This is Su Baixi's home.

But Lin Zijia is more familiar with where the items in this home are placed than Su Baixi, which is the most subtle mood.

The moment Su Bing saw the flour, he already realized that perhaps the relationship between Lin Zijia and Su Baixi was indeed ......

It's not quite what he knew before.

Su Bing took out the flour in the locker, and when he turned around, he saw Su Baixi looking for it in the refrigerator, the refrigerator was built-in, and the area was very large.

[Did you find it?] Lin Zijia's message was sent.

Su Bing replied: [Hmm. 】

At least, if a man knows where the items in the house are placed, it means that the housework in the house is undertaken by the man, and he has put a lot of thought into the house.

Su Bing had always had an opinion about Lin Zijia before, and this opinion had risen to the point of prejudice.

After learning this, Su Bing's mood also changed a lot.

"Sister, here you are."

Su Bing took the bag of flour and walked in the direction of the kitchen.

Su Baixi turned his head and said in astonishment, "How do you know?"

She smiled, "I don't even know where I am."

Su Bing observed Su Baixi's expression the whole time, not letting go of even a small expression.

Originally, Su Baixi's personality was light, and she couldn't see anything by looking at her face, and only the moment she saw the flour bag just now, she found that the stunned in her cold eyes was the truest reaction.

Su Bingyi said, "If there is someone who can take care of things for you and make you no longer alone, then the result will be very good."

"Say whatever you want, don't go around in circles with me," Su Baixi took the flour, turned around and poured a small half out, diluted it with water, "We are not outsiders, and now we have another layer of guardianship."

When Su Bing heard this, he said, "I mean, he seems to be taking care of you."

Su Baixi skillfully beat two eggs in the bowl and said, "I used to take care of him, and he took care of me, isn't this taking turns?"

"But I think you deserve to be taken care of." Su Bing raised his voice, and his tone was a little anxious.

Su Baixi smiled.

She diluted the flour and then cut some tomatoes, added green onions and garlic after the pot, and then began to pimple when it opened.

The colander was ticking, and she was skillful in her hand, and the food seemed to have been dyed with color and fragrance, Su Bingli stood next to her to help take the bowl, and said, "Sister, we are the only ones left in the future."

Su Baixi paused.

A pun intended.

The two of them have no parents, and the rest of the days are just huddled together to keep warm.

She really has no parents, and Su Bing is equivalent to having nothing.

Su Baixi whispered, "I'll take care of you."

"No, I'll take care of you," Su Bing took the bowl and tasted it, "Don't always treat me as a child, I'll grow up sooner or later."

Su Baixi smiled and said, "Then wait until you grow up."

If the truth is hidden, there will never be a day when it will be revealed.

Su Baixi asked, "Do you want to add salt?"

Su Bing shook his head: "It's just right, I don't eat salty."

One pot was boiled too much, and there was a lot left after two bowls of two people, and after eating while watching a movie in the living room, Su Bing took the initiative to go to the kitchen to clean up, Su Baixi took the bowl and said, "It's too late, let it go, come and collect the same tomorrow."

Su Bing was a little stunned, and said, "Sister, didn't you always say that the day's things were done on the same day? When you used to go to school, you had a kind of persistence, and you had to write the homework assigned by the teacher until 3 o'clock in the morning, and you were comfortable until you finished it."

Su Baixi replied with a light smile, "This is not the same concept as cleaning up the plates."

"What

Isn't that right?" Su Bing argued, "I mean you're obviously a person with mild obsessive-compulsive disorder."

So how can you let today's things be done tomorrow?

Su Baixi said with a smile, "I've been tired for so long, and I've been strict with myself to be perfect, and sometimes I need to rest, don't I?"

Su Bing didn't doubt that he had him, and said, "I cleaned it up."

"Sleep." Su Baixi smiled and said, "If you want to clean up, you can clean up, as long as you can."

Su Bing really doesn't know much about these.

But he wanted to be strong: "I think I ......."

Su Baixi put the bowl on the coffee table, stood up, turned to go upstairs, and added, "If the bowl is broken, I may be angry."

「……」

Su Bing turned around and went back to the room.

Since he was a child, Su Bing may not have even heard the words of his parents, except for Su Baixi's, he only listened to Su Baixi.

In the middle of the night, there was some movement at the door.

Su Baixi slept lightly, and the slightest noise outside could wake her up, and the moment the door of the room was pushed open, she opened her eyes.

She slowly fumbled under the pillow with one hand, touched a sharp knife, and held it in her hand.

The quilt is lifted.

"Haven't slept yet?"

Lin Zijia's deep voice came.

He deliberately lowered his voice, and all the hot air he exhaled sprinkled between Su Baixi's neck, with a frivolous meaning, as if he was tempting.

Su Baixi felt a little itchy, but silently put the knife in his hand back under the pillow.

"How do you see that?" Su Baixi asked softly.

The lights were not turned on, and it was dark in the huge bedroom, but she still had her back to him, how did she find out that she hadn't slept?

Lin Zijia rolled over on the bed, put one hand around her waist, leaned over and said, "Want to know?"

Su Baixi saw Lin Zijia's slightly glowing eyes in the dark night, and suddenly had a bad premonition, so he stopped his losses in time and said, "I don't think about it very much."

"Don't you really want to?"

His hand moved slowly in the quilt, clearly knowing all of Su Baixi's sensitive places, each of which could successfully make Su Baixi feel strongly, she squinted, and one hand accurately pressed the back of Lin Zijia's hand.

"You really don't want to?" Lin Zijia didn't continue, lowered his head, and got closer to her.

Su Baixi was afraid that if she continued this topic, things would not end well later, so she changed the topic and said, "Didn't you say that you won't come back?"

Lin Zijia said "um", glanced at his phone, the brightness of the screen reflected on his face, reflecting his fluent and sharp outline, he said, "It's half past five, it's morning."

He said, "I said that I won't come back in the evening, it's the next morning, and I said yes?"

「……」

There is some truth to it.

Su Baixi chuckled, stretched out his legs, and stepped on his waist accurately.

"Didn't you just want to? What does that mean?" He smiled ambiguously.