"Xie ......" she instinctively smiled and thanked her, halfway through speaking, thinking of what he had just said, she hurriedly swallowed back the word thank you in the back, "Let's eat, it's cold for a while!" ”

Immediately after the meal, she got up and cleaned up the table.

Seeing her standing in front of the pool and preparing to wash her wrists, Leng Zimo immediately stopped, "Just call the hourly workers tomorrow!" ”

"It's just two bowls, there's no need to invite outsiders!" She neatly turned on the faucet, poured dish soap, and quickly cleaned the dishes and chopsticks and put them on the bowl rack.

Leng Zimo was very satisfied with her word "outsider", sitting at the table, watching her background busy in the kitchen, when Zuihou stood in front of the sink to wash his hands, he got up and walked over, helped her press the nozzle of the hand sanitizer, and then stretched out his right hand to help her wash her hands.

Feeling him clinging to her back chest, Luo Xiaoqian's face was just hot.

"No...... No, I can do it myself! ”

Leng Zimo didn't pay attention to it, but continued to use his right hand to help her scrub.

The hand sanitizer gradually lathered, covering both his and her palms, his fingers cleaning his fingers and between his fingers, skin rubbing, and a simple hand wash was also washed ambiguously.

The heart, unconsciously, beats eagerly.

Feeling her strange reaction, Luo Xiaoqian hurriedly withdrew her fingers from between his fingers, turned on the faucet again, and the flowing water washed away the foam on the palms of the two, and swirled into the sewer.

She turned to leave, only to find that his other arm had wrapped around her waist at some point.

Burying his face in her hair, Leng Zimo sniffed the faint fragrance of her hair, and the kiss fell on the side of her ear.

"Xiaoqian!"

His voice was slightly dry.

"Yes!"

She was gracious, and then she found that her throat was a little dry.

It must be that tonight's frozen dumplings are too salty, Luo Xiaoqian thought.

"I'm going to get some water!"

She escaped from his arms, grabbed the remaining juice from the table, and took a big sip.

Before she could put down the cup, a palm had already reached over, and she took the cup away from her hand, she raised her face, and saw Leng Zimo in front of her, a pair of ink eyes looking at her so deeply, and in the black pupils, there was a flame that could burn her.

She took a step back and pressed her back to the refrigerator.

Leng Zimo raised his head and drank all the juice in the cup, put the cup aside casually, and came to her in just one step, and then, he bent down slightly and approached her.

"That...... I have something ......"

"Say!"

"I bought a photo frame, and inside is a photo of me and my dad, can I put it at the head of the bed?"

"Can't!" Seeing that she was about to speak again, he took a step forward and continued, "You can put it in the living room, or whatever you like, but not in the bedroom!" ”

The bedroom belonged only to him and her, and he didn't allow anyone to enter but her and him, not even a picture of her father.

His face was already in front of her, and she could even feel his warm breath grazing across his cheeks like a feather, itchy and numb.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

The heart is beating more and more urgently, and it seems that it is about to explode.

Realizing what was going to happen next, she spoke again, "I haven't washed my ...... yet"

The word "bath" in the back was directly blocked by him.

Leng Zimo's rare gentleness, as if he was tasting the unique delicacy in this world, obviously eager to swallow it in one bite, but he was afraid that he would not be able to enjoy the special taste if he ate it too quickly.