Fallen by the Pillow: The Five Years of Being Occupied

When Zhuang Licheng came out of the shower, the smell of food was slowly overflowing from the kitchen. He brought Lin Jiyue back to the seaside villa where they lived before. Tonight, there were only him and Lin Jiyue.

He walked to the kitchen door without disturbing her, and watched silently.

Lin Jiyue was humming an unknown song, her whole body was soaked in a warm atmosphere, her pure and sweet face was set off with a slight smile under the faint light, warm and beautiful, her long hair was casually pulled up, revealing With her fair and slender neck, her hair swayed with her movements, it was incredibly soft and beautiful.

Zhuang Licheng began to fall into deep thought again, even though he was unwilling to do so, it was a pity that his heart took control of his thoughts.

Lin Jiyue was about to turn her head to wipe her hands with a cloth when she saw Zhuang Licheng standing by the door. After taking a bath, his hair was slightly damp and was hanging down casually. His tall figure in a white T-shirt and black casual trousers seemed even taller. , his brows were cold, and he stood there quietly as if he had been looking at her for a long time. Maybe the light was too soft, and even his eyes were no longer as cold as before, which made her palpitate.

Lin Jiyue's fair face became slightly hot, and she turned her head away uncomfortably, "It's already done, you can wait outside."

Zhuang Licheng had no intention of observing her, turned around and walked out.

Although Lin Jiyue wanted to cook some very homely dishes, but when they were placed on the table, they were surprisingly delicious. Three delicacies fried rice, braised eggplant, stewed radish, and seaweed soup were all neatly arranged, just like those in restaurants. the same.

The aroma of the stewed radish in the stainless steel pot was compelling and tempted the appetite, so Zhuang Licheng took a piece.

With an inexplicable expectation, at a certain moment Lin Jiyue's heart was hanging high, it was the mood of eagerly wanting to be appreciated, just like when I was a child when I handed over the perfect test paper to my father Same.

"Is it tasty?"

Zhuang Licheng's eyebrows frowned in a vague way, and he moved very slightly, "...No, it's not like this."

At this moment, Lin Jiyue only felt a bucket of icy cold water pouring down her head. The cold temperature froze the soft smile on her face, and her body became stiff.

The sixth sense that belongs to a woman made her sensitively perceive from Zhuang Licheng's gradually softening eyes that he just used the food he made to miss another person. Thinking of this, all the warmth that was full of heart just now dissipated .

She suddenly remembered the day when Zhuang Licheng lost his mind, Zhuang Tianyao blurted out that it was the anniversary of his brother's mother's death.

Could it be that Zhuang Licheng missed his mother through his own food?

Not knowing what it was like, Lin Jiyue stood up abruptly, and caught Zhuang Licheng's gaze.

"You eat first, I'll wash the pot first, otherwise it will be difficult to wash later." She tried her best to hold up a smile, rolled up her sleeves and walked to the kitchen.

Zhuang Licheng caught a sharp glimpse of the slender scar on her little arm after she rolled up her sleeves. Against the transparent white skin, it looked shocking, red and a little swollen.

"stop!"

Lin Jiyue was startled.

Zhuang Licheng strode in front of her, held her arm and raised it high. He was slightly startled when he touched her cold body temperature, and when he looked closer, the scar about fifteen centimeters long was even more shocking. People saw heart palpitations, which completely destroyed her innocence.

"How did you do it?" He frowned beautifully.