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Chapter 32 You like it, so I leave it to you

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    Youran tiptoedly opened the door, and the dim night light was turned on in the living room. The dim yellow light shone on the sofa, and one could vaguely see a figure curled up on it, looking very pitiful.

    Youran is very strange, how could she think of the word "delicate and pitiful", isn't it used to describe a fragile beauty?  The appearance of this 1.85 meter tall man, wrapped in a thin quilt and curled up on the sofa, really makes people feel inexplicably distressed.

    Leisurely walked over by accident, and squatted in front of He Mozhe.  The dim light obscured the sharpness in his eyebrows and eyes, and the long eyelashes, like a small fan, covered the tightly closed eyes, showing beautiful lines.  Due to the dryness of the air conditioner, his tightly pursed lips were slightly shedding, and his frowning brows betrayed a trace of tension and uneasiness in his heart.

    Youran suddenly wants to reach out and gently smooth his frowning eyebrows. His appearance is mature and elegant, but his heart is still pure and stubborn like a child.  You Ran didn't know what was going on, but when facing this little brother, she couldn't bear to be hard-hearted, and every time she made a decision, she ended up in a compromise.

    "Aren't you hungry? You can't get enough just looking at me." He Mozhe suddenly smiled, his clear eyes shining brightly in the night.

    "Ah!" Youran was frightened by him again and sat on the ground, her face suddenly burning.  Fortunately, the lights were not on, otherwise I would have been invisible to others with my stupid appearance.

    Youran stood up pretending to be calm, and patted her buttocks: "Well. I just want to see if you're cold. Do you need another quilt?" After speaking, she quickly turned and walked into the kitchen, never daring to come out again.

    "It's okay to be cold, but I'm very hungry. In order to rush to your dance, I didn't even eat dinner." He Mozhe had already stood behind Youran at some point.  The kitchen is not big, and two people entered one after the other, occupying the limited space.

    Leisurely heard Mo Zhe's breathing right next to her ear, but she didn't dare to look back.  Damn it, calm down, Zhuo Youran, you are not a sixteen or seventeen year old girl, what kind of girl Huaichun are you?  He is just a brat, don't lose his status in front of the younger generation.

    Zhuo Youran cheered himself up in his heart while removing the plastic paper from the Happy Cup.  But the more this happened, the more nervous I felt. After five minutes of unpacking, I still didn't unpack a cup of instant noodles.

    "Let me come. Look at your clumsy appearance." He Mozhe snatched the Happy Cup from Youran's hand and began to operate it skillfully.  Inadvertently, the fingers of the two touched again, leisurely heard that her heartbeat missed a beat, slapped, like the sound of a flower bud blooming.

    Youran quickly backed out, sat on the sofa, gasping for breath, calmly waiting for He Mozhe's supper.  His thin quilt was still piled on the sofa, and the warm smell subconsciously penetrated into Youran's nostrils. The smell carried the fragrance of body temperature, and the fresh grass fragrance mixed with the unique masculine breath made people more and more disturbed.

    He Mozhe carried a plate, and Shi Shiran walked into the living room.  Leisurely smelled the smell of food coming towards her face, food sex is also good, what the ancients said is absolutely true.  On an empty stomach, even the best beauty is not as attractive as a cup of instant noodles.

    One moment he was full of enthusiasm and couldn't help himself, but at the next moment, under the aroma of instant noodles, he returned to his true nature of gluttony.  On the plate, one box is Youran's favorite seafood noodles, and the other box is dispensable five-spice beef noodles.  You Ran is a bit troubled, logically this is her territory, so He Mozhe should pick it first, but what if he picks his seafood noodles away?  Food and style, can have both?

    He Mozhe saw Youran's embarrassment, so he was not polite, picked up the five-spice beef noodles and ate it.  This time, it was exactly what You Ran wanted, and she ate up a box of seafood noodles hula la leisurely and contentedly.

    The stomach is full, and leisurely mood also improves.  "Do you like five-spice beef flavor?" You Ran raised her head from the cup noodles, remembering that there was someone beside her.

    "No, I like seafood noodles." He Mozhe took a tissue and wiped the corners of his mouth very gracefully.

    Leisurely froze for a moment: "Then why did you choose the five-spice beef noodles?"

    "Because you like seafood, so I'll save the last bowl of seafood noodles for you." He Mozhe was probably full too. He leaned back, his mouth curved into a smile, his eyes filled with  The radiance of pampering.

    Leisurely holding the eaten up carton, lost her mind for a moment.

    "Because you like seafood, I will save the last bowl of seafood noodles for you to eat." A simple sentence brought back a flood of memories.

    I remember when I graduated from Lin Ze University, and my salary was not high. The two lived in a rented apartment. Every time I worked overtime until late at night, I always liked to make instant noodleseat.  In fact, both Youran and Lin Ze like seafood noodles, but every time at the end, there will always be one person who makes a concession.  That person was not Lin Ze, but Youran.

    Leisurely clearly remembers that when she finished making steaming instant noodles and brought them to the low coffee table, she would always pick up the non-seafood bowl first, and leave the remaining bowl of seafood noodles to Lin Ze.

    Lin Ze also asked You Ran the same question: "Don't you like seafood noodles?"

    And Youran's answer is almost exactly the same as what Mo Zhe said tonight: "Because you like seafood, so I will save the last bowl of seafood noodles for you to eat."

    The same scene, the same two bowls of different instant noodles.  But one is to pay, and the other is to gain.  I used to give all my heart, but I didn't get the sweet fruit I planned.  But tonight, a stranger who almost met by chance will willingly give up his beloved seafood noodles for himself.

    A bowl of seafood noodles costs less than three yuan, but Youran understands the friendship in it.  One is giving and the other is receiving grace.  Although there is a lingering fragrance in the hands of roses with others, there is no woman in the world who does not want to be held in the palm of her lover and loved, even if there is only a mouthful of seafood noodles left in the end, someone will pamper and keep it for herself.

    A line of clear tears slipped from the eyes and dripped into the empty noodle box.  The leisurely tears are not for the lost love, but for the young self.  Since breaking up with Lin Ze, no matter how painful or unwilling, Youran has never shed a tear in front of others, but tonight, for some reason, in front of this almost stranger He Mozhe, she cried out of control.

    He Mozhe looked at Youran's loss of composure for a moment, and didn't ask a word.  He sat there quietly, his eyes full of heartache love.  When Youran finally finished crying, He Mozhe gently handed over a tissue (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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