The body in his arms suddenly froze.

Indeed, for more than a year, she has never responded to him, only today this time, she swears, and for the last time.

Stalemate, she always has a way to deal with it.

"I'm hungry! I'm going to make something to eat, do you want to try my newfound craft? She looked at him with a smile in her eyes.

Ren Haoqian's hand unconsciously let go, and after coming back to his senses, Mu Yushan was already standing in the kitchen.

Her slender figure looks very good in the light, with a cartoon apron around her waist, and her messy long hair draped over her shoulders at will, exuding a lazy atmosphere, but it is also approachable.

Ren Haoqian withdrew his gaze that had stayed for a long time, and caught a glimpse of a Sudoku book from the table, and suddenly he was a little dazed, as if he thought of something deep in his memory.

"You like this?" He asked her in a low voice.

Yushan made noodles and put them on the table, looked at the Sudoku book in his hand, and explained lightly: "Exercise intelligence." ”

"Really?" Ren Haoqian put down the book and muttered to himself: "I thought it was ......"

Mu Yushan handed him the fork and looked at him with his chin in tow, "Why?" ”

He didn't answer, he was quiet for a long time, he stared at his face and couldn't help but ask, "What did you learn from Sister-in-law Li?" ”

Mu Yushan nodded while eating.

Ren Haoqian, the black-bellied president, has always been picky about what he eats, and he agreed to Sister-in-law Li's appointment mostly because of her exquisite craftsmanship, and for Mu Yushan, the eldest lady who never cooks, he can appreciate his face and eat a bite, which is also a gift to the emperor.

Mu Yushan didn't care about him, finished eating by himself, went through the bowl to the dishwasher and went upstairs.

Just about to open the bedroom door, Ren Haoqian stood downstairs and shouted to her.

She looked at him sleepily, yawning and rubbing her dry eyes, and he slowly walked up and stood side by side with her in the doorway.

"Aren't you going back to your room?" She was vaguely uneasy.

"This is my home." He lowered his eyes and looked at her.

"But......," she said aggravated, "I'm sick." ”

"So what?"

"I mean," she deliberately concealed, hiding the hair on her cheeks behind her ears unnaturally, "I'm afraid of infecting you." ”

The tone is firm and a little cute.

“I don't care.” His standard American pronunciation made Mu Yushan completely defeated, she was so sleepy that whatever he wanted, she opened the door in surrender, and the two of them walked in.

They each lifted the quilt from both sides of the bed and lay down, turned off the light, and the room fell silent.

The floor-to-ceiling windows were still covered with a thin mist, and the moonlight faded, dimly illuminating a corner of the room. The dark night in the early hours of the morning seems quite meaningful, with a hint of ambiguity in the quiet.

Mu Yushan lay sideways on this comfortable and spacious big bed, Ren Haoqian opened his eyes, caught a glimpse of her back, his arm slowly wrapped around her waist from the side, she trembled, and her body squirmed a little unconsciously.

His head rested against her shoulder socket, and the sound of even breathing continued to blow against her neck.

I don't know how long I thought about it before Mu Yushan fell asleep peacefully.

It's a very close distance, but it's separated by thousands of rivers and mountains.

Maybe you can't go in a lifetime, because some people find the key, but they get rusty.

He was destined to be such a man.

Because, from the very beginning, he was all-or-nothing.

He thinks of himself as a person in the game, but plays a role that has nothing to do with her.

He looked at her, and after all, he walked farther and farther......

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