The two of them chatted while eating, and when they talked about the back, Song Zhixiao was a little absent-minded, and Chen Xiaojian didn't notice it. However, even if Chen Xiaojian noticed it, he probably wouldn't have thought that Song Zhixiao's thoughts would deviate there.

After the two finished eating, Song Jihyo stood up and prepared to clean up the table.

"Come on, you must be tired when you come back in the car so late. Chen Xiaojian hurriedly stood up, stretched out his hand to stop Song Zhixiao's movements, and said.

"Oh, okay. Song Zhixiao glanced at Chen Xiaojian, and then sat down with a smile. Is this the happiness that anyone cares about, think about the time when I was alone before.

Forget it, I don't want to think about it, it feels so desolate.

Chen Xiaojian put away the dishes and chopsticks, went to the sink and began to wash the dishes. While washing the dishes, I wondered if I should give Song Ji-hyo a dishwasher.

Many people would rather cook than wash the dishes, because washing the dishes is really a bit hurtful, especially for the delicate hands of girls.

How many girls from little fairies to yellow-faced women start by washing dishes?

However, this idea flashed in Chen Xiaojian's mind and was thrown aside by Chen Xiaojian, forget it, even if you buy it, it is estimated that Song Zhixiao will not have much chance to use it.

Do you want to wash the ramen bowl?

Chen Xiaojian was washing the dishes when he suddenly felt someone hugging him from behind.

This is in Song Zhixiao's house, there is no one else, who else can it be but Song Zhixiao?

When he was hugged by Song Zhixiao from behind, Chen Xiaojian's whole body froze for a moment, and after a while, he said softly: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's just a sudden desire to hug you, like this. Song Zhixiao behind him said softly.

"Grease stains or something will spill on your clothes. Chen Xiaojian glanced at the arms wrapped around his waist and said.

"It's okay. Song Zhixiao's voice came, but the voice was very muffled because Song Zhixiao's whole face was buried on Chen Xiaojian's back.

"Well, don't blame me for getting dirty then. Chen Xiaojian said with a smile and continued to wash the dishes.

Although Chen Xiaojian didn't know what Song Zhixiao thought, he could guess some. The two ambiguous interactions were in this house, Chen Xiaojian is not a fool, how can it be not clear at all?

However, Chen Xiaojian didn't want to say anything, so he just gave her a temporary, small reliance, and Chen Xiaojian would not suffer anyway.

Chen Xiaojian thought while washing the dishes while feeling the soft touch coming from his back.

Neither of them spoke, and even their breathing was much softer. They were too close, as if they were afraid that they would disturb each other if they breathed heavily.

The only thing in the kitchen was the rustling of the water and the occasional clatter of dishes from time to time when washing dishes.

I don't know how long it took, maybe it was short, maybe it was long, and the two of them just stood in the kitchen, not moving.

After the dishes were washed, Chen Xiaojian turned off the faucet and said softly: "Okay, let it go, the bowls have been washed." ”

After finishing speaking, Song Zhixiao behind him didn't move, still holding Chen Xiaojian, as if he hadn't heard it.

"Jihyo, don't hold it. Chen Xiaojian turned his head with a smile and said.

"No, I'm going to hold it, like I am now, all the time. Song Jihyo's voice was still dull.

"That's how we ......"

"Chen Xiaojian. Before Chen Xiaojian's words were finished, he was interrupted by Song Zhixiao.

Song Zhixiao let go of his hand, turned Chen Xiaojian around, looked at Chen Xiaojian's eyes, and said, "Chen Xiaojian, do you know, I like you a little bit." ”

Chen Xiaojian looked at Song Zhixiao and didn't speak, because Chen Xiaojian didn't know what to say.

Chen Xiaojian himself didn't know how he felt about Song Zhixiao. Chen Xiaojian didn't know what to say.

Chen Xiaojian is just a little white, a beginner who has never been in love. For Chen Xiaojian, the closest person to love is Wang Ziyun, but it was just a completely failed confession.

Now a girl, still a beautiful girl, said that she liked herself in front of herself, Chen Xiaojian was really a little panicked.

"I don't know when I started liking you, maybe the first time I was brought home by you because I was drunk, maybe it was the first time I was bumped into by my mom at my house, maybe it was the last time I drank at my house. Chen Xiaojian didn't say anything, Song Zhixiao looked at it and said slowly.

"I really understand that I really like you, and that's today. Today you uploaded a photo of the show at Photo Show. ”

"When I see the girl sitting next to you, I feel bad, it's hard here. Saying that, Song Zhixiao reached out to cover his chest and continued: "I know, I'm jealous, I'm jealous. ”

"So I'm back in Seoul, non-stop, I want to see you as soon as possible. Only when I see you standing in front of me will my heart feel better. ”

Song Zhixiao looked at Chen Xiaojian's eyes as he spoke, unconsciously, there was a fog in his eyes, and tears couldn't help dripping.

"My mom told me to take the initiative because I didn't want to see me fight with those 20-year-old girls when I was 30. ”

"Now I'm telling you, I like you. Do you like me, then?"

Song Zhixiao took half a step forward, looked directly at Chen Xiaojian, and asked.

"I, I don't know. Chen Xiaojian's voice was so small that only he could hear it, and at this moment, Chen Xiaojian was a little afraid to look at Song Zhixiao's eyes.

"Do you not know or don't like it?" Song Zhixiao did not back down in the slightest and took another half step.

Chen Xiaojian subconsciously took a step back, but this retreat was on the edge of the sink, and behind him was the sink, where could he retreat?

"I should ......"

Chen Xiaojian was just about to speak, but Song Zhixiao stretched out his hand to support Chen Xiaojian's head, and the whole person leaned up.

Chen Xiaojian supported the sink with one hand, and with the other hand wanted to take away Song Zhixiao's hand behind his head.

Chen Xiaojian just grabbed Song Zhixiao's hand, and Song Zhixiao had already kissed Chen Xiaojian's lips.

The two pieces of wet and hot softness, Chen Xiaojian grabbed Song Zhixiao's hand, and forgot to move for a while.

Song Zhixiao gently licked Chen Xiaojian's lips, and soon Chen Xiaojian began to respond to Song Zhixiao.

Chen Xiaojian's hand holding the sink wrapped his arms around Song Zhixiao's waist, and just now he grabbed Song Zhixiao's hand and stroked Song Zhixiao's back along Song Zhixiao's arm.

Chen Xiaojian slowly stretched out his tongue, as if tempted, tapped Song Zhixiao's tongue, and gently licked Song Zhixiao's lips.

When Chen Xiaojian's tongue moved forward, Song Zhixiao's tongue began to retreat. It's like playing a childish game.

The game is childish, but two people are addicted to it