Lin Yincheng watched every plate being eaten quickly, and a sense of satisfaction welled up in his heart that he was needed and recognized.

Perhaps everyone who cooks is happy to see the fruits of their labor liked by others.

The corners of his mouth hooked imperceptibly, and a smile inadvertently flashed in his eyes.

After happily ending the meal, Lin Yincheng took the initiative to ask to wash the dishes.

Zhong Lingxin suddenly couldn't get away, it was her turn today.

When Lu Qianzhe heard this, he grabbed Zhu Dafu's shoulders and pulled him away, who was still reminiscing.

Before leaving, he turned his head and squeezed his eyes ambiguously at Zhong Lingxin.

Zhong Lingxin had long been accustomed to someone's gossip, so he ignored it directly, and stared at Lin Yincheng washing dishes.

His action of washing the dishes looks a little jerky, and he does not have the movements of cooking at all.

But he did it very seriously, his expression was focused, his face was condensed, and his handsome and beautiful face was unforgettable, which really made people look at it in a trance.

As a young master, I'm afraid I haven't really washed any dishes.

Cooking may be his natural skill.

Zhong Lingxin's eyes poured out a few wisps of warmth, and his mood was a little delicate.

This man suddenly broke into her life and made her feel the warmth of home again.

However, there was a full decade between them, and it was a barrier that could not be crossed.

She couldn't and didn't dare to respond to his heavy feelings.

When Lin Yincheng washed the dishes, wiped his hands clean, and turned around, he saw Zhong Lingxin sitting on a chair in the dining room, looking at the direction of the kitchen in a daze.

Her eyes were distracted, the dark light in her eyes, ethereal, and empty.

Such a woman gave Lin Yincheng an inexplicable illusion.

It seemed that in the next second, she would suddenly become transparent and disappear in front of his eyes.

Lin Yincheng was frightened by the sudden flashing thought, and hurriedly walked to her side and asked softly.

"Lingxin, what's wrong with you?"

The voice was soft and bright, like a spring in a mountain stream in winter, full of forest spring rhyme.

Zhong Lingxin came back to his senses, shook his head, and was silent for a while, awkwardly looking for a topic.

"It's nothing, do you wash dishes at home?"

Lin Yincheng's frowning brows stretched a little, hooked his lower lip shallowly, and said slowly:

"I've barely washed it, and today is my first time washing dishes."

He hesitated for a moment, his gaze drifting, and said with some promise:

"But, because you're by my side, I'm a little bit of a fan of washing dishes now. Later, I ...... Can wash your dishes all the time. ”

When Zhong Lingxin heard this, his heart was slightly stunned.

When it happened to meet his gaze, it seemed that there was transparent sunlight shattering the ground, and her heart suddenly beat up.

Zhong Ling coughed uncomfortably, vaguely concealing his true thoughts in his heart, and did not respond to this sentence.

His understatement was like a pen sketching a beautiful scene in front of her eyes.

The affection contained in it was like a faint promise, and the hidden meaning made her heart tremble.

Zhong Lingxin's expression from beginning to end was plain, as if he didn't take it to heart.

Her gaze wandered over the tips of her slightly reddened ears, and a chuckle erupted in her throat.

A smile overflowed into his eyes.

The whole person seems to be bathed in the spring breeze.

She also wondered how someone who had been silent could say so much today.

Zhong Lingxin blinked suddenly and stood up from his chair.

The smile in her eyes was imperceptible to banter, and Lin Yincheng looked away a little unnaturally.

The two walked side by side on the way back to the room, although they didn't make a sound, Lin Yincheng actually had some quiet feelings in his heart.

Without a trace, he glanced at the person next to him.

Zhong Lingxin couldn't help but turn his face and meet his gaze.

The indescribable phoenix eyes seemed to be looking at her every minute and every second, peeking into her heart all the time.

Zhong Lingxin silently said sorry in his heart.

In fact, love is very simple, maybe no longer expecting it, it will not be hurt.

But there are always people who are desperate and sink in the red dust.

Those who are deeply affectionate do not live, and deep affection is a tragedy.

And reborn, she can't face a tragedy that has long been closed again, and once again bear the pain of loss.

That kind of heart-eating pain, she didn't want to try it again.

Zhong Lingxin grabbed the corner of Lin Yincheng's clothes and stared at those affectionate black eyes.

She frowned slightly, as if the next words were hard to say.

A panicked expression appeared on Lin Yincheng's face.

There were no other emotional waves in those eyes, just inexplicable emotions that he couldn't guess and couldn't see.

But he was uneasy and scared at the same time, and those heart-piercing words would spit out from his slightly quivering lips.

Lin Yincheng lowered his eyebrows, without any expression on his face, but as if he was waiting for a moment of condensation before the storm came.

The look in Zhong Ling's eyes was indistinguishable, and he was silent for a long time before he organized his words.

Word by word, she spoke:

"Lin Yincheng, let's always be friends, so that you and I will be a little more comfortable."

Her voice was already soft, and when she was deliberately lowered, she was like a seductive kraken, bewitching his delusions and making him powerless.

Lin Yincheng closed his eyes and opened them again, his thin lips pursed slightly, revealing a heavy bitterness.

Those words were like poison wrapped in honey, which could make him feel painful, because of that sweetness, but he couldn't refuse.

The voice in Lin Yincheng's heart kept shouting:

He will never be at ease with being friends with her.

And he didn't want to, and she was only friends.

After Zhong Lingxin finished speaking, his heart seemed to be stuffed with a ball of cotton, which was dry and uncomfortable.

There is not a hint of the relieved feeling that I imagined.

This indescribable feeling made her stunned for a moment.

Zhong Lingxin was in a daze, when suddenly a black shadow pounced.

Lin Yincheng pressed her against the wall, one of his hands on her ear, his eyes fixed on her.

The shocked face was reflected in his eyes.

"Don't you really understand my mind? Do you really not understand, or do you want to understand? ”

Lin Yincheng saw that her eyes were wandering a few times, blurry as if she had lost focus, and the shallow mist in her eyes covered the light inside, making him unable to see clearly.

didn't respond for a long time, which made him feel a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

Zhong Lingxin was stunned for a while, and opened his mouth slightly, but he didn't know what to say.

His breath brushed gently across her cheeks, and before she could react, the slender, white hand ran across her lips.

Lin Yincheng leaned over abruptly and took her lips in his mouth.

The sudden question was more like a punishment, and after tossing and turning maliciously, he jerked away and whispered into her ear.

"I'm sorry, I'm not confident, I can be comfortable."

A low voice like a nightmare sounded in Zhong Lingxin's ears, and word by word typed into the bottom of her heart.

Lin Yincheng glanced at her deeply, and turned away without hesitation, leaving a stunned person with his back against the wall, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.