I'm making soy sauce in the world of famous detectives

Chapter 1013 The little sorrow who was robbed of his lines
Love letters, letters between men and women to express their hearts.

Express your love for your sweetheart in words.

It is okay to write a general "I love you" text throughout.

But it fell short.

If I write out the story between the two, and describe my inner feelings at that time, and polish it with this, it will be more touching.

This side is superior.

Xiao Ai, who has never written a love letter, originally wanted to learn from other people's way of writing love letters and use some more subtle words to express.

For example:
"The bright moon adorns your window, and you adorn my dream."

But the whole article is a bit monotonous with similar content.

It wasn't until Guangyou helped her dry her hair that she thought:
How about she write the story of the two of them?

Maybe that would be better.

Things like love letters do not require systematic study, nor do they need to be supported by gorgeous writing, nor do they need to have stories that move the world.

Poor writing doesn't necessarily mean that you can't write a love letter that touches people's hearts.

vice versa.

A good writing style does not necessarily mean that the written love letter will definitely impress others.

At first glance, the love letter piled up with rhetoric is very bluffing.

When others see it, they will sigh:

"This love letter looks amazing."

But if you take a closer look, you will find that the content inside is a bit empty.

It is better to write a story with concise and clean writing.

As long as you express your inner feelings, it is a successful love letter.

After all, not everyone's life is the same as that of film and television dramas, or around Conan, where people die and encounter accidents every now and then.

After making a decision, Xiao Ai thought to herself:
"After you go back, try to write a letter."

"love letter."

"It's really special enough."

The two have been together for so long and have given each other a lot of gifts, but love letters
This is the first time I turn over the calendar on the first day of the Lunar New Year.

The warm wind blows on her snow-white neck through the gap between the hair.

Her heart seemed to be warmed by the warm wind.

It is always difficult to guess the girl's mind, and Guangyou is completely unaware of it at this time.

In his eyes, helping his girlfriend to blow-dry her hair is a very normal thing.

Besides, he had said it before.

He still remembers that sentence very clearly:

"I want to blow your hair for the rest of your life."

Similarly, he also remembers Xiao Ai's response very clearly.

I just remember that she said in a gentle tone at that time:
"Okay."

Blowing hair is just a trivial matter, and Guangyou will not make every trivial matter so sensational.

He just saw that Xiao Ai's hair was not dry yet, and it was getting late.

So, he went to get a hair dryer and helped her blow down her hair.

How could this girl think so much in her heart.

But even if he knew, he wouldn't say much.

Unaware of this, he was still talking about Xiao Ai:

"You girl, you don't even dry your hair."

"It's getting late now, go to bed early later."

"It's just that your hair is not dry yet, how can you sleep?"

Hearing these reprimanding words, Xiao Ai actually smiled.

She glanced at Guangyou beside her from the corner of her eye, her tone was calm, but the words she said were full of sweetness:
"fine."

"You'll take care of me."

These words made Guangyou feel the same way.

But there is something dangerous about this thinking.

It's not that he doesn't want to take care of it, but who wants to make his girlfriend sick?
But for Xiao Ai, Guangyou couldn't get angry.

He said helplessly to Xiao Ai:

"My eldest lady, yes, if you are sick, I will definitely take care of you."

"But how can I be willing to make you sick?"

"If you are really sick, you are not the only one who suffers."

The implication is that he will also be uncomfortable.

Xiao Ai naturally understood this simple meaning.

The corners of her lips became more pronounced.

When she spoke, she usually had a cold tone, but at this moment she became gentle:

"Sickness, who can say clearly."

"The virus won't make an appointment with you."

The implication of her sentence is not as obvious as that of Guangyou:

"I'll try my best, but you have to take care of me too."

This is Guangyou's understanding, whether it is correct or not, he is not very clear.

"I watched TV before and said that the flu has been frequent recently, and it is easy to catch a cold."

"You should pay more attention at ordinary times."

"I'll be there to urge you."

"Understood." Xiao Ai replied with a smile on the corner of her mouth, and she also cared about Guangyou by the way:
"You have to pay attention to yourself."

"Otherwise I wouldn't take the time to take care of you."

"Otherwise I wouldn't take the time to take care of you."

It wasn't that she said it twice, but that she and Guangyou said it at the same time.

Guangyou understands this girl's arrogant personality.

And this is not the first time Xiao Ai said this.

This is how she cares too.

If he is really sick, Xiao Ai will still take care of him.

What I said just now is just saying.

After Guangyou uttered her lines, Xiao Ai's fair cheeks showed a touch of pink.

She pursed her cherry lips and said in a normal tone:

"As long as you know."

"Anyway, you pay attention."

"I still have to develop an antidote, but I don't have time to take care of you."

"understood."

Responding with a smile, Guangyou touched Xiao Ai's hair with his hand.

Feeling that it was almost dry, he turned off the hair dryer, unplugged the power supply, rolled up the power cord, and put it aside.

As soon as he sat on the sofa, he saw the glass of milk that Xiao Ai hadn't touched.

He looked at Xiao Ai and asked:
"Xiao Ai, do you want me to warm up the milk for you?"

After Guangyou's reminder, Xiao Ai remembered the glass of milk.

She took a sip from her cup and said:
"no need."

"It's still hot."

"Okay." Guangyou didn't insist, and nodded.

He clasped his hands tightly, put his elbows on his knees, bent his body, and quietly looked at Xiao Ai who was sipping milk.

Seeing his appearance, Xiao Ai handed the cup forward, raised her eyebrows, and asked:

"You want to drink?"

Of course she was joking.

However, she also anticipated Guangyou's next reaction.

Under her gaze, Guangyou moved his face closer, but didn't make another move.

The eyes of the two met on the top of the cup.

In the past, she would have given all of this glass of milk to Guangyou.

And now.
Looking at Guangyou with calm eyes, Xiao Ai also pulled Guangyou's hand with a normal face.

Then, she asked Guangyou to hold the glass of milk.

Looking at the glass of milk, Guangyou pretended to be disappointed and sighed:

"I thought you'd feed me."

Faced with such straightforward words, Xiao Ai also said quite straightforwardly:
"You're not without hands."

"alright."

It seems to have accepted this fact.

After sighing again, Guangyou drank all the milk in the glass in one gulp.

After putting the cup on the table, he resumed his previous posture:

Clasp hands together, elbows on knees, hunched over.

But compared to before, he frowned slightly at this time, as if he had something on his mind.

Seeing Guangyou's appearance, Xiao Ai didn't think too much, and asked:
"what happened?"

"It's okay." Guangyou shook his head, saying it was okay, but he sighed.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like it's okay.

She didn't know how to ask before, but when she thought about giving all the milk to Guangyou just now, she felt that it might have something to do with it.

Looking at Guangyou who had "worries on his mind", Xiao Ai moved a little closer and asked:
"It's not because of what happened just now, is it?"

Not hiding anything, Guangyou nodded and confessed:
"It's a pity."

Knowing that Guangyou is pretending, but facing this boy who is very special to her, Xiao Ai still softens her heart.

She pursed her lower lip and said:

"What a pity?"

"Next time."

(End of this chapter)