"Why did you cook so many dishes today? Is there anything worth celebrating?" Xi Ying asked.
Xue Mingcan came to his senses, picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs and put it into his bowl.
The ginger-colored pork ribs and pure white rice look like a very delicious combination.
Xue Mingcan looked at them and said slowly: "We have been living together for a week."
In the blink of an eye, it was already the seventh day.
He felt that time passed so fast, but also very slowly.
For example, every day when he couldn't see Zhiwei, he felt that the daylight had never been so long.
And when he returned to the apartment to cook and eat with Zhiwei in the evening, he felt that time passed so quickly.
Xi Ying's expression was calm: "Yes, one week."
The atmosphere between the two fell into silence, leaving only silent chewing and swallowing.
Suddenly, Xi Ying put down her chopsticks and looked at Xue Mingcan opposite, asking, "Do you want any gift?"
Xue Mingcan was stunned: "Huh?"
"A gift for living together for a week." Xi Ying repeated.
Xue Mingcan found her words a bit incredible.
Why does living together for a week require gifts
He cooked so many dishes just for tomorrow night's dinner, so that she could remember him and not forget it completely.
A week is just an excuse.
"You have given me enough." Xue Mingcan lowered his head slightly, "I don't need other gifts."
But if it was possible, he would really like a hug from Zhiwei.
Don't do anything else, just a simple hug.
He missed the cold fragrance of Xi Ying's body and the smell that was unique to her.
That's the smell that can only be smelled if you bury your face in her shoulder.
It was the flavor that remained deep in his memory under the madness of that night.
There is also the softness and warmth touched in the arms, as if still lingering on the fingertips.
But, those are illusions after all.
He wanted a real hug.
But he didn't say it.
He didn't know where to stand.
He is just Zhiwei's nanny, who gets paid to do things.
Today is not his birthday, just a seemingly meaningless one-week "anniversary".
He couldn't say it.
Xi Ying looked at the boy opposite who lowered his head slightly and could feel the fluctuations in his emotions.
She picked up the water glass at hand and took a sip, with an unclear look in her eyes.
[Host, why do I think you are waiting for something?]Xiao Yiyi spoke after a long absence.
The main reason is that Xi Ying's temperament has changed so much that even if she recovers her memory, she still won't be able to adapt to it.
What's more, now that she is in direct contact with the plane, it is always different from what she had in Xi Ying's mind.
After adapting for so many days, she was finally able to communicate with Xi Ying again.
Hearing Xiao Yiyi's words, Xi Ying picked up her chopsticks to pick up the vegetables again, and at the same time replied in her heart: "When will he be brave enough to tell me that he likes me?"
[Um, why?]Little Yiyi doesn’t understand.
In fact, she has never been able to understand the human feeling of love.
She could see it, but she couldn't feel it.
I just know that it is a very complicated feeling.
"When he struggled and struggled for a long time before he plucked up the courage to express his feelings to me, this was the most exciting time to destroy."
Xi Ying took a mouthful of rice, and in her slightly lowered black eyes, a hint of indifferent smile mixed with gorgeous black and purple colors spread out.