Chapter Twenty-Nine: Dreams

Xia Han swallowed lightly, tilted his head slightly, and a strand of hair on his forehead swayed slightly. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Listening to the sound of his manic heartbeat, Xia Han obviously felt as if his ears were already on fire.

Zuoqiu's slender legs were crossed, and he leaned lightly against the cabinet next to him, and the evil smile that he couldn't hide hung on his handsome face. Jing Che's eyes looked at Xia Han's side face gently and intently, the skin that could be broken by blowing was as white as snow, there was baby fat on his face that had not yet faded, and the eyelashes like a dense fan in the deep eye sockets drooped low......

Feeling the hot gaze of Zuoqiu behind him, Xia Han slowly washed the dishes and asked softly while diverting the topic,

"Aren't your mom and dad coming back?"

"They have their own house."

"Why don't you live with them?"

Xia Han was scrubbing the dishes and chopsticks with a sponge, and at the same time turned his head and looked at Zuoqiu beside him lightly.

"Sometimes, it's good that I'm not there."

“……？”

Zuoqiu looked at Xia Han for a moment, and suddenly a wicked smile lifted up at the corner of his mouth, and his inky black eyes stared straight at the person in front of him.

Looking at Zuoqiu's straight eyes, Xia Han suddenly thought of something, one was careless, and he didn't grasp the bowl in his hand.

The expected sound of shattering was not heard. Xia Han hurriedly looked down and saw that on the carpet under his feet, the white porcelain bowl was in the palm of a wide hand.

He raised his head suddenly, and met the dark eyes of the left hill.

Zuoqiu got up slowly, his tall and broad back straight, like a mountain in front of Xia Han. The former sighed softly,

"I'll wash it."

Seeing that Xia Han was still standing stupidly, Zuoqiu gently untied the apron on Xia Han's body and skillfully put it on himself. took the sponge in Xia Han's hand.

Xia Han looked at Zuoqiu's skillful movements and the dishwashing sink that became clean and neat in an instant, and his hand involuntarily gently stroked Zuoqiu's back. What has he been through?

When I think back to my life in the United States, although I am the only one, my home is a mess......

Except for some simple housework, most of the time Xia Han asks housekeepers to clean the house. Something like doing housework so beautifully, Xia Han had never considered it.

But shouldn't the man in front of him be a pampered rich second generation?

After a moment of distraction, there was a noise outside the door.

"Young master, why do you ...... it yourself" The housekeeper who rushed over saw Zuoqiu standing by the sink washing dishes and hurriedly ran over.

"It doesn't matter. It's late. ”

Zuoqiu casually picked up a towel and wiped his hands, and the sink behind him was already clean.

"Aunt Li, go back to sleep, it's okay here."

Zuoqiu gestured to Aunt Li, gently put his arm around Xia Han's shoulder, and led her out of the restaurant.

"Go back to sleep."

Xia Han came back to his senses when he heard this, and turned his head to see the dark and silent night outside,

"What time is it?"

"Half past three."

"Huh?"

Zuo Qiu smiled without squinting and accompanied Xia Han back to her room. Although I wasn't sure where Zuoqiu's bedroom was, Zuoqiu's study was next to Xia Han's room, and I saw that Zuoqiu had no intention of going back.

"Aren't you going back to rest?"

"I still have some aftermath work to do."

"......"

Zuoqiu didn't wait for Xia Han to speak, he pushed the door straight open, and then walked towards the study.

"Hurry up and heal your wounds. Remember what you promised me. ”

Xia Han looked at Zuoqiu's tall and straight back, and the residual warmth of the former's palm was still on Xia Han's shoulder at this time......

Walking into the huge room, the wardrobe is now full of clothes that Xia Han had adjusted in the afternoon.

How did Zuoqiu know that it was her favorite brand?

Retracted into the quilt, Xia Han forced himself to close his eyes, but the pounding heart made Xia Han never calm down.

I slept for about a few hours, but my dreams kept changing.

The mother's appearance in the dream is still so beautiful and moving, but she will always stay at the time when the mother looks back at herself before leaving. That affection made Xia Han's heart like a knife.

In a trance, I went back to my childhood, playing and frolicking with my friends in the courtyard at home, but suddenly everything went back to the first day I came to NTU, and I saw Zuoqiu in Baburry......