"Okay, I promise you. In the future, I will never do anything to you that you don't like. ”

Leng Mo did what he said, and since then, he has never done those intimate things to her rashly, nor has he ever pestered her anymore.

One goes to work, the other goes to school, and there are fewer and fewer intersections.

After Leng Mo disappeared for about half a month, he suddenly returned to the cold house one day and never left.

Because he went back to live in the cold house.

Although Qin Chenchen didn't really want to see him, he didn't have to do it, after all, this was his real home.

In order to avoid embarrassment, she could only try to stagger the time of meeting him. For example, in the morning, he usually goes downstairs at eight o'clock for breakfast, so she tries to go out to school before eight o'clock.

But if you can hide in the morning, you can't hide in the night.

Qin Chenchen came home from a night of self-study, about nine o'clock.

She used to go to the kitchen when she got home. Sometimes she eats a night snack specially prepared for her by the maid, and sometimes she cooks her own frozen dumplings.

That night, she came home from self-study in the evening, took a shower in a hurry, put on a pair of duck-style pajamas, put on a pair of slippers of the same style, and walked into the kitchen.

Pulling ten quick-frozen dumplings from the refrigerator, she skillfully opened the fire to boil water.

The water in the pot was steaming, and Qin Chenchen was in a daze for a while holding the quick-frozen dumplings.

She didn't come back to her senses until the water boiled and gurgling.

She hurriedly put the dumplings down.

As the dumplings were thrown into the hot water, the hot water splashed out and splashed directly on the back of her hand.

She hissed~ and slammed the plate on the kitchen counter, then staggered twice in place, her little face wrinkled together.

Just as she shook her hand vigorously to relieve the pain, a white figure suddenly appeared, and he grabbed her hand.

The deep ink eyes looked at the back of her small hand with a large red patch, and a touch of distress rolled out of her eyes in an instant.

Junyi's brow furrowed, and he immediately pulled her to the faucet, unscrewed the faucet, and shoved her little hand into the silver jet of water.

Qin Chenchen's five slender white fingers curled up, a little cold.

She kept her head down, not daring to look up.

He stood behind her, embracing her, his big hands wrapping around her little hands, and the temperature of his palms and the temperature of the running water described a strong contrast.

The skin touched, and it also stirred up the slightest electric current.

Qin Chenchen felt that at this moment, the breathing of the two of them was heavier than the sound of rushing water.

The faint mint fragrance on his body, like the alternating heat of her hands, was so strong and uneasy to her.

Qin Chenchen couldn't stand such silence, so he had to withdraw his little hand from his palm, push him away, lowered his head, and said sullenly: "I'll go up and apply some medicine." ”

Leng Mo watched her leave in a hurry, a look of pain crossed her eyes.

The dumplings tumble in the hot water, gurgling. His heart was also like this dumpling, tumbling up and down, tormenting.

Perhaps, if she continues to torture him like this, he will become mature sooner or later.

Qin Chenchen smeared some medicine on the back of her hand, and after that, she hesitated to go to the kitchen again.

What if he's still around?

But the dumplings are still boiling in the pot!

After thinking about it for a while, Qin Chenchen felt that it was better to go for a trip, what if the dumplings boiled and the kitchen was fried?

Besides, he wouldn't have stayed in the kitchen.

As for how he suddenly appeared just now, it may have been purely accidental. He probably went to the dining room to get food, and then happened to see the kitchen door open, and out of curiosity, he walked in.

Back in the kitchen again, sure enough, there was no one.

However, there was one thing that surprised Qin Chenchen: this dumpling had already been cooked.

Who started the pot?

It should be him. After all, on this big night, the servants have all left the main house.

Qin Chenchen brought the dumplings to the living room, turned on the TV, and ate hot dumplings while watching the evening news.

Suddenly, the butler came in.

Qin Chenchen was a little surprised and asked, "Uncle housekeeper, haven't you rested yet?" ”

The housekeeper sighed, "Young Master has a stomachache, how can I rest assured?" ”