The poor so-and-so took a cold shower, then lay down in the bathtub to "extinguish the fire" for a long time before gradually calming down.
A trace of sadness flashed in Luo Yichen's cold phoenix eyes - taking a cold shower seemed to be his routine homework every night when they were just together many, many years ago.
Unexpectedly, after so many years, he returned to the beginning. No wonder people often say that history will always repeat and repeat itself.
Lying on the edge of the bathtub and sighing deeply, Luo Yichen took the bath towel and wiped off the water stains on his body, praying in his heart that some tortured little goblin had better fall asleep and stop torturing him.
Unexpectedly, things turned out to be contrary to expectations, he had just opened the door to go out when he saw the little goblin lying on the bed coquettishly, winking at him: "Brother Yichen, why have you stayed inside for so long? What have you been doing, huh?"
While Su Rourou sniggered in her heart, she plucked the hair from the tiger's mouth without fear of death.
"What do you think?" The veins on Luo Yichen's forehead twitched happily, and he almost squeezed out the words between his teeth.
This idiot, who was clamoring for sleep just now, still looks so energetic now. The most damning thing is that he even learned to tease and tease him!
Fortunately, she was already dressed—although it made no difference whether she was dressed or not. She just casually put on a thin gauze skirt, and her shoulders hung obliquely, revealing a large snow-white fragrant shoulder.
Luo Yichen walked up to her a little irritatedly, sat down on the edge of the bed, tugged at her overly opened neckline, and whispered: "Be good, go to bed quickly. If you don't sleep, the babies will still sleep." Woolen cloth."
"But, I'm hungry..." Su Rourou pouted her small mouth, touched her stomach and said, "Didn't you just make soup for me to drink? I haven't had it yet."
She wanted to sleep just now, but as soon as she closed her eyes, she smelled a strong fragrance floating into her nose from time to time, arousing the glutton in her stomach.
"Oh, I almost forgot." Only then did Luo Yichen realize that there was indeed such a thing. He was so busy putting out the fire that he forgot the pork rib soup on the stewpot, "Lie down obediently, and I'll give it to you right now. You go get a bowl in."
"How can one bowl be enough!" Su Rourou immediately became anxious, and smashed her mouth, "You can pick up the whole pot!"
The corners of Luo Yichen's mouth twitched, and he nodded helplessly: "Okay."
Just like that, Su Rourou lazily leaned against the head of the bed, enjoying Luo Yichen's service.
He held a soup bowl in his hand, and a white ceramic spoon in the other hand, blowing the soup to cool bit by bit, testing the temperature before sending it to her mouth.
Like an ancient imperial concubine, Su Rourou gently opened her small mouth and drank it: "Yes, it's delicious. I want more."
Unexpectedly, Luo Yichen's cooking skills are getting better and better. She is so happy that she can drink such a delicious thick soup every day in the future.
Luo Yichen gently scooped up another spoonful and handed it to her lips, his doting eyes fell on her slightly opened mouth, and he said softly: "Drink slowly, no one will snatch it from you."
In just ten minutes, Su Rourou had already devoured a large pot of pork rib soup, and wiped her mouth contentedly: "Brother Yichen, there is still some left for you to drink."
"No need, you can drink it together." Luo Yichen filled the last bowl of soup and handed it to her, "After eating, give me two white and fat dolls."