Over half an hour later, Qiao Mo ca out of the bathroom wearing a set of comfortable ho clothes.
Unexpectedly, he was waiting right by the door. Before she could say a word, he wrapped a towel around her head, gave it a gentle rub, and said in a warm voice, "I’ll make noodles for you after you finish."
"Oh... oh." Qiao Mo stared at him blankly.
He gave her cheek a light kiss, turned around, and entered the bathroom himself: "Pass my underwear."
"Oh... okay."
Qiao Mo’s cheeks turned a bit red. She dug out the pair he last wore from the cupboard and handed it to him through the bathroom door.
Her hand was stretched out for a while, but no one took it: "Fu Nancheng... here you go."
Qiao Mo’s small hand wavered up and down, looking extrely pale.
Fu Nancheng took it, but he also held onto her hand, refusing to let go.
"What... what are you doing?" Qiao Mo clung to the door, really afraid of accidentally falling inside. After all, her little rented ho wasn’t as sturdy as Nanshan Villa.
He still held her hand tightly, now with many water droplets on his large hand.
"Let go of ..."
"My arm is tired... stop ssing around..."
Hearing her, he kissed her little hand on the lips briefly, then let go, in a rather good mood.
Qiao Mo quickly retracted her hand, her face burning, blushing fiercely. She hurried towards the kitchen: "Seriously..."
She opened the fridge, planning to make sothing to eat. But awkwardly realized she’d been too busy and hadn’t stocked up on any food. The only food available was the noodles in the fridge...
Would having noodles every ti be a bad idea?
Qiao Mo felt a bit conflicted and thought about it. It seed that every ti she cooked for him, she made noodles. She wasn’t sure if he liked it.
Checking the ti, it was already nearly ten o’clock.
Never mind, noodles it is... Eating too much this late wouldn’t be easy to digest...
After Fu Nancheng ca out, he saw her in an apron busy in the kitchen. He leaned against the door and asked warmly, "What are you making?"
"Noodles." Qiao Mo glanced back, but was dazzled by him.
He stood bare-chested, his perfect abs were all there, hair still dripping with water, paired with his faint smile, indescribably sexy...
She quickly turned her gaze away, not daring to look further.
"What are you making with the noodles?" Fu Nancheng took a few steps forward, hugging her from behind, speaking softly next to her ear.
Her cheeks reddened, subconsciously replying, "For you to eat."
A hint of amusent flashed across his eyes, but he feigned misunderstanding: "What?"
Qiao Mo glared at him: "I said I’m making noodles for you... you haven’t eaten either..."
He curled his lips, gently biting her earlobe and whispered, "Really, for ?"
"Yeah... for you. Eat up and leave quickly." Qiao Mo was already planning to send him off, not having the heart to let him go hungry.
"Ah! What are you doing?" Just as Qiao Mo was about to check if the egg in the noodles was cooked, she was suddenly lifted off the ground, scaring her out of her wits.
The next mont, she was placed on the kitchen table, bottles and jars tumbling all over.
"Fu Nancheng! You promised not to touch ..." Qiao Mo’s heart tightened, her mind in chaos.
He propped himself up with hands on either side of the table, slightly lifting his body to et her eyes, slowly saying, "You said you’d make noodles... for to eat..."
"Wha... what?" Qiao Mo instinctively asked, but upon eting his gaze, finally understood his aning!
Her small face instantly turned crimson and hot, like burning coal: "I... I didn’t an that!"
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