What needs to be pressed by that rampage?

Song Wanyue continued to add fuel to the fire, crying more and more aggrieved, and her fingertips grabbed the front of his shirt: "Also...... Don't kiss me. ”

Duan Baiting endured and endured, and finally held her arm and gently pulled the person away from his arms.

She cried until her whole face seemed to be drenched in the rain.

Duan Baiting also didn't know what he was doing during this time.

Of course, he understood that drunken words could not be taken seriously, let alone from Song Wanyue's mouth.

But he didn't deny that when he heard what she said about those likes, he did have a moment of surprise.

At least for the moment, he chose to believe in himself.

I know it in my heart, and I know it better than anyone else.

But when I heard her say it herself, he forgot it all, it was all a lie.

He seems to be competing with himself.

is cold to her, and he is punishing himself.

Maybe it's delusional, and I hope that two of those words are true.

His wrist was gently held, and Duan Baiting lowered his head.

Song Wanyue pursed her lips and approached him little by little, and the palm that was attached to her wrist gradually slid down.

Finally, it touched the palm of his hand.

"Duan Baiting, I won't drink anymore. I don't want to be responsible, I just ...... I'm just afraid that I'll say strange things, and I'll drink too much like that, and it's weird, and I'm ......."

She explained incoherently, crying with a sad face.

Because of the height difference, Duan Baiting always has a sense of top-down scrutiny when he looks at her.

This feeling is extremely oppressive.

But at the moment, his eyes are soft.

He wanted to tell that Song Wanyue's initiative to show favor to him was saddened by his change of attitude towards her.

She is still worried about the harm that will happen to her family if the relationship is broken.

He can see through the calculations behind the city government and the hypocrisy behind his smile.

But I couldn't guess what a little girl was thinking.

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Song Wanyue finally got what she wanted, and as she thought, Duan Baiting couldn't refuse her tears.

It was as if crying in front of him and shedding a few tears.

No matter how impatient you are, no matter how bad your temper is, no matter how cold-blooded you are.

A man in a suit and leather shoes is now in the kitchen frying steak for his hungry wife.

In the pot next to it is a pot of marseille fish soup.

Song Wanyue stood by the door: "Do you need my help?" ”

Duan Baiting took the steak clip to seal the edge of the steak, and Song Wanyue liked to eat medium-rare, so the frying time was a little longer.

Hearing the voice, he lowered his eyes and glanced to the side.

I saw her standing there with her hands behind her back, desperately trying to find something to do.

Duan Baiting nodded and satisfied her: "In the cabinet on the right, take out the apron." ”

"Oh."

She obediently took out a brand new one.

After dismantling it, she volunteered: "I'll surround you." ”

She stood behind Duan Baiting, her arms outstretched, and put her apron in front of him, and the two ties were wrapped back.

Tie a nice bow at the back of his waist.

The pink color she specially chose felt very incompatible with his temperament, and it didn't match his body today.

But she didn't like Duan Baiting's always cold, too clear sense of boundaries, no dust under her eyes, and she rejected anyone.

That's why everybody is afraid of him.

Even Shizuka is, including her previous self.

But in the eyes of Song Wanyue now, Duan Baiting is clearly a very good person.

Very good, very good, very good.

She wanted the world to know how good he was.

The pampered little sister of the Song family is too simple-minded.

She didn't know that the reason why she was the only one who thought Duan Baiting was good was because Duan Baiting was only good to her.

The apron was wrapped, and she didn't leave.

Instead, he put his hand around his waist and refused to let go.

Duan Baiting was obviously stunned for a moment, and then relaxed: "What's the matter?" ”

The olive oil is scalded by the heat.

Duan Baiting is also calmly pleasing to the eye even if he is frying steak, he seems to rarely cook, at least in Song Wanyue's memory, there are only a handful.

She saw him fry asparagus, rosemary, and white mushrooms in a pan.

"It's nothing, I just want to hug you." I hugged them all, and I pretended to ask, "Is that okay?" ”

He sprayed some olive oil into the pot again: "Feel free." ”

Song Wanyue snorted softly in her heart, but she was generous.

Put the grilled steak on a plate: "Are these enough?" ”

She nodded, "That's enough." ”

"Hmm." Duan Baiting held the plate and looked down at the hand that was still on his waist.

Silence is better than silence at this time.

Song Wanyue could understand what he meant.

Let her go.

Song Wanyue did not let go, but hugged her tighter.

His face was pressed against his back, rubbing it wildly.

She liked the cold sandalwood fragrance on his body, and she seemed to be addicted to it when she smelled too much.

Her heart is hooked, and she can't go up or down, and she can't wait to hear it all the time.

"If you like it, I'll ask Aunt Qin to prepare some for you."

"Don't." She refused without even thinking about it, "Only you smell good." ”

He paused.

"Hmm." The tone is neither light nor heavy.

Song Wanyue didn't understand, tilted her head, and showed a pair of eyes from behind him: "What does 'um' mean?" Is it answering my previous 'don't', or is it responding to my later sentence? ”

Duan Baiting was silent for a few seconds and did not answer her question.

Instead, he untied his apron with one hand, turned around, and hugged the person heavily in his arms: "If you like to smell something, you can smell it for a while." ”

The thin and slender back was hugged by that firm and powerful arm, and the inexplicable sense of security made Song Wanyue's heart tremble.

She shrunk into his arms and burst out laughing.

Duan Baiting asked her, "What are you laughing at?" ”

She raised her head in his arms and looked serious: "You don't hate me anymore, I'm happy." I only laugh when I'm happy. ”

She really doesn't seem to know how to hold grudges, even if she was so sad that she couldn't stand up straight when she cried just now, she would show her heart to him with a beautiful and sincere smile.

The Adam's apple rolled, and his voice was hoarse: "I didn't hate you. ”

This is not a deception.

"Then you have to be good to me for the rest of your life." Song Wanyue took his hand and put it on her chest, the closest to her heart, and looked up and smiled at him, "I will be good to you for the rest of my life." ”

Duan Baiting glanced at the softness that stretched out the arc of his palm, and had to question her true intentions.

The cunning in Song Wanyue's smile seemed to confirm this.

He let go of his hand and rubbed it on her head, "I'll talk about it after eating." ”

"Oh." The goal was not achieved, and she reluctantly walked out slowly.

Duan Baiting looked at her like this, and raised the corners of his lips silently.

Song Wanyue eats very slowly, beating the habit brought out by her mother's womb.

Mom used to try to correct it.

She was late for school, and she was still sitting at the dinner table munching on the toast.

Others can eat it in two bites, and it takes her ten minutes.

Later, he was promoted to junior high school, and because he ate too slowly, he was complained by several classmates behind his back.

Said she pretended.

More so in high school.

Not only said that she pretended, but also said that she was a clip, and she was angry when she said something.

Song Wanyue has a good attitude and never cares about these complaints.

She has been slow to eat since she was a child, and she has always spoken in this voice.