Captured by His Gentle Love

Chapter Three

In the end, Shen Zechen did not sleep for the entire night.

Lu Feng slept until the sun rose.

Later, Lu Feng opened his eyes when he heard the sounds of cooking coming from outside his room.

Looking at the empty ceiling, Lu Feng blinked his eyes.

A faint fragrance drifted in, Lu Feng's stomach growled in hunger, and then he helplessly crawled out of bed.

After climbing back up, Lu Feng felt that his head was in pain. He knocked his head and got off the bed.

The moment Lu Feng stepped out of the kitchen, he immediately saw Shen Zechen, who was currently cooking porridge. For some reason, he felt that this scene was rather pleasing to the eyes, and then, wearing slippers, he walked over to the dining table and sat down. He held his chin and stared at Shen Zechen's back.

"You're awake?"

Shen Zechen closed the lid, turned, and looked at Lu Feng, smiling faintly.

"Hmm, why are you up so early?"

Lu Feng lifted his head to look at the clock on the wall.

"I can't sleep."

Shen Zechen turned back and opened the microwave, putting the milk inside.

Actually, Shen Zechen had been provoked by Lu Feng for an entire night without sleep.

"Hmm? "What's wrong?"

Lu Feng blinked his eyes.

"Did you forget what happened last night?"

Shen Zechen asked as if nothing had happened.

"Ah, yesterday I seemed to be drunk …"

Lu Feng thought for a long time before finally thinking of something. After that, he rubbed the space between his brows in distress, "Alright, I broke another piece."

Hearing that, Shen Zechen's movements paused, he turned and looked at Lu Feng, frowning: "So, last night's matter …."

"Ding."

Shen Zechen had not finished speaking when the sound of the microwave ovens interrupted his words.

"What happened last night?"

Lu Feng tilted his head and looked at Shen Zechen.

Shen Zechen looked at the microwave oven, pursed his lips and smiled: "Nothing."

"What happened last night?"

Lu Feng was still pondering nonstop.

Shen Zechen walked to the front of the microwave to open it, put on a glove and took out the milk, poured it into a cup, took it out, walked towards Lu Feng, and finally placed it in front of Lu Feng, "Last night drinking so much alcohol, your head hurt, right? Have a cup of hot milk, and some porridge.

"Thank you."

Lu Feng laughed, then picked up the milk, wanting to drink it.

Shen Zechen immediately held down Lu Feng's hand that was holding the cup: "It's just warmed up, be careful."

"Oh, I almost forgot."

Lu Feng nodded.

Shen Zechen realized that the position of his hand was not exactly right, and immediately retracted it back. He sighed helplessly, "You really are a fish's memory."

"Fish?" "Are fish smarter than me?"

Lu Feng grinned, holding the cup with both hands, the hot air slowly rose, obscuring Lu Feng's smiling face.

"I'm much smarter than you. I'm just a bit lacking in memory."

Shen Zechen lowered his head and laughed, the corner of his mouth pressed into a line.

"Why do I feel like … Shen Zechen, are you trying to hurt me? "

Lu Feng pondered for a long time, but no matter what, he felt that Shen Zechen's words were very awkward, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

Shen Zechen smiled faintly, and did not reply, he turned and walked towards the kitchen.

Seeing that Shen Zechen did not answer, Lu Feng raised his eyebrows, lowered his head, blew on the milk, and that was enough. Just as Lu Feng was about to drink, he suddenly remembered something, and blinked his eyes, "Ah, I remembered!"

Shen Zechen stopped stirring the pot of porridge, his gaze focused slightly, and asked indifferently, "What did you remember?"

"Last night …"

Lu Feng rubbed his chin, frowned and thought for a long while before saying, "I seemed to dream of a very good-looking girl, and I even secretly kissed her … "Ugh …" "No, it seems to be two …"

As Lu Feng spoke, he did not notice that Shen Zechen's expression had become more and more unsightly. In the end, his expression had become completely gloomy as if it had frozen over.

When he was eating breakfast, for some reason, Lu Feng felt that the atmosphere had frozen up a little. Then, when the congee at the corner of his mouth came to a halt, Lu Feng was unable to eat it no matter what.

No matter how he looked at it, Shen Zechen seemed to be in a bad mood.

However, when he woke up, did Shen Zechen look like anything wrong?

Staring at Shen Zechen, Lu Feng felt even weirder the more he thought about it.

"Why are you looking at me?"

At this time, Shen Zechen said coldly without even raising his head.

"I'm fine."

Lu Feng suddenly had a feeling that he was doing something bad and was caught. He immediately lowered his head, picked up the bowl, stirred the congee in the bowl, scooped up a spoonful of soup, and put it in his mouth. After taking two bites, Lu Feng suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Lu Feng's heart was somewhat at a loss.

Seeing that Shen Zechen did not have any reaction, Lu Feng, who was just sitting there enjoying his own life, felt too embarrassed to say anything. In the end, he forcefully swallowed the salty porridge.

Lu Feng could not help but be curious in his heart, how was Shen Zechen today? Ignoring the fact that he had lost his standard today, how could Shen Zechen not taste how salty it was?

After Lu Feng swallowed down a mouthful of porridge, he was unable to swallow a second mouthful.

"Why?"

Shen Zechen raised his head, looked at Lu Feng and said.

"Nothing, nothing, nothing …"

Lu Feng anxiously stuffed a few mouthfuls of porridge into his mouth. He really couldn't swallow it down, Lu Feng felt like crying but had no tears.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]