"Is there only steak at home? But I really don't want to eat this today."
Zhuxuan brought the tomato steak in front of Yucheng, and Yucheng's face clearly showed a strong feeling of discomfort. Zhuxuan had no choice but to clench his fists and slowly sit across from Yucheng. From a distance, it was difficult for his nose to accept the sour smell, but Yucheng reluctantly moved his mouth and fingers. Seeing Yucheng's constipated expression, Zhuxuan's forehead and cheeks suddenly felt as if they had a fever, and his eyes felt like they were being suppressed by heavy objects, and he had the illusion that he would have nightmares if he wasn't careful.
"I didn't know you would go home hungry, so... just throw the steak in the trash can. I'll call mom and ask her to send the nanny over."
Zhuhyun's embarrassment became more intense, and the previously fresh and soft voice became sharp and abrupt. Yucheng's body gradually became hot, like a patient with high fever, and all the water in his body was quickly evaporated. In the end, all that was left was the line of sweat that wetted his forehead after brushing his bangs.
"Zhuxuan! Wife, don't bother mother-in-law. I'll just take a bite today."
The gentle Zhuxuan is different from the hot Seungmei. The more Yucheng frowns at her, the more counterproductive her approach is. Seeing Zhuxuan flapping the phone unbearably, Yucheng tossed and turned for a long time, then jumped up from his seat and wanted to grab the phone that Zhuxuan was leaning against his ear. But he didn't expect that Zhuxuan's fingers were so weak, and the phone actually fell to the floor in full view. Zhuxuan pressed his scalp with both hands, closed his eyes and let out a long and narrow sigh. When she stared at Qi Yucheng again, she was as bored as a spineless jellyfish.
"Actually, I don't know what's going on. I have no appetite all day today and I feel quite depressed, as if something is going to happen."
"Oh, then you are going too far. Why did you choose to change the taste on a day when my aunt is not at home? I feel that there is no tacit understanding between me and your branch. No wonder you always say that you don't get along with those Choi In Hyuk and Shin Jung Hwan. If this trend continues, there will be a gap between you and me. If it doesn't work, please beg my dad to change your job this weekend."
Zhuxuan's reasons resounded in Yucheng's head like the murmur of a nightmare. Her voice did not actually have twists and turns, but it was transmitted in Yucheng's left and right eardrums like stereo sound, even through his teeth. The friction with the tongue is clearly discernible. This feeling made Yucheng shudder. His hand holding the fork became limp like a puppet with its strings broken. The snow-white dining table was soaked with sweat between Yucheng's fingers. With every movement of his wrist, it slowly became softer. Several faint tracks were drawn, and the beads of sweat falling in Yucheng's hair happened to be smudged on the same track.
Zhuxuan took a deep breath, leaned back on the chair with his neck raised, and after tearing open a button in boredom, the originally white collarbone also turned red like a fever. Unable to grab a tissue, Yu Cheng had to pick up his sleeves and wipe his face, but ignored his eyelids which were also sweating. Perhaps Yucheng looked funny, Zhuxuan smiled boredly, his voice was like a lingering ghost.
"I think I just made one serving? Honey, did you come back from eating outside?"
Yu Cheng pinched his throat and leaned forward carefully to ask. Zhuxuan also put his hands close to the table and came closer to her husband. The eyes dormant under the bangs were dark at first, and soon became confused and depressed again.
Yucheng took the lead, and his calm eyes bewitched Zhuxuan's heart like a curse. Zhuxuan's originally pale cheeks quickly turned as red as drunkenness, and she subconsciously touched her stained cheeks. The sweaty forehead, wherever Yu Cheng's eyes were looking at this moment, was completely covered in a gradient of red.
"Looking at you, the other person must be a colleague of the opposite sex. Who is it?"
Yu Cheng sighed deeply, and soon the knife and fork in his hand started to move again.
"Oh, um... I ate with the dean of our school. He insisted on organizing a vegetarian banquet for everyone. I originally wanted to find a reason to excuse it. If I knew in advance that you would get off work early today, I would You're acting as a shield. But when I think about how I always flattered him in the first two years and how much he cared about me, it's hard to refuse."
Zhuxuan looked at Yucheng with her narrow eyes that exuded a faint dark light. Because of Zhuxuan's unnatural behavior, so much cold sweat broke out on Yucheng's back in just half a minute. In fact, Zhuxuan's nervousness was not much worse than Yucheng's.
"As you said, it's all my fault that I left work early without notifying you." "By the way, are you tired at work?"
Convinced that Zhuxuan was no longer spying on him, Yucheng quickly spoke more cautiously. At this moment, his body was twitching completely uncontrollably, especially his legs that were beating up and down on the ground involuntarily, as if he was suffering from epilepsy.
"I work very few days, and only have five or six classes a month, so every time I go there, I feel that the colleagues around me are very friendly. If you feel tired even with this kind of workload, then others will be too pitiful."
Zhuxuan stared at the dark figure under the table, but because of the strong strange feeling, he could not breathe normally, and Yucheng's undulating feet also stopped abruptly with the deep thought in his heart. But he didn't know that Zhuhyun was also stamping his feet from time to time, just like the waves hitting the rocks.
"Sounds good. But it's nothing like when I first met you. At that time, I thought you were very career-minded."
"Really? I haven't felt that way. Practicing piano is purely a hobby. Maybe the players I compete with don't have that good talent."
Zhu Hyun opened her slightly damp bangs, and a small patch of wet water on her forehead made her eyes confused.
"Joohyun, I'm not just talking about piano practice. When you were studying at Anseong University, you weren't someone who liked to blend in with a group. You can actually say things like that to get close to your colleagues."
"Husband, don't you think you're a little strange today? I mean, your expression and language are so sensitive today."
Zhuxuan once again peeked at Yucheng, half of his face hidden in the shadow area where the hair hung down, which was creepy at first glance.
"Really? No! I think I'm pretty normal today."
Yucheng didn't dare to look at Zhuxuan at all. He lowered his head and his eyes were hidden in a large mass of hair like deep seaweed.
"That's because you always put suspicion on others, and of course you don't feel that you have anything..."
Chi Shenghao’s text message: Is your shoulder okay? No muscle soreness.
Zhuxuan's position was suddenly disturbed by a noisy text message notification sound. She pressed the power button nervously, but the white halo still clung to the white tablecloth. The short distance forced Yucheng to pay attention to the dark abnormality under the table. Zhuxuan became even more panicked. She moved desperately towards Yucheng, trying to block the reflective tablecloth with her body.
"Husband, I just said the wrong thing, could you please stop looking at me with this expression?"
Zhuhyun had no intention of leaving at all. She clung to the dining table, her eyelashes stained with sweat, as if she had just finished a high-intensity fitness exercise. Yucheng bit into the steak fiercely and looked at Zhuxuan with wide eyes. I don't know when it started, but a narrow ray of white light rose through the weak gap into the eyes of the two people looking at each other. Zhuxuan smacked his lips, his forehead numb.
"I just remembered that this song should be used for the recess exercise music assigned by the dean. So I'll excuse you first."
Zhuxuan quickly stood up and walked towards the practice room. Yucheng turned his body slightly and glanced at the glowing mobile phone inadvertently. Zhuxuan's back seemed to be in contact with the cold gaze, and her breathing was a little disordered. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yucheng tiptoed towards the refrigerator.
"Are you going to eat food you don't like for the rest of your life?" Yucheng's eyes were filled with impatient desire, and his voice sounded more like the howl of an extremely hungry wild wolf. Suddenly a huge shadow shrouded behind him. Yu Cheng looked back in fear, but only saw a heavily closed door.
"My mother-in-law's pickles are the most appetizing, but in order not to make Zhuxuan suspicious, I have to eat all the steak."
Yucheng placed pickles and steaks side by side on the dining table. After repeatedly confirming that Zhuxuan would not be back in a short time, he finally ate them with open arms...
