He hugged my waist obediently and put his chin on my shoulder like an honest man.
I pulled his hand away: "Put it away and don't move."
Then draw and draw seriously and carefully.
"nailed it!"
I put down the piping bag and turned to look at him.
Why aren't you excited at all?
"Doesn't it look good?"
It took Liang Modong a long time to speak: "This is a lump..." He looked at my face and cleverly changed the quantifier, "What is this? A snowman?"
"Me." I said, "Me sitting like Guanyin Bodhisattva. The butter is a bit soft, but the fondant doesn't have that delicate feeling. Besides, you like to eat butter."
And I don’t know how to make fondant either.
"..."
He was silent.
I didn't want to see his disapproving look, so I said directly: "Don't even think about it, can I put something on your cake? I'm a very interesting person, and I want you to eat me bite by bite. .”
He still didn't speak.
He just wiped the "bump" on me and said, "This is what it looks like... just sit on it."
I said: "First of all, you have to have a cake embryo that big."
He smiled, he didn't speak... he just ate what he liked, bite after bite.
The indescribable morning passed like this, and we both enjoyed his jacuzzi - Lin Lili really knew how to enjoy it, this thing was really good.
It was so good that I fell asleep before I came out, and when I opened my eyes again, I found that I had been carried to the sofa.
It was already afternoon, and the large floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room were filled with sunlight, making the empty squirrel cage on the balcony shine.
It was extremely warm in the room, especially when the man who looked like a stove was holding me.
Even such a good fresh air system couldn't remove the sticky fragrance around me. My body was covered in sweat. I turned over with difficulty and faced him.
He was still asleep, and when I moved, he tightened his arms.
Although I have had sex with Liang Modong so many times recently, I have never really looked at him seriously.
Compared to six years ago, his face looked much more mature, and his facial lines had become sharper and tougher.
He is no longer as white as a baby. Time has baked a layer of slightly rough gold on his cold white skin.
It seems to have changed, but it still seems not.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but raise my hand and touch his face.
Inch by inch, just watch.
Just like he looked at me the same way before.
Speaking of which, my mother met Liang Modong once.
It was a school outing, and when we came back, the bus broke down halfway.
A car came to pick him up from Liang Medong's house. After he picked up Liu Zi and a few boys who were particularly close to him, he left the last seat for me.
They chatted all the way: travel, interest classes, football games, summer camps, idol concerts...
These are things that I don’t have at all in my life.
I couldn't get a word in, so I picked up a book and read it.
Until a classmate talked to me and asked me what book I was reading.
I showed him the title page, and he curled his lips: "What kind of crap is this..."
It is impossible for my family to buy me the comics and novels that other classmates read. Even this one was borrowed from the school library.
It was really corny, so I was embarrassed not to know what to say.
At this moment, Liang Medong pushed the guy with his elbow: "This is the original English version of Pride and Prejudice. Can you, a mentally retarded person with a score of 67 in the English test, stop being embarrassed?"
"Damn, monitor, you are heartless..."
"Shut up." Liang Modong ordered them, "Stop talking about those boring things and talk about study."
Later, they started talking about studying and exams. The atmosphere in the car became weirder and more awkward.
This embarrassment was too uncomfortable, so even though Liang Medong repeatedly said that he could take me to my door, I got off at the first intersection where I could get a bus.
Because I didn’t want him to know what my home looked like, and I didn’t know how to explain it, I had to lie to him and say it was my mother’s workplace.
Speaking of which, I always seem to have this dilemma in my life:
After I got off the bus, I discovered that the bus stopped running two hours earlier than the one I usually take.
It was already dark at that time, and even if I had no money in my pocket, I would not pay for a taxi.
So I walked along the route of the bus station until I reached the road near my home. The road was dark and silent. After walking for a long time, I heard my mother's voice.
After my mother picked me up, she walked for a while, then suddenly tightened my hand and said, "Quickly! That car has been following you."
I then turned around to look and found that it was Liang Medong's car.
This chance encounter has always been a very beautiful thing in my mother's heart.
Because Liang Medong got out of the car and explained that it was night after all, and I got off his car, and he felt that he should accompany me to see my mother before leaving, and he lost track of time as soon as he followed me.
My mother said that he was just like the male protagonist in the TV series. He was so beautiful and behaved so gracefully. She also said to her: "Hello, aunt, I'm sorry for scaring you. My name is Liang Medong, and I am from Rose." friend……"
This was probably the only experience in her life where she was respected.
So in the next few years, my mother always firmly believed that Liang Modong liked me. Her evidence was: "Look at such a noble young man, calling me such a cleaning lady, and giving me I apologized and explained to me, for fear that I would be angry. When I got off the bus, I was still pulling my clothes nervously, as if I had no place to put my hands and feet. What could someone want to do with me? It must be because of my girl."
I explained to her that Liang Modong was so polite to everyone, and she said: "Who has the energy to treat everyone like this? Are you tired? Mom knows that you just have too low self-esteem, and our family is dragging you down. You study hard, In the future, if you get into a good university and find a good job, you will be worthy of that kind of boy."
I just stayed at Liang Medong's house for several days. After I ruined several of his shirts and ruined his two most beautiful ties, the refrigerator was empty again.
We finally decided to go downstairs, but as soon as we opened the unit door, we were blown back by a gust of cold wind.
It's snowing again.
The temperature has dropped by five degrees today. My coat is said to be made of wool, but obviously wool has its own qualities, as it is just like paper.
It’s hard to wear Liang Modong’s down jacket during the day, so I told him: “I have to go home first to get some warmer clothes.”
He didn't say anything and turned into a luxury shopping mall that I wouldn't even go into when applying for a job.
I got a little confused and said, "The money in my card can't buy anything."
"I buy for you."
"but……"
"Stop being so cool," he said. "No other woman is as good at shopping as you are."
"..."
Okay, quite skilled, Mr. Liang.
