Drifting Towards You

Gu Xiangsi was awakened by the sound of firecrackers.

When I woke up, the person beside me was gone.

She lowered her eyes to find a piece of clean clothes, took a shower in the bathroom, and glanced at the phone when she came out.

Last night was New Year's Eve, and today is New Year's Day.

There are many new year greetings and blessing messages, most of which are lively and auspicious words.

She didn't have any thoughts, so she learned how to copy a New Year greeting message and send it out.

When I walked out of the bedroom, I discovered that there were a lot of red blessing characters and beautiful window grilles on the windows of the house. The fat doll on the New Year picture was so cute that he hugged the koi.

The kitchen door was closed tightly, and the heat inside could be felt through the door, enveloping the glass.

Gu Xiangsi walked forward softly and gently pushed the door open a gap.

The pot was burning on the stove, and the light blue flame was beating.

He was wearing a white shirt and slacks standing in front of the desk, wrapping dumplings, his cuffs were rolled up, revealing his snow-white wrists, and the two dark red marks on it were as shocking as ever.

A lot of round and lovely dumplings are neatly placed on the cutting board, with a big belly, like a grinning face, inexplicably warm.

Gu Xiangsi retracted his gaze, closed the door, and planned to wash and clean up.

But when I walked to the living room, I saw that the clothes he took off last night had been washed by him, hung on the balcony, bathed in sunlight.

Gu Xiangsi turned around, feeling a little idle.

Simply sitting on the sofa and watching the replay of the Spring Festival Gala.

Before long, the kitchen door opened, and Su Jincheng brought the steaming dumplings to the coffee table, put a pair of chopsticks in front of her, and said, "Let’s eat."

Gu Xiangsi raised his eyes and glanced at him, but said nothing.

His voice was as cold as ever, as if the man who suddenly lost control last night was not him.

Gu Xiangsi withdrew his gaze, silently picked up a bowl of dumplings.

The dumplings are filled with three fresh stuffing, one bite down, fresh and juicy, a bit hot, but indescribably delicious.

She thought, his face seemed better than yesterday.

The illness should be cured.

The men are really strong and fierce, and tossing for a night is better than a panacea.

Neither of them made a sound anymore, only the sound of the show on the TV.

After a meal, Gu Xiangsi picked up the bowl and chopsticks and wanted to clean the bowl.

Su Jincheng took it directly, and said, "Go change clothes, and see Mom and Zixi later."

Gu Xiangsi looked at his back and fell silent.

What kind of person is the one who hates it, but still can't bear it.

What kind of person is she? When she loses control the most, she just asks her if she really hates him so much.

Gu Xiangsi felt that he probably never understood him.

It's just ridiculous, even now.

He still makes her feel distressed.

Withdrawing his thoughts, Gu Xiangsi went back to the room and changed his clothes and put on makeup.

After packing, he also changed his clothes and came out, and the two went to Gu's house together.

Compared with previous years, the Gu family seems to be much deserted.

When Mother Gu heard that she was coming, she took Zi Xi and waited in the yard early.

As soon as the car approached, Zi Xi ran over with two braids.

She wore a little red coat robe, rolled with white plush piping, and stepped on a pair of little red leather shoes. From a distance, she was even more lovely than the doll in the New Year's painting.

Before Su Jincheng got out of the car, Zi Xi jumped over and hugged his thigh.