When Yan Qinqing heard Ye Xinghao's words, she was not moved at all, but pouted her head impatiently, avoiding his warm and dry fingers.

If it weren't for his inexplicable appearance, she and Xiao Zexiao would not have been like this at all.

Yan Qinqing didn't dare to think of Xiao Zexiao in her mind, thinking of these complaints, she only dared to think wildly, she didn't like to be touched by strangers like this.

Ye Xinghao didn't have a little embarrassment on his face, he naturally withdrew his hand, smiled with a doting and gentle smile, rubbed her messy hair, turned around and hooked his finger towards Ling San, "Get clothes for your master." ”

"It's not that you're in charge of my three meals a day? It's not that you've done the task? What other clothes do you change? Wouldn't it be nice to wear pajamas? Yan Qinqing glanced at him in a cold tone, completely lifted the quilt, and got out of bed barefoot.

Just as I was about to go to the panel, I washed myself, preferably with ice for my swollen and sore eyes.

When Ye Xinghao turned around, his eyes swept over her bare feet, reached out and grabbed her wrist, saw her turn to look at herself with a dissatisfied face, and smiled softly at her.

Slowly squatted down, took the slippers she threw off at will, put her hand on her shoulder, knelt on one knee, lifted her foot, and put on the slippers for her in turn.

After putting it on, he still knelt down on one knee and looked up at her, bending his eyebrows at her and smiling, "The floor is cold, and it's easy to catch a cold without shoes." ”

Yan Qinqing looked down at him, with sincere concern in his eyes, as if he was the most important person in his heart, and he couldn't suffer a little, and the affection hidden in his eyes made her unable to understand.

They had only met once, and even after he got his own information, he didn't know each other at all when they first met, why did he treat him so well?

She doesn't believe in love at first sight, she only believes in the long-term feelings.

Thinking of this, there was a sudden dull pain in my heart, I diverted my thoughts, smiled politely at him, took my hand off his shoulder, and walked towards the panel.

"You don't believe in love at first sight, but I do. Ye Xinghao turned around and picked up the breakfast tray, walked behind her, and said in a soft tone, "If you don't believe it now, you will believe it sooner or later, I am sincere to you." ”

Yan Qinqing stopped, stood in place, forced himself not to think about Xiao Zexiao, turned his head and smiled mockingly at him, and then turned his head to look at the panel, "Turn on the sink." ”

The kitchen soon became apparent, and many molecules gradually appeared next to the kitchen, and soon formed a flower-shaped sink with a beautiful flower-shaped hook next to it, and various toiletries were placed.

Yan Qinqing opened the pool, watched the water flow out, like yesterday's tears, turned his head to look at Ye Xinghao and sneered, "When, if you don't read what I'm thinking, I believe that you are sincere!"

After finishing speaking, he leaned over and picked up the cold water, threw it into his face, and sighed comfortably in his heart.

Ye Xinghao put breakfast on the dining table, leaned on the table, his long legs were folded, his eyes were staring at Yan Qinqing's back, his eyes were distressed, the corners of his mouth smiled, and he agreed very happily, "Okay, as you wish!"

Yan Qinqing sneered in disbelief, and continued to pick up the cold water and slap her eyes, still not daring to think about anything in her heart.

A stranger with mind-reading skills guards himself and doesn't dare to think about anything, as if his mind is imprisoned, which makes people uncomfortable and unable to vent.

Ye Xinghao patiently waited for her to finish washing, saw her turn around, pulled out the chair next to her, waved his hand at her, and motioned to sit down.

When she sat down expressionlessly, she put the bread and juice in front of her, and even the knife and fork were within easy reach, looking gentle and thoughtful.

Yan Qinqing stared down at the bread in front of him, knowing that he would not poison himself until he achieved his true purpose, he picked up a knife and fork and cut a piece at will.

The fluffy bread, with the aroma of baked milk, whetted her appetite after a tiring day, and she put the bread on the silver fork into her mouth.

The bread also has a slightly warm, soft and tough taste, and the sweet but not greasy taste of the milk makes her close her eyes in admiration and carefully savor the fragrance of her lips and teeth.

"How does it taste?" Ye Xinghao sat beside her, facing her, holding his cheek with one hand, revealing a worried look, and there was a faint expectation in his eyes, like a child waiting for praise or criticism.

"It was delicious. Are you a baker?" Yan Qinqing admired his craftsmanship in his heart, completely unaware that he really didn't use mind reading.

"This bread tastes better with juice. There will be different layers. Ye Xinghao straightened up and pushed the juice into her hand, with a smile on the corner of his mouth that was appreciated.

Yan Qinqing swallowed the bread in her mouth, picked up the juice and took a sip, after the fruity and mellow juice entered the mouth, it really brought a different deliciousness, just like the aftertaste in her mouth was progressing layer by layer, and she couldn't help but feel a lot more comfortable.

Ye Xinghao saw Yan Qinqing take a sip of juice, opened his eyes slightly and raised his eyebrows, the smile on the corner of his mouth became bigger, he watched her drink two more sips of juice intently, continued to eat bread, and breathed a sigh of relief with satisfaction, "It's good if you like it." ”

"Thank you. Yan Qinqing swallowed the food in her mouth and turned her head to show him a grateful smile.

No matter how much irritability and depression he brought, this breakfast really made her boredom much more comfortable.

His breakfast was magical, and Yan Qinqing was sure that he had never eaten such delicious bread before.

"What do you want for lunch? Or, what cuisine do you like? Whether it's a dish from this planet or from the earth, you name it." Ye Xinghao looked at her slowly eating breakfast with a satisfied face, and the corners of his mouth were uncontrollable smiles.

"I'm not a picky eater, and I even gnaw grass in the last ten years. Yan Qinqing shrugged her shoulders casually and smiled at him indifferently.

Ye Xinghao's eyes showed distress again, and he reached out to pull away a strand of long hair on her face for her, and withdrew his hand with concern, "I have also eaten grass and gnawed tree bark." It always takes some courage to live in the last days. ”

Yan Qinqing turned her head to look at him in surprise, with disbelief in her eyes, "Your cooking skills are more like a cook who is still cooking for the strong in the last days." ”

Ye Xinghao laughed, looked very happy, touched his forehead, and looked at her helplessly, "I really don't know whether you are appreciative or ironic when you say this." ”

Yan Qinqing put down the knife and fork in his hand, looked at him with a serious face, pursed his lips, chuckled, and looked down at the desktop again, "Ye Xinghao, why? Why me?"

"Because of fate. Fate has chosen you. I can be the man you want to become. The only constant is that I love you in my heart. Ye Xinghao's voice was very soft and sincere.

These sincere words like an oath made Yan Qinqing turn his head to look at him inexplicably, his eyes scanning his perfect face back and forth, and shaking his head slightly.