I'm going to raise my head again today

Chapter 448 The Lonely Boy Loves Me 25
"Come on." Luo Lan waved his hand, "I'll make up my own mind."

The system escaped.

Luo Lan finished washing and went downstairs.

While cooking porridge, I sat on the sofa, turned on my phone, and ordered a durian cake.

Then I dialed a number on it and said that I would send a box of blueberry yogurt.

After finishing this, Luo Lan went to the kitchen to make lean meat porridge.

Lean meat porridge is not entirely rice, half of it is digestible millet.

She often cooks this kind of porridge in the real world.

It tastes delicious and tastes very good.

Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang.

It should be takeaway.

Luo Lan put down the spoon in his hand, walked out of the kitchen, and walked towards the door.

When I opened the door, it turned out that there was a takeaway person outside.

Luo Lan reached out to take it, signed the booklet handed over by the delivery man, and closed the door.

As soon as he turned around, his gaze inadvertently collided with the boy on the stairs.

The boy had just woken up, his soft and pitch-black hair was raised slightly, under his exquisite eyebrows, a pair of beautiful eyes were as clear as water, and the light and shadow from outside the window made the boy's lips red, his teeth white, and his skin white as snow.

He walked down the stairs step by step with graceful steps.

Her slender and tall body was wrapped in a clean white shirt, giving her an air of tranquility like snow.

The cuffs are neat and tidy, and the top button is not buttoned. The clavicle hidden behind the collar has smooth and graceful lines, so delicate and beautiful that it is amazing.

"What did you take?" The boy stepped downstairs, his eyes fell on her hand.

"Come here, I'll tell you." Luo Lan raised her hand, deliberately showing a slightly mysterious smile.

The girl's smiling face is bright, as if the morning sun can shine into the depths of people's hearts.

Even the dirtiest and darkest corners can be covered by sunlight.

So dazzling and full of power.

It was as if all the sunshine in this world had gathered on her body, it was so warm, brilliant, and dazzling that people couldn't help but want to get closer.

Because only in this way can it be possible to warm yourself, and only in this way can you dispel the cold, cold, damp, and dark part of your heart.

The young man's face was slightly suffocated, and he turned his face away gently: "I'm not interested."

"Let's make breakfast." The boy sat down on the sofa, picked up a book next to him, and flipped through it.

"I'm already making it." Luo Lan smiled, "It will be eaten soon."

The girl comforted him like this.

This made Zhuang Han pause slightly with his slender and clean fingers caressing on the page, his long and curled eyelashes trembled slightly, his eyelids lifted slightly, and those beautiful eyes moved half a fraction away from the page.

The bright red lips are slightly parted, and the voice is clear, like pearls falling on a plate: "What did you cook?"

Zhuang Han found that what the girl said calmly contained a strong softness and cuteness in it.

The soft and waxy voice is specially carrying the slender but delicate emotion of a southern girl.

This made him feel throbbing in his heart, and the speed of turning the pages of the book became faster unconsciously.

Luo Lan didn't notice this kind of cover-up that was so calm and flawless.

"Lean meat porridge." Luo Lan smiled and replied proudly, "However, I guess you won't like it, so..."

"Who said I don't like it?" The boy raised his eyes lightly, and his slender eyelashes also lifted up, "You cook... it should be different?"

When he said the last sentence, the young man's voice was low and soft, like a whisper, or like a babble, and after he said it, he was blown by the breeze and dispersed.

It didn't reach Luolan's ear at all.

(End of this chapter)