Pour out a cup and drink it, it's sweet, salty, and warm.
He sent a text message to Yu Wanfeng: [It's delicious, thank you. ¡¿
Yu Wanfeng wrote back quickly: [No thanks. Not very good, I drank it. ¡¿
Finally followed by a frustrated look.
Zhong Chumian didn't expect that his white lie would be exposed in this way, so he could only smile: [It's fine if it works. ¡¿
Yu Wanfeng: ¡¾Are you feeling better? ¡¿
Zhong Chumian: [Yes. ¡¿
Yu Wanfeng: ¡¾Come down for dinner? I can send it to you. ¡¿
Have a meal?
Only then did Zhong Chumian notice the time.
At six twenty, it's time for dinner.
He washed his face and went downstairs.
Yu Wanfeng was the only one on the first floor.
She was packing things in the kitchen. The lights in the kitchen were very bright, and her figure was immersed in the light, as if she had also become a luminous body.
Zhong Chumian's heart moved, and a thought suddenly occurred to him.
For the rest of his life, as soon as he raised his head, she would appear in his line of sight, without needing to speak, even if he just stood there lightly, he would be satisfied.
He wanted to walk over and hold her in his arms.
With this thought in my heart, I took action.
Zhong Chumian walked in and approached her from behind.
After a distance, he stopped again, and raised and lowered the hand hanging by his side.
He felt that he was on the verge of indulgence and restraint, and the impulse in his heart was pulling him, trying to drag him into the rushing river.
Since the reunion, many things have been out of his control.
For example, he thought of her that way.
For example, the so-called step-by-step, compared to the desire for her, is simply vulnerable.
He suddenly couldn't believe that he had survived these six years.
Zhong Chumian's thoughts were wandering between the mountains and the plains, but Yu Wanfeng had already noticed him, turned around and handed him the boxed lunch: "Tonight's meal is stewed duck with radish, and it tastes pretty good."
Zhong Chumian was still immersed in his own thoughts, unable to give any response.
Seeing his changing expression, Yu Wanfeng didn't know what he was thinking.
She waved her hand and asked him, "What's the matter? Are you still drunk?"
Zhong Chumian finally came back to his senses, and his eyes fell: "Well thinking about something."
He raised his hand to pick up the lunch box, walked to the living room, and sat down.
Yu Wanfeng poured warm water for him.
He took a mouthful of duck meat and nodded: "It's delicious."
Yu Wanfeng smiled: "That's right, after staying up all afternoon, it's all tasted good."
Perhaps it was because of drinking at noon that hurt his stomach, Zhong Chumian didn't have much appetite, so he couldn't swallow after a few mouthfuls.
"Are you still not feeling well?" Yu Wanfeng felt a little distressed seeing him like this.
Zhong Chumian shook his head: "It's okay."
He glanced at Yu Wanfeng, saw the worry in her eyes, and softened his voice: "Take a break, and you will have an appetite."
Yu Wanfeng nodded.
She lowered her head slightly, clenched the corners of her clothes with her knuckles, and asked, "Zhong Chumian, do you still remember what happened this afternoon?"
Zhong Chumian's eyelids twitched and he didn't speak.
He vaguely remembered some.
Remember she entered his room, remember she brought him a cup of tea.
He can remember the temperature of the tea.
Also remember the temperature of her body.
He hugged her.
Zhong Chumian raised his hand and rubbed his forehead.
"sorry."
He apologized.
Yu Wanfeng's heart trembled.
She didn't want to hear his apology.
She bit her lower lip, and decided to ask desperately: "Zhong Chumian, I didn't want to hear you say sorry. Once was an accident, twice will not be." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com