Male God’s Freestyle Flirting

"How are you?"

After finally explaining the ins and outs of the matter to the property uncle, Han Yu closed the door, turned around and saw Tang Xia sitting on the sofa in a daze, and asked worriedly.

The girl nodded lightly, but her eyes were not focused, "It's all right now." What she said was the truth. Although it was hard to calm down, the fear was indeed eliminated.

Han Yu went to the kitchen with ease, and found that there was not a drop of water in the kettle, so he took cold water and boiled it very naturally.

While waiting for the water to boil, the boy leaned on the transparent glass door in the kitchen to watch Tang Xia.

She curled up, her arms wrapped around her knees, and she became a small ball.

Five minutes later, a cup of steaming water was handed to Tang Xia.

"Nuan Nuan," Han Yu sat next to her, "The property has already recorded it. I left a phone number and they will notify you of any progress."

Tang Xia let out a "hmm", sighed for a long time, raised her eyes and looked at Han Yu gratefully, "Thank you, if it wasn't for you today, I...I really don't know what to do..."

The boy frowned, "Don't thank me."

"Thank you too," Tang Xia said earnestly, "Great kindness, I will never forget it."

"Okay," Han Yu twitched the corners of his lips, smiling slightly, "Since you're not feeling well, go lie down after drinking some water."

Tang Xia responded obediently, and suddenly felt that the boy was very good at taking care of others.

"Come." In a trance, a clean and slender hand stretched out.

She saw that Han Yu had stood up at some point, leaning slightly, as if to help herself.

By coincidence, Tang Xia put her hand on his palm.

That palm is warm and has a reassuring power.

Tang Xia remembered that the last time she gave herself to Han Yu with full trust was in the boys' dormitory of Xuenong Base.

"Are you still going back to school?"

After entering the bedroom, the girl realized belatedly that it was actually a bit embarrassing. After all, Han Yu is also a boy, no matter how close the relationship between the two is, there is still a difference.

So as soon as she entered the door, she stood still and thought of a topic to ask.

Han Yu understood Tang Xia's thoughts and stopped outside the door.

"I won't go back, I'll leave after you sleep."

"Oh..." Tang Xia's lips turned pale, and after the tense nerve in her head relaxed, the discomfort of her menstrual period began to haunt her again, "I won't call you whatever you want?"

"No need to say hello," Han Yu urged her, "Go to sleep."

He didn't treat himself as a guest, so why did he need her to greet him?

So Tang Xia really went to sleep with peace of mind, and didn't feel anything wrong at all.

Han Yu sat back on the sofa and looked at the time boredly. It was only three o'clock in the afternoon.

So the boy lay down leisurely, closed his eyes and took a nap.

After sleeping for about an hour, Han Yu woke up naturally. When he opened his eyes, he didn't realize where he was for a moment, and he didn't recall until he scanned the living room.

It's past four o'clock, and I'm a little hungry.

Han Yu raised his head and looked in the direction of Tang Xia's bedroom. After pondering for a while, he suddenly got up and went into the kitchen.

Then he stared at the gas stove for a while.

This thing... Doesn't seem to be the same as his family's?

Han Yu thought for a while, took out his phone and opened the search engine, and quickly typed a line with his fingers—

"How do I turn on the gas stove?"

He followed the steps shown on the webpage and tried to start the fire twice, but failed.

Han Yu was a little annoyed.

Is this website a scam?

He turned around and closed the kitchen door, afraid that the sound of his tossing here would disturb Tang Xia.

In the small space, the boy bent his back, which was always tall and straight, holding a mobile phone in one hand and turning the switch of the gas stove with the other.

"Ka—"

Finally, with a crisp sound, blue-green flames ignited.

Han Yu turned off the fire again, raised his head and took out a medium-sized pot from the closet, turned on the faucet and rinsed it carefully, filled it with a third of water, covered it and put it on the gas stove.

Then he re-fired very "experienced".

There are a lot of instant food in the refrigerator, Han Yu picks and chooses, and only picks a pack of noodles.

It is still the simplest Changchun noodles without any food.

The reason is that Han Yu is not very good at cooking. The only thing he can cook and can barely eat is noodles in clear soup.

He was afraid that the meat and vegetables would not be cooked well by himself, and Tang Xia would have diarrhea after eating them.

The water boiled very quickly, Han Yu estimated his and Tang Xia's appetite, and simply threw the whole bag of noodles into the boiling water.

The white noodles were instantly submerged in hot water and melted softly. The boy switched the gas stove to a low fire and freed his hand to look at his phone.

Because I heard the notification tone of the new message.

It's Qi Hui's message on QQ—

"Han Yu, I apologize to you very seriously, but I really don't blame me!"

The young man was stunned, and Monk Zhang Er couldn't figure it out, he snorted and said to himself: "I don't know why." He didn't reply, and only focused all his attention on his own pot of noodles.

A few minutes later, Qi Hui sent another message—

"You won't be really angry, will you? Don't, I was wrong, can't I be wrong?"

Han Yu frowned. Although his curiosity had never been strong, he still gave Qi Hui some face and replied lazily with two words - "What?"

As soon as he sent it, Qi Hui's call came in hurriedly.

Han Yu cut it off in a second.

Afraid of waking Tang Xia up.

Qi Hui on the opposite side of the phone struggled to "surrender himself" to Han Yu—

"Look at the forum..." His words seemed weak and guilty, which made Han Yu suddenly have a very bad premonition.

The forum is really not a good place for teenagers now.

But Han Yu still turned off the fire and logged into the forum calmly.

Then…

His eyes only saw the word "hemorrhoids".

"Your uncle..." Han Yu wanted to hold back, but he couldn't do it, so he was so angry that he swears.

He slammed the phone down, and there was a crisp sound of "bang" on the countertop. Han Yu didn't feel bad at all, if it was in his own home, he would have smashed things.

What squatting toilets, what hemorrhoids, has it become popular to black him now?

Han Yu's face was as black as ink, and there seemed to be huge waves rolling in his deep eyes.

But he held back desperately, took out two bowls and rinsed them vigorously, pinching his fingertips tightly.

Added some salt to the noodle soup, Han Yu tasted it first, and picked up the noodles when he felt that the noodles were neither salty nor bland.

Everything was ready, he took a deep breath, and forced himself not to care about Qi Hui for the time being, and went home tonight or went directly to school to teach him a lesson tomorrow. Then, the boy took out two bowls of noodles and put them on the dining table, set the chopsticks, and then walked lightly towards Tang Xia's bedroom.

"Duoduoduo—" After knocking three times, Han Yu tentatively called out, "Tang Xia? Are you awake?"

There was no response from the room.

Han Yu knocked on the door patiently and waited for two minutes.

Still no answer.

This is too sleepy...

Han Yu struggled for a moment, so he simply raised his hand and opened the door, while opening his eyes and said in a low voice—

"I knocked on the door before, it's not rude..."