He took the plate out, and then he brought out another.

An Xiaoli simply let him work.

After Jiulan Crack arranged all the dishes, An Xiaoli picked up the chopsticks.

Jiu Lan Crack didn't dare to be too presumptuous, and sat opposite her.

The two of them ate quietly.

An Xiaoli didn't speak, she was very quiet when she ate, and so was the tutor Jiulan Split had received since she was a child, so the two of them ate quietly.

Jiulan's hungry stomach finally warmed up after so many days.

Meal.

Jiulan cracked and obediently put away the dishes.

In the kitchen, An Xiaoli was stirring the remaining soup in the pot, and was suddenly hugged from behind.

An Xiaoli was stunned.

Jiulan Crack hugged her from behind, her chin buried in her neck socket, and the fingers resting in front of her tightened.

“…… Thank you. ”

Thank you to her for not giving up on him.

He spoke lowly.

The sound passed through the air and into her ears.

An Xiaoli's hand holding the spoon froze in mid-air.

Behind him was a strong chest, very warm, and quietly dependent on her like a child.

He hadn't left since just now, looking at An Xiaoli behind him, watching her cook for him.

This is the first person in so long who is willing to cook for him.

Jiulan's cracked eyes were a little wet, but he didn't want her to see them.

An Xiaoli breathed softly, and suddenly felt a little pain in her heart.

The hand holding the handle lifted and slowly put it back into the pot.

She reached out and turned off the fire.

She lowered her eyes, tilted her head slightly, looked at the person holding her, and said softly: "No matter what others say, if you are innocent, don't hurt yourself with other people's mistakes." ”

She knew that although he didn't say it, she already felt the feeling that he had slowly liked the stage.

If he's been here, isn't he, going to give up again?

It's silly.

Hearing this, Jiu Lan's cracked body trembled slightly.

He hummed, his voice buzzing, and the hand in front of her slowly let go.

An Xiaoli pursed her lips and turned back to continue dealing with the pot of soup.

When An Xiaoli came out, she found that Jiulan had turned into a sticky spirit, and she had to follow her wherever she went.

An Xiaoli, who was tidying up the dried flowers and plants, sighed lightly.

"Are you okay to do?" She asked, turning her head.

"Uh, oh, me, I'm going to ......"

Jiu Lan Crack responded a little embarrassed, and was about to turn around.

"Wait!"

An Xiaoli suddenly stopped him.

Nine Lan cracked for a moment.

Then, he saw An Xiaoli get up, frowning at his face, and suddenly reached out to caress it.

The Nine Orchids of the Moist and Warm Fingertips froze.

"What's wrong with you here?"

An Xiaoli asked, looking at a bruise on his face near his neck, which he hadn't noticed before.

Jiulan came back to her senses, a gloom flashed in her eyes, and she said "nothing" and wanted to dodge.

An Xiaoli frowned and reached out to hold his hand.

The cracks of the Nine Orchids are slightly stiff.

An Xiaoli pulled him to sit on the sofa.

"You wait."

Because An Xiaoli was here last time, she knew very well where the medicine box was.

She walked over to find the medicine box, then sat down next to Nine Cracks, opened them and took out cotton swabs and iodine to disinfect Nine Lan Cracks.

The smell of alcohol brushed the wings of his nose, and his face was gently smeared with cotton swabs.

"Does it hurt?"

An Xiaoli asked.

"Ahem, no, it doesn't hurt."

Lie.

So many days have passed, and there are still marks left on it, which shows how bad the situation was at that time.

An Xiaoli was silent and asked him, "Who moved the hand?" ”

Jiulan Crack didn't speak, and those obsidian eyes looked at her quietly.