Ci pressed the elevator button dejectedly.
Jiang Xingzhou looked at the current situation and couldn't help but laugh. How could it suddenly become so perfect
It feels exactly like taking my girlfriend to buy breakfast.
Not to mention, it feels good to have both hands filled, especially the soft and smooth little hand held in my right hand.
While waiting for the elevator, Jiang Xingzhou looked at the two people's hands holding together with boredom, and couldn't help pinching the dimples on Song Ci's finger joints. She looked like a skinny little girl, but unexpectedly, her hands were chubby, and it was quite fun to press the dimples.
But her hands are so small, probably a little shorter than his, Jiang Xingzhou thought.
Suddenly, Jiang Xingzhou seemed to feel Song Ci's hand shrink, and heard a very light "hum", but with the sound of the elevator arriving, Jiang Xingzhou was not too sure.
There was no one in the elevator, so two people went up.
Because we were holding hands, it was a bit awkward to turn around after entering because my hands were entangled.
Jiang Xingzhou coughed lightly: "Well, let go for a moment, turn around and press the elevator button."
"Okay." Song Ci said in a low voice, but didn't dare to speak louder.
Jiang Xingzhou waited for a while, but there was no movement on his hands
When he turned around, his eyes met Song Ci's.
There is no other reason, it's just a speechless look at an idiot.
Jiang Xingzhou: “?”
You sweet girls would look at people like this
Song Ci's look was not so bad as to suggest that Jiang Xingzhou had over-interpreted her words.
Song Ci didn't say anything, just kept staring at him.
Jiang Xingzhou felt frightened by the stare and looked down at the two people's hands holding together.
Well, he is holding someone's hand, so he should be the one to let go.
Ahem, instinct. I can't resist it!
"Sorry, sorry." Jiang Xingzhou let go and turned around to press the elevator button.
Awkwardness spread in the small elevator room.
Jiang Xingzhou made up his mind, changed the hand with which he held the breakfast, and moved over to hold Song Ci's little hand.
Song Ci took a look and didn't struggle.
The cool little hands were completely wrapped by the warm big hands, and the fingers became warm instantly.
Because he turned around, Jiang Xingzhou shook hands with another hand this time. The other hand had already been infected with Jiang Xingzhou's body temperature, and this hand had just received the warmth from Jiang Xingzhou.
Song Ci thought secretly, it feels so comfortable.
She has had cold hands since she was a child, even in summer, but she didn't have any disease. According to her mother Yang Xiuli, she is just too weak and needs to exercise more.
Being wrapped in warmth like this, she felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction in her heart.
Song Ci pursed her lips slightly, and the ears, which had just cooled down, slowly turned red again.
It was Jiang Xingzhou who took the initiative to hold it.
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"Do you need me to pour this porridge into a bowl?" Jiang Xingzhou asked as he placed breakfast on the table.
Song Ci sat up straight beside her, like a good baby waiting to be fed. She thought about it and realized that the porridge was still steaming hot when it was poured out. She was afraid that using a straw would burn her mouth, so she nodded: "Yes."
After thinking about it, she felt that it was not a good idea for her to sit and wait for food, so she stood up: "I'll go get the bowl."
Without giving Jiang Xingzhou a chance to react, she ran to the kitchen. The hem of her floral skirt swayed, which looked quite pretty.
After a while, Song Ci brought two small bowls and a cherry blossom spoon, and Jiang Xingzhou poured the porridge into them, just right.
I don’t know when Jiang Xingzhou’s small bowl was taken from his room to the kitchen and placed together with the Song Dynasty porcelain.
"Drink it." He pushed the small bowl towards Song Ci.
"Okay." There was only a little pink left on Song Ci's face, and she had almost recovered.
Song Ci took a look at the steaming eight-treasure porridge and simply took a bun and started eating it in small bites.
The buns were very soft. Song Ci took a bite, but didn't get any filling. She pouted, feeling unhappy. Then she opened her mouth wider and took a big bite. Finally, she saw the filling and smiled with satisfaction.
He squinted his eyes and chewed the bun seriously, looking like he was enjoying the meal very much.
Jiang Xingzhou gave himself a brain explosion. He was eating his own food and watching what others were doing. Could it be that what others had was tastier
But seeing that Song Ci was finally happy, he couldn't help but feel a little excited.
It seemed that his mood was affected and Jiang Xingzhou had not yet realized the seriousness of the matter.
He picked up the spoon and drank some porridge, but was scalded and immediately cried out.
Song Ci turned around and looked at him blankly: "What's wrong?"
"No, let's eat." Jiang Xingzhou resisted the urge to stick out his tongue and waved his hand.
"Okay." Song Ci didn't think much about it and took another bite of the bun with a smile.
The filling was oily and flowed down from the corners of Song Ci's mouth.
Jiang Xingzhou wiped it off without thinking.
Pressing the corner of Song Ci's mouth, the flesh was plump and indeed very soft.