Zhan Beixiao saw her crying, and a little bit of dark Ze flashed across: "If you don't want to eat, then--"

"Eat, I'll eat."

Before he could finish his words, Bai Yangyang wiped his tears and held the small bowl to drink the soup.

Zhan Beixiao never came back. She was worried that the soup would be cold, so she kept warm. She was frightened by him. After drinking the soup in one sip, her white and tender face turned into a twist!

Boil it!

It's really hot!

Bai Yangyang's face turned red and he didn't dare to vomit it out even though he wrapped a mouthful of soup. It was so uncomfortable that it could be seen from the naked eye.

"If it's hot, it's spit out."

The man sitting opposite stood up and walked into the kitchen.

Bai Yangyang spit out the soup, and her entire mouth was invaded by high temperature, which made her feel so hot that she could even feel a series of blisters that were derived from her tongue.

She whimpered, and the next second, a cup of warm salt water fell in front of her.

"Drink, wrap it."

Bai Yangyang took the water cup, took a sip, and the salty water poured into her mouth. The salty smell covered the pain. She bulged her cheeks and let the pain gradually dissipate.

Zhan Beixiao sat opposite him, and now he had a little more dark color that Bai Yangyang couldn't understand.

"Drink slowly, no one will compete with you."

Bai Yangyang whimpered, she was afraid that he would drive her away, so she drank so urgently.

"Spout the water from your mouth and take another sip."

Bai Yangyang nodded, staring at his eyes as bright as stars.

She couldn't speak and stared at Zhan Beixiao.

He is really beautiful. Even though she has seen him countless times, every time, she will fall in love with him without hesitation and be moved by him.

She inexplicably remembered a joke on the Internet - she was crazy about her brother, crazy about her brother, and clanged against the big wall for her brother!

Zhan Beixiao put a new bowl of soup, and when it cooled down, he pushed it in front of her: "Spray out the water and drink the soup."

Bai Yangyang was so obedient that he vomited water and drank the soup in small sips.

My tongue no longer hurts, only a faint numbness is left. The soup is in the right temperature and it is extremely sweet.

She narrowed her eyes: "My craftsmanship is still so good. I will make sweet and sour pork ribs for you tomorrow. Will you eat them?"

Zhan Beixiao paused: "..."

After a while, he whispered: "It's up to you."

This is the default.

Bai Yangyang smiled and started eating slowly.

They are not talkative people, the dining table is silent, but the previous stiff repulsion disappears.

After eating and drinking, Bai Yangyang got up and planned to clean up the dishes.

"Put it there, someone will clean it up."

The man called her and "put onto the sofa."

"What?"

She didn't understand the meaning of Zhan Beixiao's words.

Zhan Beixiao pointed to the blood behind her waist: "Blood."

Bai Yangyang lowered his head, and the wound behind his waist leaked, and blood was stuck to his clothes. She was just concerned about being happy and could get along alone with Zhan Beixiao, and she didn't find any bleeding at all.

Now I found out that when I lowered my head, it hurts so much.

She stood there with red eyes, feeling aggrieved, "Zhan Beixiao, I feel pain~"

It hurts really.

Zhan Beixiao walked up to her and picked her up. Bai Yangyang immediately hugged his neck, his white and tender legs shining brightly under the light.

Zhan Beixiao could smell the fragrance on her body, which was sweet but not greasy, like the smell of fruit, but it seemed to be mixed with a faint fragrance.

The dining room is not far from the living room, just a few steps away.

Bai Yangyang couldn't bear to let go, and his little hands held his clothes and his eyes were burning.

When he arrived at the sofa, Zhan Beixiao let go: "Lying down."

“…”

Bai Yangyang didn't say anything and refused to let go.

Zhan Beixiao stared at her quietly, Bai Yangyang silently let go and lay on the sofa.

Bai Yangyang looked at his cold face, forced himself to hold on, walked to him, and wrapped his little hand around his waist.

"Zhan Beixiao, what happened three years ago was that I was sorry for you, but if I did it again, I would still choose to do that."

She had no other choice at that time, so she could only try it.

Zhan Beixiao's heart, which had originally softened, suddenly became hard and tried to push her away.
Chapter completed!