Youyan's face felt hot and she quickly pushed away. She finally recovered from her childish state. He did it on purpose, but how could she just fall into it? It was like before, she was afraid of getting along with him anymore. She pretended to be relaxed and said: "I've caught you. What else do you want, ask for money?"
"Then you have to have it?" Someone raised an eyebrow.
"Stop looking down on others." She raised her eyebrows like him, but suddenly, a slight sound came from her belly, and she could no longer raise her eyebrows. In the past, when the two were still together, in her heart, although she was not like other people, Girls would be shy and embarrassed if they regarded him as their male god, let alone now? She lowered her head, wishing she could become invisible.
Gu Yebai didn't find it funny. Milk bottles, instant noodles, cheap drinks... His mind once again flashed through the simple food in the house. Thinking of this, his eyes darkened slightly. He stretched out his hand and suddenly picked her up by the waist.
Youyan was startled and pressed against his chest. "What are you doing!" she shouted angrily.
He didn't answer and just carried her away from the balcony.
The shirt on his body was white and thin, and the mint-like fragrance after bathing was elegant and blurry, intruding on her facial features. The skin against his was clearly cool, but the man's embrace was as warm as the sun. What a contradictory feeling, but this feeling is very safe. It is the safety of sleeping soundly, just like those days in Yingshan, when I fell asleep in his arms, no longer afraid of the passage of life like flowing water in a river or fine sand between fingers.
She shrank into his arms unconsciously, but she soon realized something. She avoided it quietly and growled, "Put me down. Let's talk about it, Gu Yebai. How long do you plan to deal with this matter?" When can I leave?"
Did she really think he hadn't noticed her little tricks? Gu Yebai's throat tightened, and he also increased the strength in his hands, bringing her into his arms.
Ignoring her struggle, Gu Yebai carried her into the kitchen, put her on the table next to the sink, tapped her nose, and asked calmly: "Whatever you want to eat, I'll make it."
Youyan thought he was going to do something, and was still in a daze at this time. It was extremely unexpected, but the undercurrent hit her instantly.
But she didn't know how to answer. It's time for them to speak clearly, to show off their cards, and even to argue, but in short, it shouldn't be this way.
"Miss Lu, what do you want to eat?" The man opened the refrigerator door and asked again.
"Then after we finish eating, let's talk?" she asked anxiously.
"Okay." He answered readily, opened the refrigerator door, and asked again, "What do you want to eat?"
She didn't want to make the atmosphere between the two of them too familiar, so she deliberately said: "What I want, do you have it here?"
"It should be, you said." He glanced at her, rarely talking nonsense with her, and opened the refrigerator.
Youyan was a little startled when she saw the things in the refrigerator. The types of meat and vegetables, and even the portions, were all the same as what she had always prepared before.
She would buy three or four okra, cucumbers, a pot of bean sprouts, and tomatoes... some were broken, and some were still fresh. Looking at them one by one, she was a little scared and blurted out: "What a coincidence?"
"Unfortunately, I always buy like this." He said calmly.
I wanted to argue with him, but Youyan stopped talking and didn't dare to say any more.
Gu Yebai glanced at her and didn't ask her what she wanted to choose. He chose a few items and went to the sink to wash them.
Youyan sat with his legs curled up, his head resting on his knees, looking sideways at the man's back. Tall, erect and quiet, he was cooking for her.
Maybe it's a little clear soup, maybe it's some cold salad, but it's always what she likes to eat.
During the time the two of them were together, she mostly cooked and he ate. In fact, his craftsmanship was much better than hers.
If I hadn't gotten sick that time, I wouldn't know.
Thinking of old things, she finally couldn't help it, jumped off the table and ran behind him, just wanting to reach out and hug him.
She just wants to slap herself hard! When she was about to touch his shirt, she suddenly realized what she was going to do and quickly retracted her paws.
This man was as sharp as if he had eyes on his back, and his white hands stopped moving.
"how?"
"You... make me some wolfberry porridge, okay." She quickly excused herself.
But the words came out with annoyance.
That little porridge was the first time he made it for her when she was sick.
"Okay." He replied without hesitation.