After a pause, he added, "You eat mine, and I'll eat you!"
Fang Chixia choked at his words. The hand holding the chopsticks shook and the meat he held fell back into the pot.
Luo Yibei watched her movements with satisfaction, patted her face, and withdrew his body, staring at her with a faint look, "It's delicious!"
Fang Chixia could still eat. When he looked at her like this, her chopsticks were slipping in her hands.
She looked uncomfortable, and her back was a little creepy.
In fact, her stomach was not full yet, but when Luo Yibei looked at her like this, all the vegetables she picked up were put on Luo Yibei's plate.
For a dinner, the dishes were bought by her, catered to her preferences, and prepared by her. However, the final result was that she ended up working as a handyman.
Luo Yibei was quite satisfied with the meal. He was full and satisfied. He wiped the corners of his lips with a napkin, raised the corners of his lips and smiled at her, "The service was pretty good, thank you!"
With a sigh of relief, Fang Chixia instantly felt like a humble maid in the ancient harem.
Her face stiffened almost immediately, and she looked at him sideways, with a foul face and an ugly expression.
"Starting from today, I have changed my attitude towards hot pot!" He whistled softly and said something else.
He seemed to be in a good mood, and the corners of his lips were always slightly curled.
That expression, in Fang Chixia's eyes, looked like a villain's success.
"You don't need to change, just be as annoying as ever."
"Really? But I like it, what should I do?" Luo Yibei looked at her sideways, raised his eyebrows slightly, quoted her words, and added, "In snowy weather, hot pot is really suitable!"
Fang Chixia, “…”
Without continuing to tease her, Luo Yibei stood up, straightened his clothes, and asked lazily, "Is there anything you want to buy?"
The things he gave Fang Chixia could be piled up to fill a room.
Fang Chixia lacks nothing.
"No need." Fang Chixia went to the kitchen without taking his words seriously.
After coming out, the two of them went for a walk nearby.
Fang Chixia spent her college and high school years nearby, and she has many memories here.
The two people walked and came to the original church again.
In the snowy weather, the originally European-style church turned into a piece of snow-white, as holy as Laprade's ice and snow palace.
Even the flowers and trees in the garden are not immune.
The branches and leaves are covered with fine snowflakes, crystal clear, ethereal and clear.
When they reached the door of the church, their footsteps suddenly stopped at the same time.
Luo Yibei was thinking of the first time she brought him to this church.
She once told him that her favorite was a church wedding because the church was the most sacred.
She said it without intention, but he remembered that he had intention. He even searched all the churches at home and abroad for the wedding that the two did not succeed.
Luo Yibei stared at the small church quietly, lost in thought.
Fang Chixia was also lost in thought, staring at the wall outside the church.
Just watching quietly, some distant scenes suddenly popped into my mind like an old book being opened again.
The place she was looking at was the place where she first met Leng Qihan.
Outside this church, when she was still young, she slept one night outside the church after being kicked out of Fang Fei's house by Fang Fei. She was as desolate as a homeless stray cat or dog.