Xihe: "..."
He put on his coat and opened the door, only to be met with a smiling face.
Yan Ke smiled so much that he rolled his eyes, handed over the thermos box in his hand, and said happily: "I used the thermos box, and it was still hot." His nose and eyes were all red, and he obviously had a cold.
Xihe paused, raised his hand to take it, and his fingertips felt cold.
For some reason, a fire arose in his heart. He pulled the thermos box vigorously and turned around and entered the room. Yan Ke was at a loss and hesitated, not knowing whether to go in or outside.
Xihe suddenly became even more angry and shouted at him: "You want me to invite you in?!"
Yan Ke blinked and reacted instantly, said "Hey", hurried in, and carefully closed the door with his backhand.
Xihe rented a one-bedroom apartment with a separate bathroom, kitchen, and a small living room. She was wearing a lavender coat and slippers and sitting at the table to have breakfast. As soon as Yan Ke entered, he was so nervous Where to put your hands and feet.
Xihe felt depressed and ignored him, just minding his own food.
As a result, when she finished eating, the guy was still standing there like a piece of wood, not knowing where to sit.
Xihe: "...you want me to invite you to sit down?"
Yan Ke shook his head quickly, looked around, and quickly sat on the chair opposite.
Xihe rolled his eyes and went directly to the bathroom to brush his teeth. The sound of rushing water and the sound of the quilt and toothbrush clashing made Yan Ke feel restless and he couldn't help but think of what happened yesterday.
So, is she still angry? When will she give him a smile?
If Xihe knew, he would scoff at him, and still want to laugh? You will suffer from my cold face for the rest of your life and just be a cow and a horse for the rest of your life!
After thinking about it all night, Xihe decided to enslave him!
Wouldn't it be too easy for him to let him go? She must let him see and touch her, and must let him serve her for the rest of her life! Don't be angry or resist, it's better than the original owner! Otherwise it would be hard for her to swallow!
Just thinking that he was so kind to the original owner made Xihe fuming with rage.
Yan Ke didn't know what his miserable life was going to be like. When he saw the garbage on the table, he quickly stood up, packed it up and put it outside the door. He also saw some fallen leaves blown in by the wind on the ground, so he quickly took a broom to clean it.
When Xihe came out, the whole room was much cleaner than before.
Xihe entered the room, changed his clothes after a while, and came out. He put his change of clothes into the box, then turned and entered the bedroom, took out his computer and sat in the living room to start working.
Yan Ke looked at the dirty clothes and then at Xihe: "Did I wash the clothes?"
Xihe didn't even raise his head, his fingertips crackled.
Yan Ke stood for a while and then went to wash clothes on his own initiative.
For a moment, the whole room was filled with girls who were busy working in the living room, and boys who were working on the balcony. Yan Ke saw that Xihe still had a pair of shoes that had not been washed, so he took the opportunity to help her clean them.
The house we rented was on the sixth floor. The wind blew in and there were bursts of cool breeze.
Yan Ke quickly closed the balcony door after washing, and entered the house. Seeing that Xihe was busy, he did not dare to disturb him. He sat quietly in his seat, went out in the middle, then brought in a cup of milk tea, and gently Keep it close to Xihe.
Xihe glanced at him, and Yan Ke suddenly felt a little embarrassed: "You, don't you like it?"
Xihe didn't say anything, lowered his head and continued working. Occasionally he paused to pick up the milk tea and take a sip. Yan Ke couldn't help but smile, with a look of satisfaction on his face.
I ordered takeout for lunch, which tasted pretty good. After eating Xihe, I started reading.
She was busy with her own affairs and did not communicate with Yan Ke. Every time Yan Ke wanted to speak, she would look at him expressionlessly. He opened his mouth, but nothing could be said.
It wasn't until dinner that Yan Ke was ready to leave.
Xihe sat on the sofa, holding a pillow in his arms. Yan Ke stood at the door for a while and said, "Then I'm going back? You lock the door at night and call me if you have anything. I won't turn off the phone. You can always Anyone can find me."
Xihe looked at the phone without saying anything. Yan Ke bit his lip, closed the door and left.
The next day, the next day, and the next week, Yan Ke came to report on time every day. The neighbors saw clearly and laughed and joked that the two were really right.
Upon hearing this, Yan Ke subconsciously looked at Xihe, who was expressionless.
His originally happy mood was like a bucket of cold water being poured on him, and he was sober. Luan Luan was still angry.
That day, around 10:30, Yan Ke stood up and said, "I'm going out and I'll be back in a while." Seeing her lying on the sofa reading a book and ignoring anyone, he didn't care, picked up the key and went out.
Click——
The door closes before your eyes,
Xihe put down his book and looked at the ceiling, his eyes blank.
About twenty minutes later, Yan Ke came back with a lot of vegetables in his hand. Seeing Xihe lying on the sofa and falling asleep, he quickly put the vegetables down, went into the room and got a blanket to put on her, and then entered the kitchen. Start cooking.
So, when Xihe woke up, the table was full of dishes.
She was stunned and looked at Yan Ke. The boy was a little embarrassed and said, "I learned something new recently. Can you try it and see if it works?"
Xihe lowered his gaze slightly and saw his index finger with a band-aid on it, and there were some burn marks on his hand... Xihe picked up the chopsticks and ate silently, nodding: "It's not bad."
The house we rented was on the sixth floor. The wind blew in and there were bursts of cool breeze.
Yan Ke quickly closed the balcony door after washing, and entered the house. Seeing that Xihe was busy, he did not dare to disturb him. He sat quietly in his seat, went out in the middle, then brought in a cup of milk tea, and gently Keep it close to Xihe.
Xihe glanced at him, and Yan Ke suddenly felt a little embarrassed: "You, don't you like it?"
Xihe didn't say anything, lowered his head and continued working. Occasionally he paused to pick up the milk tea and take a sip. Yan Ke couldn't help but smile, with a look of satisfaction on his face.
I ordered takeout for lunch, which tasted pretty good. After eating Xihe, I started reading.
She was busy with her own affairs and did not communicate with Yan Ke. Every time Yan Ke wanted to speak, she would look at him expressionlessly. He opened his mouth, but nothing could be said.
It wasn't until dinner that Yan Ke was ready to leave.
Xihe sat on the sofa, holding a pillow in his arms. Yan Ke stood at the door for a while and said, "Then I'm going back? You lock the door at night and call me if you have anything. I won't turn off the phone. You can always Anyone can find me."
Xihe looked at the phone without saying anything. Yan Ke bit his lip, closed the door and left.
The next day, the next day, and the next week, Yan Ke came to report on time every day. The neighbors saw clearly and laughed and joked that the two were really right.
Upon hearing this, Yan Ke subconsciously looked at Xihe, who was expressionless.
His originally happy mood was like a bucket of cold water being poured on him, and he was sober. Luan Luan was still angry. Luan Luan is still angry.
