For a moment, Liang Yixun was a little overwhelmed.

Faced with a whole cabinet of women's clothes, many thoughts quickly flashed through her mind, whose are these things? Looking at the style and color, are they all worn by young girls, is it his ex-girlfriend's?

Thinking about Zhong Lingtian's age, it is normal to have a girlfriend, but he is single now, which means that they have broken up, so why does he still keep his ex-girlfriend's things? Unforgettable? Reluctant to throw it away?

Liang Yixun suddenly felt that his heart was stuffy, and he was a little out of breath.

And at this moment, the door suddenly "knocked", and Zhong Lingtian's voice followed, "Xiao Xun, I just forgot to tell you, there is a change of clothes in the wardrobe, you pick out new clothes, they are all my sister's, you two are about the same figure." ”

His sister's?

Liang Yixun was shocked again, but the sullen feeling in his heart disappeared all of a sudden.

"Oh, I see, thanks!" Even the tone became lighter.

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Twenty minutes later, Liang Yixun finished taking a shower and picked out a clean set of clothes to change into.

While looking in the mirror, she muttered: What is said that she is about the same size as his sister, and it is clearly much different! Her figure is not as good as the owner of this dress! She stole a glance at the two brand-new bras in the closet, D cups! She doesn't even have a C.

After 28 years of life, Liang Yixun was dissatisfied with his figure for the first time.

However, she didn't have time to feel inferior, because her stomach was already rumbling with hunger.

Turning left out of the room, the smell of the kitchen wafted into the air.

Zhong Lingtian was setting the dishes and chopsticks, looked up and smiled, "Come over and eat!" ”

Liang Yixun was stunned for the Nth time tonight, he just said to help her make noodles, she thought it was instant noodles, but he actually made pasta!

Zhong Lingtian said disapprerovingly, "There are not enough ingredients at home, so I made a simple Italian red sauce noodle, you won't mind, right?" ”

"Of course not, that's already very good!" Liang Yixun said sincerely. She also makes this Italian red sauce noodles, so she knows that the process is not as simple as it seems on the surface, first of all, she needs to prepare a serving of Italian noodles, then mince the onion and garlic, chop the tomatoes into a puree, then heat the oil, put the minced garlic, stir-fry until the onion turns from light purple to white, then add the tomato puree, stir-fry for a while, turn off the heat, cover the pot, and cook. Finally, boil the underwater pasta, cook until there are no hard spots in the middle, and finally pick it up and put it on a plate and pour the red sauce over it.

The whole process needs to be done in one go, and it is a great test of the chef's skills, she has failed many times to master the skills, but compared to Zhong Lingtian's cooking skills, she can't get on the table at all.

"What a daze, eat it while it's hot." Zhong Lingtian stretched out his finger and shook it in front of her eyes.

Liang Yixun let out an embarrassed "oh" and hurriedly started.

Zhong Lingtian sat across from her with a smile, and the two of them enjoyed dinner quietly together.

After the meal, Liang Yixun felt that although she was a guest, she couldn't always "stretch out her hands to open her mouth", so she rushed to wash the dishes and wanted to give back politely, but she obviously overestimated herself, after all, it was not her own home, unfamiliar kitchen, unfamiliar facilities, unfamiliar tools, and everything was not smooth, so it was a tragedy if she was not careful.

With a "bang", the plate came out of her hand, and she instinctively stepped back.

And Zhong Lingtian also hurriedly rushed forward to ask, "Are you injured......

Before he finished speaking, he stopped abruptly, because ...... The posture of the two is too intimate.

As soon as she stepped back, he stepped forward, face to face, lip to lip.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and Liang Yixun even held his breath.

His face was so close to her, so close that she could feel every ebb and fall of his breath, and the warm, hot, itchy feeling.

She instinctively felt danger and subconsciously wanted to escape, but it was too late, and his lips fell gently......