Lin Yixun always felt two pairs of eyes staring at her from behind, making her feel like she was on pins and needles. She couldn’t understand why Ouyang Hao would suddenly call her here in the middle of the night. Could it really be just to clean?
She felt uneasy and even a bit anxious. This uneasiness lasted for three hours, until she had cleaned the entire house spotlessly.
When she put the things back into the storage room and ca out, Ouyang Hao was already asleep on the couch. She walked to him slowly and hesitated for a mont before ultimately reaching out and shaking his arm vigorously.
Ouyang Hao was sleeping soundly and had no intention of waking up. He turned over and fell back asleep. Lin Yixun’s fingers were awkwardly stuck in mid-air. She pressed her lips together and thought for a mont before eventually giving up.
If she woke up this young master now, he would definitely curse her out. Then, there would be no way to have a proper conversation about the guitar.
When Ouyang Hao woke up the next morning, he was surprised to find that he had slept on the couch all night. He rubbed his stiff neck forcefully and was shocked to discover a blanket had been draped over him.
He paused for a mont and then snorted coldly. That blockhead actually had so sense. He glanced around the living room but didn’t see Lin Yixun. However, he could faintly sll sothing fragrant coming from the kitchen. Shortly after, he saw Lin Yixun carrying a plate of steak out of the kitchen.
Ouyang Hao raised an eyebrow suspiciously. Was this for him? If it wasn’t, he’d certainly give her a piece of his mind!
But Lin Yixun didn’t give him the chance to get angry. She gently placed the plate on the dining table, looked at him nervously, and said, "Mr. Ouyang, I’ve prepared a steak for you, would you like to try it?"
Ouyang Hao curled his lips but maintained a haughty expression. "You can make steak? Hopefully, it’s not worse than pig food."
Lin Yixun pressed her lips together, remained silent for a mont, and then said softly, "I’ve made steak a few tis before; it should be edible."
Ouyang Hao snorted lightly, walked over to the dining table, and cut off a piece with a knife, chewing it forcefully. The taste was actually good, though it still couldn’t compare to a chef’s expertise.
He looked up at Lin Yixun, "You only prepared one serving?"
Lin Yixun nodded.
Ouyang Hao put down his knife and fork, his expression sour. "You didn’t prepare this for yourself, did you? Seeing that I woke up, you were too embarrassed to eat it, so you lied and said it was for ."
"No, it’s not like that." Lin Yixun quickly shook her head and explained, "I... I usually don’t eat breakfast."
Upon hearing this, Ouyang Hao’s expression softened slightly. He glanced at Lin Yixun and looked her up and down for a mont before lazily saying, "No wonder you’re as thin as an African refugee."
Lin Yixun bit her lip, "Actually, I wasn’t this thin before."
"Oh?" Ouyang Hao raised his eyebrows and said sarcastically, "Well, if you often engage in strenuous activity, it’s naturally hard to gain weight."
Lin Yixun’s face turned pale. She could naturally hear the insinuation in his words. She tried her best to control herself, but even so, her eyes still stung painfully. She had no way to refute Ouyang Hao and could only bow her head low to avoid showing her vulnerability.
As soon as the words left his mouth, Ouyang Hao regretted them. However, like water spilled on the ground, he couldn’t take them back.
Thus, the entire room fell into a suffocating silence.
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