The porridge cooked by Liu Zhimin obviously did not add sugar, but it tasted a little sweet.

Maybe it's because ...... It's Yoo Jimin who is feeding him porridge.

From being a little restrained at the beginning, to enjoying this sweet and greasy atmosphere, to adapting to each other to such an interactive mode, the effort of a bowl of porridge passed quickly.

"Ah...... One last bite. ”

"It's too much...... I'm not a piglet, how can I eat so much. ”

Saying disgusted words, Professor Wen's mouth was still honestly open.

"As long as you talk a lot, don't you finish eating?" Liu Zhimin glanced down at the bowl that had bottomed out, and snorted with satisfaction: "It seems that my cooking skills are not bad?" ”

"That's it."

deliberately said the first half of the sentence in a very poor tone, and before Liu Zhimin was completely angry, Wen Yingheng grabbed the girl's hand: "It will be a craft that I will not get tired of eating for decades in the future." ”

Liu Zhimin, who was in a mood from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the valley, and then climbed up again, glanced at Wen Yingheng, but his tone was very relaxed: "If you think beautifully, of course you cook at home." ”

"Protest ......"

"Protests are not effective!" Yoo Jimin put the dishes and chopsticks back: "Hurry up and take a bath!" The smell of wine is too bad. ”

…………

The quilt cover and bed sheets were put into the washing machine that integrated washing and drying, and the "steam washing" mode was turned on, and Yoo Jimin ended his "housework" in the morning.

Although the sheet and duvet cover have nothing to do with Yoo Jimin's daily life for the time being...... But she's now fully in place, and if that's the case, she can't accept the smell of alcohol on her sheets.

Wouldn't it be nice to warm the sheets?

Stretching his waist, Yoo Jimin slowly paced towards the bathroom.

Wen Yingheng has just started to take a bath - because before taking a bath, he still has to clean up his own messy wardrobe and take inventory of the clothes that need to be "compensated" to Yoo Jimin.

Specifically, as long as it is a wrinkled and alcohol-stained clothes, Moon Young-heng and Yoo Ji-min will have to buy her a similar one when they go shopping in the future.

This time, the ventilation in the bathroom was finally turned on, and through the looming frosted glass, Yoo Jimin looked at the hazy lines with satisfaction - it was regarded as a reward for making breakfast for him, and Wen Yingheng didn't have anything to lose, didn't he?

When you are looked at, you will not lose a piece of meat.

But this kind of thing...... It's a two-way street.

When Wen Yingheng turned around to get the shower gel, he also caught a glimpse of the figure outside the shower room.

It's as if you're leaning against a wall, enjoying the scenery leisurely and contentedly.

The last time I was in Seongnam's hometown, when Wen Yingheng borrowed her shower room, Yoo Jimin was also in this posture secretly watching him take a bath, right?

"Yoo Jimin."

"How...... What's wrong? ”

Yoo Jimin deliberately delayed, as if he had only heard it outside the house, and walked a few steps in place before speaking.

"It's nothing," the door of the shower room was opened, and before Liu Zhimin could react, Wen Yingheng, who had finished taking a bath, had already approached her quickly: "I'm just curious, are you a kitten?" I love to watch boys take a bath so much. ”

Yoo Jimin almost closed his eyes, and his body tensed as if he was about to explode his hair, and he stepped back step by step until he was pressed against the wall.

However, the literal "almost" means that her eyes, very dishonestly and subconsciously looking down, are not completely closed.

In her cramped breathing, she seemed to be able to smell the slight smell of shower gel mixed with the water vapor, and in the violent beating of her heart, she could also feel the violent chest rise and fall of the person in front of her.

And Wen Yingheng, he only felt that the girl hiding in the corner in front of him looked petite and cute, and as his body got closer and closer, he could feel more and more obvious softness.

The air suddenly became ambiguous.

Before the atmosphere heated up further, Wen Yingheng felt a chill in his chest, looked down at it, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "Your hand...... Can you please stop dragging my bathrobe. ”

Yoo Jimin slowly opened her eyes, greedily enjoying the scenery in front of her - she could guarantee that her action was completely subconscious.

Well, it's all out of a stress response.

Wen Yingheng, who originally just wanted to catch Yoo Jimin "peeping" at the scene, suddenly had a little downtime...... Did you go too far, and things seemed to be developing in an unexpected direction.

Similarly, completely subconsciously, Wen Yingheng reached out and hugged the girl in front of him, lowered his head, his lips touched the raised neck, and gently bit it down as he remembered the steps.

Feeling a slight tickling sensation coming from his collarbone, Yoo Jimin, whose brain had completely stopped, subconsciously grabbed his clothes, until about half a minute later, the hot brain finally began to function, and the two who had regained their senses separated again.

"That's not how strawberries are grown...... Wen Yingheng observed her red neck, and said with some regret: "I want to take revenge on you, I didn't know which guy it was before, and he planted strawberries on my neck while I was drunk." ”

Liu Zhimin, whose cheeks were also crimson, hesitated and pushed Wen Yingheng out: "You don't slander people, I'm ...... How could I possibly do such a thing. ”

…………

For a moment, Yoo Jimin felt that she was about to lose the bottom line she had drawn for herself.

In that blazing feeling, all the constraints and requirements for oneself seemed to be completely burned out...... I knew I wouldn't be playing with fire so much.

But if Yoo Jimin is given another chance, will she honestly stay in the living room and wait for him to take a shower?

Yoo Jimin shook his head.

"Next time, don't do it again...... After all, I'm also a twenty-three-year-old young man. Wen Yingheng snatched the shirt back from Yoo Jimin's hand, and slowly buttoned it from top to bottom: "Yoo Jimin, don't touch it again." ”

"Huh? Oh...... Hey. Liu Zhimin looked at the shirt with some nostalgia, arched his nose slightly, and the taste exclusive to Wen Yingheng seemed to be still surrounding the tip of his nose.

That's a kind of ...... It's like a milk biscuit, a little sweet, but not greasy.

Looking down at Yoo Jimin, who had messy hair, Wen Yingheng coughed slightly: "Really, it's completely you taking advantage of me." ”

"Don't you like it?"

Yoo Jimin paused, scratching his fingers slightly for the last lesson before they were about to leave his skin.

Professor Wen opened his mouth, wanting to say something to defend himself.

After repeatedly searching the thesaurus in my head, including Chinese, Korean, English, dialects and other language systems, Professor Wen finally stumbled and said:

"Hello...... Like. ”