Feng Chen does not deny that the meals she cooks are indeed delicious.

He used to eat fast food on weekends.

And sometimes when he comes back from overtime, it's too late and he doesn't deliver takeaway, so he eats instant noodles.

Since Song Zhiyue moved in, no matter how late he got off work, she would leave him food.

Song Zhiyue continued: "Didn't you say that you would work hard to be a qualified boyfriend? We can also cultivate a relationship by living together, whether you take care of me or I take care of you, it will be very convenient. ”

Feng Chen said silently: "Let's eat." ”

Song Zhiyue knew that he had promised to let her stay.

After dinner, Song Zhiyue went back to the room to draw the design draft.

Feng Chen went to the study, and when he was done, it was already eleven o'clock, he turned off the computer and went back to the bedroom.

When she passed by Song Zhiyue's door, her door was hidden, and the light inside was still on.

He glanced inside and saw Song Zhiyue lying on the bed, holding a pen in his hand, burying his head and not knowing what he was doing.

She had already taken a shower, her half-wet hair was loosely tied with leather bands, the nightdress on her body was not long, which could cover her thighs, and her two thin white legs were very shocking.

Song Zhiyue seemed to have a sense and looked in the direction of the door.

Feng Chen subconsciously avoided it and walked straight to his bedroom.

Song Zhiyue saw his flashing figure, didn't even wear slippers, and quickly walked out of the room.

"Seal the dust!"

Feng Chen's had already unscrewed the bedroom door, and when he heard her shout, the movements in his hands froze, and he turned to look at her calmly.

"Is there something wrong?"

Song Zhiyue walked up to him and stared at his eyes with a smile: "You peeked at me just now." ”

A hint of embarrassment flashed on Feng Chen's face, but he didn't admit it: "I didn't." ”

Song Zhiyue saw that the roots of his ears were slightly red, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became bigger and bigger: "Yes, I saw it." ”

Feng Chen's face did not change: "I just passed by your door just now." ”

"What if you admit to peeking at me, anyway, I'm yours, you can watch as much as you want."

Feng Chen glanced at her chest, which was empty.

Although her nightdress is cotton, not as clear as silky, you can still see the beans standing up.

I don't know what's going on, he felt as if his breathing was not smooth for a moment, and the Adam's apple rolled subconsciously.

His eyes darkened, and he took a step forward, Song Zhiyue subconsciously stepped back, and he forced her against the handrail.

Song Zhiyue shrunk her neck, and her speech was a little unfavorable: "You...... What's wrong? ”

Feng Chen pinched her chin and made her look at herself: "Dressed like this and dangling in front of me, deliberately seducing me?" ”

The deep voice, coupled with the fact that he deliberately got so close, the warm breath of his speech sprayed on her face, revealing an ambiguous breath, making her face slowly turn red.

Although she is beautiful, her sanity is still there, and she lowers her eyelashes with a weak heart.

"I didn't."

Close to each other, Feng Chen could clearly see that there were no flaws on her delicate face.

Her eyelashes were long and dark, curled upwards one by one, as if she had brushed mascara.

I don't know if it's the faint fragrance on her body or the smell of shampoo that rushes into his nostrils and goes straight to his brain.

Song Zhiyue looked at his handsome face close at hand, his heart was pounding, as if he was a little hypoxic, and subconsciously licked his lips.