I am a wall flower in Kuai Chuanwen

Chapter 275 276 You stand still, otherwise how can I tie it?
Sang Yu pretended to be belatedly aware, looked at Duan Jiamu, and said with blood and innocence: "Student Duan Jiamu, don't you like bitter melon?"

Duan Jiamu: "...?"

Duan Jiamu's mouth was bitter, and he frowned slightly.

Yu Shuxin looked at Sang Yu and said, "You child, do you think that everyone likes eating bitter melon like you, but I don't even like to eat this kind of food, let alone others, I think you did it on purpose."

Yu Shuxin turned her head and looked at Duan Jiamu who was frowning slightly, and said with a smile: "Xiao Duan, if you don't like it, just take it out and throw it away."

Duan Jiamu's slightly frowned brows slowly calmed down, a smile appeared, and he shook his head at Yu Shuxin, "No, auntie, I like to eat."

After Duan Jiamu said this, he mixed the rice and ate all the bitter gourd that Sangyu gave him. After eating, he put some in the bowl and ate a lot.

Sang Yu looked at Duan Jiamu, who had been eating bitter melon, and was stunned.

From the look in Duan Jiamu's eyes just now, it can be seen that he probably doesn't like to eat bitter melon, but why did Duan Jiamu say that he likes to eat it? Could it be that it is extremely impolite for the host to lose the food that others gave him? So Duan Jiamu resisted and finished eating, but he was fine after eating what she gave him, why did he continue to eat.

Sang Yu was a little puzzled, so she could only silently pick up a chopstick of bitter gourd and chew it carefully in her mouth.

The taste is indeed a bit bitter, but she has always liked it, so naturally she feels nothing.

After finishing the meal, Sang Yu brought the rest of the dishes to the kitchen. Yu Shuxin was about to clear the table. Duan Jiamu pressed Yu Shuxin's shoulder, smiled at her and said, "Auntie, sit down and rest. I'll clean it up."

Yu Shuxin smiled and said, "How embarrassing."

Duan Jiamu smiled and took the rag in Shu Xin's hand, "Auntie invited me to dinner, and I should help clean up."

Yu Shuxin looked at Duan Jiamu, who was handsome, sunny, polite and well-behaved, the more he looked at him, the more he liked him, and sat down with a smile, "Okay then, I will trouble you, Duan."

Duan Jiamu smiled brilliantly, "No trouble."

Sang Yu put the leftovers in the refrigerator, then turned her head and saw Duan Jiamu coming into the kitchen with the dishes.

Duan Jiamu kicked the kitchen door shut and glanced at her.

Sang Yu: "...?"

How did he come in, and why did he close the kitchen door? The kitchen was already narrow, but now it looks even narrower.

Duan Jiamu raised his eyebrows at Sang Yu, then glanced at the stove, and put the bowls and chopsticks in his hand into the sink.

Duan Jiamu bent over and turned on the faucet. While waiting for the hot water, he tilted his head and glanced at Sang Yu.

Sang Yu and his eyes collided. The house they rented was a one-bedroom, one-living room converted into a two-bedroom, one living room. The kitchen was so small that it could only accommodate Yu Shuxin to cook in it alone. Sang Yu came in to help. Everyone can't move away.

Duan Jiamu was originally tall and had long legs. For him with long legs, this stove seemed a bit short. The two of them crowded inside made it even more difficult.

Sang Yu said to Duan Jiamu: "Student Duan Jiamu, you go out, I'll do the washing."

The place is so narrow, it is really difficult for the two of them to move around.

As Sang Yu said, she took the apron and prepared to tie it on her body. Duan Jiamu turned off the water at this time and took a step closer to her. The kitchen was originally narrow, and behind Sang Yu was the refrigerator. She couldn't back away and could only look at Duan Jiamu. He frowned slightly.

Duan Jiamu took the apron from her hand, hooked the corner of his mouth, "I'll wash it."

Sang Yu: "...?"

The young master, whose ten fingers do not stick to the spring water, is rushing to work?
But yes, after eating their food, they should help with something.

Duan Jiamu held the apron, tilted his head and hung the rope around his neck, then raised his eyebrows, pointed to the apron rope that was falling from his waist, and said to Sang Yu quite naturally: "Help me tie the back, I will Not enough."

Sang Yu: "...?"

This person is quite troublesome.

Sang Yu walked behind Duan Jiamu and looked at the two ropes hanging from Duan Jiamu's waist. Duan Jiamu didn't know how to pass the ropes to the back.

At this moment, Duan Jiamu had already started to wash the dishes with his head down, occupying both hands, and it was difficult for Sang Yu to ask him to pass the rope.

Sang Yu looked at Duan Jiamu's waist in a daze for a while. Duan Jiamu was wearing the kind of basketball vest that was loosely straddling his waist. Sang Yu looked pleasing to the eye and saw Duan Jiamu's exposed arms. The muscles were strong and strong. , the skin is surprisingly white.

Also, he was bent over at this time, and when he moved back and forth, the hair under his arms was faintly visible and thick, and Sang Yu couldn't help but feel hot when he saw it.

It was the first time for her to look at a boy's hair at such a close distance. Although it was not a hair in a hidden place, it seemed that someone had said it.

Some people have the same hair in many places.

Sang Yu thought about it, and suddenly felt like a stinky hooligan coveting other people's bodies. This was the first time she had such a strange idea, and her cheeks felt slightly hot.

Duan Jiamu was washing and felt that the people behind were still not moving. He turned his head and saw Sang Yu staring at his back in a daze.

Sang Yu: "...?"

Sang Yu quickly came back to her senses, swallowed her saliva, patted Duan Jiamu on the back, and said in a low voice, "Stand still, otherwise how can I tie it?"

Duan Jiamu smiled, turned his back and stood up again, Sang Yu tightened his fingers, and then stretched his hands to both sides of Duan Jiamu's waist.

Duan Jiamu turned on the faucet at this time, bent over to wash the dishes, and her apron was also swinging forward. Sang Yu couldn't reach it, so she had to stand forward again, and then hooked the ropes on both sides. Holding the rope, it was only at this moment that I realized that I and Duan Jiamu seemed to be very close, and Sang Yu was basically all attached to Duan Jiamu's back.

But at this moment, if you look at the action from behind Sang Yu, it seems that Sang Yu is hugging Duan Jiamu's waist from behind. Sang Yu's back is sweating slightly, her hands froze again, and her face turns red.

Duan Jiamu also stopped suddenly.

Sang Yu was very close to him at this time, so close that he could clearly feel Sang Yu's back on his back.
Duan Jiamu's throat rolled several times.

Behind him was the woman he had admired for a long time. At this moment, the two of them were so close that even a saint could not control his desire.

Duan Jiamu lightly clenched his fingers into a fist, then turned around and reached out to grab Sang Yu's wrist.

(End of this chapter)