Song Xi held the chopsticks in her mouth and looked up at Mo Sen's face suspiciously.
That inquiring look made Mossen feel a little uncomfortable.
"What's wrong?"
Song Xi hesitated for a moment before asking tentatively, "Mosen, you haven't been a chef in a restaurant before, have you?"
It is possible that the restaurant that Huahua ordered takeout from before was the one where Mossen was the chef.
I have to say that Song Xi's imagination is very broad.
This one sentence made Mossen laugh and cry.
He bent down and poked Song Xi's forehead with his slender fingertips: "Are you crazy about writing novels? You have such a wild imagination."
Song Xi stuck out her tongue embarrassedly. She also felt that her imagination was a bit too wild. There was no such a coincidence in the world.
"Eat quickly," Mossen patted her head as if she were a golden retriever, "Are you still waiting for me to feed you?"
Song Xi groaned: "Who asked you to feed me? I can eat it myself. I will eat it all and not leave a single bite for you."
As she spoke, she began to eat with big mouthfuls.
In fact, Mossen had no intention of eating.
Song Xi had already eaten at his parents' house in the morning. According to the mermaids' appetite, he shouldn't eat again today.
So he was just holding the bowl pretending. Song Xi was angry with him and just focused on eating, not paying attention to whether he had eaten or not.
After dinner, Song Xi took the initiative to wash the dishes.
Next, there’s the issue of sleeping.
Last night, Song Xi slept on the sofa and Mo Sen slept on the bed again.
Mo Sen really wanted to pull Song Xi to bed, but after Song Xi received a call from her mother yesterday, she was trembling with fear and was not in good condition, so he naturally would not drag her to bed at this time.
But things have been almost resolved today, so naturally he has to seek benefits for himself.
Of course, the most important thing is that I feel sorry for her, a girl who has to sleep on the sofa every night.
Song Xi was spreading a blanket in front of the sofa when Mossen came over.
"I'm going to sleep, do you still want to watch TV?"
Mossen shook his head. What was so interesting about that boring soap opera
"Oh, then you should go to bed too, good night." She said and yawned.
However, before she finished yawning, Mossen suddenly bent down and lifted her onto his shoulder with one hand.
Song Xi had half a yawn left unfinished, with half of his breath stuck in his throat, neither going up nor down, and his face turned red from holding it in.
Until Mossen carried her into the bedroom and threw her onto the soft big bed.
She took several deep breaths before her complexion returned to normal.
"What are you doing so late at night?" She almost choked to death.
Mosen sat on the bed, stretched out his hand to pinch her cheek, and said as a matter of course: "Go to sleep."
"Just go to sleep if you want. Why did you carry me in here?"
Mo Sen thought for a moment and said seriously, "I'm in need of a human pillow. After all, we have already established our relationship. At this time, it's time for you to sacrifice yourself."
Song Xi: “…”
So he meant that he wanted her to sleep with him
No, no!
"No, no, we can't." Song Xi hurriedly tried to climb down from the bed, but someone grabbed her ankle, making it impossible for her to move.
"why not."
"No means no." She was a conservative woman. Sleeping together before marriage was too much.
Sorry, she accepts incompetence.
"Oh." Mossen responded lightly.
Seeing him like this, Song Xi thought that he would let her go.
But she never expected that Mossen let go of her ankles and threw her directly onto the bed.