Heartburn

After she agreed, she didn't say much, took out a new quilt from the cupboard and spread it next to me, then silently walked to the screen that separated the inner room into two separate spaces and washed it.

Under the dim candle light, her hazy silhouette was cast on the paper-white screen, unexpectedly dragging me into a bizarre fantasy world-I couldn't help closing my eyes, and all my senses were focused on hearing : Those very subtle noises were amplified infinitely, and then switched to slow motion. Even in the darkness, her smiles were vividly outlined.

With the transition of the sound, the scene of her slowly pulling down the skirt of her clothes and wiping her body with clean water gradually emerged.

The wringed cloth towel moved all the way down from the delicate neck, spinning around the two straight sculpted collarbones, and then traversed the middle peak, heading towards the flat abdomen and even deeper... I can’t think about it anymore. Up!

I woke up suddenly in the more and more fragrant reverie, shook my head, glanced guiltily at the screen reflecting the phantom, that slender figure still exuded the ultimate temptation... but I did not dare to look again. Busy straightened his mind and tried to turn his attention away.

I pulled the quilt she bought for me to cover my head. In the sultry darkness, my breathing was not so smooth, most of my sanity and composure were restored, and my mind was pulled back to the normal direction as I wished.

——It stands to reason that Jiang Zhuo and I entered the valley together. Why is the house she lives in so much better than my remote courtyard?

If it is said that Wei Shu is at odds with the old Kuang Xihan, why do you look at my guard Jiang Zhuo differently?

In addition, Jiang Zhuo’s familiarity with this room is also a detail that taught me that I can’t ignore it: she knows everything in this room well, as if she has lived for a long time...Of course, it may also be in me. In the past few days in a coma, she has long been accustomed to the furnishings of this room.

I want to understand this, but I teach my previous doubts even more difficult to understand—couldn't it be that the surnamed Wei is attracted to Jiang Zhuo?

As soon as this thought came out, I couldn't help but lift the quilt, and breathe in the fresh air-the suffocation and the suffocation in my heart at that moment taught me that I did not want to believe in this possibility, but I had to pay attention to it. .

Jiang Zhuo is so good, it's normal to be admired by others, and she is not my private property, so why should I not allow others to like her?

I'm just crazy jealous and scared... I'm afraid she won't like me; I'm even more afraid that she will like others before I work hard enough to win her heart.

After all, what I have to admit is that compared with that of Wei Shu, I have the identity of King Ling, other than that, I don't have any advantage.

"What are you thinking about?" The thoughts about gains and losses were interrupted. I turned my head in a daze, but saw a scene that taught me blood pressure - she was wearing the belt of her middle coat while walking towards the bed, loose The neckline can't hide the white and greasy skin, and the two straight and slender legs are hidden behind the knee-length hem, looming, always arousing my sight.

She probably didn’t know how attractive she was to me, and she didn’t know that my proud self-sustainment would become so vulnerable in front of her-but I knew that if I took another look, I'm afraid that there will be some rude actions that will push the relationship between us back to a colder level; that kind of irreparable mistake is the bottom line I never want to commit.

He hurriedly looked away, rolled himself to the side of the bed, lying next to the wall, forced his eyes to stare at the curtain on the top of the bed, pretending to observe the pattern carefully, not even daring to look at the pattern. past.

"Go to sleep." I couldn't see her expression clearly, but she seemed to hear her lightly sigh. Before I could understand whether the sigh was real, she had already extinguished the last candle.

The whole room was suddenly plunged into darkness, and I finally breathed a sigh of relief, and turned my face to the side with courage, and looked carefully in her direction.

Her sleeping posture is very regular, like a javelin that has been honed. Through the faint moonlight, I could only see her vague outline, and her eyelashes trembling with the long breath.

I tried my best to stabilize my breathing, waited quietly, time slipped away bit by bit, her breathing became more and more safe; I carefully moved in her direction, and then watched her movement-no reaction, breathing Still, there is not the slightest disorder, it can be seen that he is asleep.

After making sure that she was asleep again and again, I finally dared to hold up my head, look down at her side face slightly, and look at her unscrupulously-Jiang Zhuo who is asleep is different from what she usually does, and his deep eyes temporarily hide his sharp edge. , Replaced by a childish, soft and elegant face, the lip line stretched out, like a gentle curve, and it taught me to stretch out my hand to touch...

In the end, before my fingertips touched it, my reason stifled the sensibility in time. I just hung in the middle, drawing her face from forehead to chin along the way. Most martial arts practitioners sleep lightly, I'm not sure. Won't wake her up.

--I like you.

My hands were trumpet-shaped, and I lip-shaped to her ears. Every word used up all my strength, but every syllable fell silently into the darkness without showing a trace.

I want to teach her to know, but I am afraid that she knows.

That's fine, that's fine.

Compared to the luxury of even looking at her up close before, I have gotten too much now...that would be great.

Rubbing my sore eyes, I turned to face the wall and fell asleep.

After that, it seemed to have a sweet dream. I dreamed that Jiang Zhuo took me in his arms, kissed my temples lightly, and coaxed me to sleep with a soft voice; the dream was so real, I felt as if I really felt the back ironing The Wenxiang Nephrite.

Sweet dreams, teach me to sleep soundly until the daylight is bright and then suddenly wake up.

Before opening his eyes, he touched his side subconsciously, the empty bed was already cold.

The soft bed made me affirm that the previous dreams were not illusory: I really slept on Jiang Zhuo's bed and slept with her for the night-looking at the sky, she should have gone to morning exercise.

It's so hard to leave early and return late, so there must be no time for breakfast-why don't I go make some food for her?

Isn’t there a saying that if you want to grab a person’s heart, you must first grab a person’s stomach?

I am confident that my cooking skills are still good... I just do it as I want, and I make up my bed at will, get dressed quickly, wash up, and go out.

At first, I was worried about the ubiquitous formation in the valley, but it was unimpeded along the way. I could hear the crisp birdsong in my ears, full of vitality, and there was no half of the crisis.

I relieved my heart and quickened my pace, and it didn't take long to find the cafeteria.

There were a few male disciples who were using breakfast. Seeing me walking in, the people who had been laughing and chatting immediately stopped talking, and bowed their heads in silence, as if they had seen some scourge— -When I first became Kuang Xihan, I was also avoided like a snake and scorpion. After so many days, I was about to forget the loneliness and sorrow.

I laughed ridiculously. I ignored the male disciples and walked into the kitchen to look for the ingredients I needed.

The two cooks and the helpers retreated to a corner anxiously when they saw me entering, leaving the entire back kitchen space for me to play, but it saved me a lot of time-I had deliberately asked them, but in Dismissed the idea when he touched the taboo in their eyes.

Uncovering the steamer, it is a steaming steamed bun with white flour; the steamed buns can be full, but it is too monotonous. It is better to make some new and appetizing snacks and change her taste.

After thinking about it, I took two fresh eggs from the basket by the stove, smashed them and added some water, added some seasonings such as salt, sugar, soy sauce, and covered them tightly with another bowl. Put it in a steamer and heat it for a while; count the pulses on your wrist, and after about two hundred times, remove the lid-the egg liquid has begun to condense, but it's still a little bit worse.

Seeing that there were chopped green onions on the table, I grabbed a handful and sprinkled it in, dripped a few drops of sesame oil, and continued to heat it in the steamer; I guessed it was almost done, so I quickly lifted the lid and took out the bowl-not in a hurry Carefully burned to the fingertips, but fortunately resisted the severe pain, waited until the bowl was firmly placed on the stove before withdrawing his hand, saving the bowl of custard from the fate of breaking.

From the perspective of appearance, although this bowl of custard is not as good as the chef's craftsmanship, it is definitely a great temptation for people who have just had an empty stomach during exercise.

Nodding satisfied, I found a tray and returned to the yard where Jiang Zhuo lived with custard and steamed buns.

When I went out in the morning, I didn’t care about it. Now I found out: she lives in a yard alone like me, but the specifications are very different. Compared with my remote little broken yard, it is like the inner ring and the outer ring. The difference in the ring.

——Damn Wei Shu.

I shook my head helplessly. I was sitting at the Eight Immortals table in the outer room, holding my chin and waiting for Jiang Zhuo to come back; I was so hungry that I screamed, so I had to press it with my hands, not looking at the steaming buns and the fragrance. The tempting custard stared at the closed courtyard door eagerly.

I don’t know how long it took. The steamed buns no longer steamed, and the custard had a faint fragrance. I was dizzy from hunger, and I couldn’t help but want to eat some pads first. When I was hungry, I heard the courtyard door squeak. , Finally looking forward to her figure.

"Jane Xin?" She looked at me in surprise, glanced at the food on the table, and paused, her eyes more puzzled, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm waiting for you to have breakfast together!" Isn't this obvious-glanced at her with a slight complaint, rubbed her almost hungry belly, I got up and pulled her to the table to sit down, Passed the spoon to her, pointed to the bowl of custard, and urged nonchalantly, "Are you hungry? Eat it while it's hot."

"Okay." She curled her lips, as if she was in a good mood. Under my expectant gaze, she picked up the bowl of custard and scooped a spoonful to her lips-my heart hung up, but I saw She was about to send the entrance to the entrance suddenly stopped, turned her face to look at me steadily, and asked softly, "This is... you did it?"

"...Hmm." I was a little excited, but more shy. I responded in a low voice and reached out to take the steamed buns in the plate, biting with mouthfuls, pretending to be careless, but my ears were quietly erected. Yu Guang also watched her reaction nervously, for fear that she would frown.

"It's delicious." She took a bite of the custard, then smiled at me, then turned to continue to eat the second bite, the third bite... I watched her eat the whole bowl of custard in no time. Erjing, my heart is more satisfied than I have eaten ten bowls.

"When did your Royal Highness learn to cook this food?" When I was so happy that I couldn't find Bei while chewing the buns, I suddenly heard her ask casually.

"Huh?" I was choked on a piece of steamed buns in my throat, but I couldn't take care of it, and I was rushing to look at her-looking straight at me with the faint eyes, looking carefully, as if there was a flash of amber. It is extremely beautiful, but also extremely cold, and the heart that taught me is like being covered by ice and snow, forgetting how to beat.

——She is suspicious of me.