The oil in the pot is sizzling, and the hot air is wrapped in the onion and the fragrance of the fried onion is rising, lingering in the air, hazy Chu Yihan's soft and delicate side face, it is as pleasing to the eye as a painting, and the smell of the kite can't help Knowingly saw God.
Perhaps smelling the fragrance, Gang Beng'er wandered outside the kitchen, "Meow, meow." He kept yelling, and poked his claws into the gap.
"Didn't you say you can only cook porridge?" Wen Yuan came back to her senses, and lowered her eyelids to see Gang Beng'er's cat claws would come in and scratch her, "You are so proficient at making noodles."
Chu Yihan: "Mixing noodles is easy."
Wen Yuan raised her eyelids, and saw Chu Yihan pour the chopped tomatoes and egg liquid into the pan and stir fry: "The knife skills are also good."
She moved her feet, "stepped" on Gang Beng'er's flailing paws very lightly, and added: "It's obvious that she is a frequent cook."
Chu Yihan seemed to laugh, and said in a soft voice, "It's really not often. I used to do it very badly."
"How bad is it?" Wen Yuan was curious.
Chu Yihan thought for a while and said, "Do you know the little master of China?"
Hear the sound of yuan.
"The chef cuts vegetables inside. Didn't those vegetables come from Piupiu?" Chu Yihan sighed, "I was like that at the beginning."
Wen Yuan was slightly taken aback, seeing Chu Yihan's frustrated expression, and then thinking about the onomatopoeia she just uttered, her laughter suddenly broke the silence of the night uncontrollably.
Seeing her smile, Chu Yihan also curled the corners of her lips: "It's common to roll over a car, and I've been complained about before. There are only a handful of dishes that can be sold."
Various images of fried vegetables, burnt pots, and diced radishes scrambled into my mind. The comedy effect was full. Wen Yuan raised her lips and asked, "Did your mother complain about it?"
After serving the noodles and mixing them, Chu Yihan picked up the plate and said to Wen Yuan, "It's ready to eat."
avoids the problem.
The red tomato paste and the yellow egg flower covering the surface are not particularly good in appearance, but the taste is unexpectedly delicious.Wen Yuan rolled the noodles and ate very quickly in small bites.
Seeing her eating with gusto, Chu Yihan, who was not very hungry at first, gained some appetite.
After eating and drinking, Wen Yuan sighed contentedly, and gave Chu Yihan a thumbs up: "Delicious!"
Chu Yihan laughed and said, "That's because you're hungry, everything is delicious."
Wen Yuan retorted: "It's really delicious!"
Chu Yihan was stunned for a moment, her beautiful eyes were bent down, and her eyes were rippling. She held one end of the chopsticks, bit the tip of the chopsticks lightly, and said softly, "Perhaps, I can also cook delicious food for you every day."
The voice is very soft, and the tone seems a little ambiguous.
In the past, Wen Yuan was dull and thought it was a joke, but now that she has been confessed, she couldn't help but think about the meaning behind her words. She blinked and suddenly didn't know how to answer the words.
Chu Yihan could see her embarrassment, her drooping eyelashes trembled slightly, and she joked, "However, you have to pay for the food."
Wen Yuan bit the bait again involuntarily: "How much for food?"
Chu Yihan got up to clean up the dishes and said, "It's not expensive, wash the dishes with me..."
The noodles were made by Chu Yihan, Wen Yuan naturally took on the job of washing the dishes, leaving Chu Yihan to dry the clean dishes.
Taking the plate from Wen Yuan, Chu Yihan suddenly asked, "Are you going back to school tomorrow?"
"Yeah." Wen Yuan said, "I made an appointment with Shi Ran. I originally wanted to go back today, and it would be bad to dote on her for another day."
Chu Yihan laughed lightly.
Wen Yuan was puzzled: "What are you laughing at?"
Chu Yihan blinked, took the plate from Wen Yuan's hand, wiped off the water droplets on Wen Yuan's hand with her fingertips, and muttered, "I didn't say I would keep you."
After hearing Yuan, she realized that what she said just now seemed to be explaining to Chu Yihan, and it seemed that she was quite regretful?
"I actually want to keep you." Chu Yihan suddenly said softly.
Wen Yuan's action of brushing the pot paused slightly: "..."
"Shall we go after breakfast?" Afraid that Wen Yuan would refuse, Chu Yihan added, "Last time you taught me how to fry deep-fried dough sticks and pickled side dishes."
After she finished speaking, she thought that Wen Yuan was still suffering from a cold, so she changed her mind and said, "You don't need to teach this time, just finish your breakfast and leave."
Wen Yuan turned off the tap, smiled silently, and asked, "Is there any flour, yeast and baking soda?"
"You want to do it now?" Chu Yihan hesitated, "It's too late and too much trouble."
"Knead the dough first and let it ferment overnight." Wen Yuan said, "It's for digestion."
Chu Yihan happily walked to the front of the cabinet and stepped up to reach the cabinet door: "I bought all those materials before."
Seeing that Chu Yihan was struggling a bit, Wen Yuan walked up behind her, leaned close to her back, stretched her arms around it, and paused subtly.
There is a sense of familiarity.
The breath of alpha enveloped her, and Wen Yuan's curves could be clearly felt on her back.
Chu Yihan lowered her eyelids, her thick and slender eyelashes fluttered to the rhythm of her heartstrings being plucked.
The light gardenia fragrance lingered in the air unknowingly, entangled it bewitchingly, Wen Yuan's fingertips unconsciously brushed past Chu Yihan's knuckles, touched the edge of the cabinet door, and opened it very slowly .
Wen Yuan touched the flour sack in the cabinet with her hand, and confirmed, "This?"
"Yeah." Chu Yihan pointed to the box beside her, "Yeast."
Wen Yuan took out the flour and yeast, closed the cabinet door, and backed away.
Chu Yihan pushed back the broken hair on her sideburns, glanced at her, took out the kitchen scale from the cabinet below, handed it to Wen Yuan, and asked, "Do you need anything else?"
"Help me get the eggs." Wen Yuan took out a large bowl with ease, poured in the flour, and naturally reached out her hand in the direction of Chu Yihan.
Almost at the same time, Chu Yihan closed the refrigerator door with one hand, and put the egg into Wen Yuan's palm with the other.
Knock in the eggs, put salt, yeast and baking soda, just as Wen Yuan was going to get the kettle, Chu Yihan was already standing beside her with the kettle in her hand: "Tell me if there is enough water."
Wen Yuan was stunned.
As if the two of them often do this, the tacit understanding is too much.
Chu Yihan slowly added warm water into the bowl, Wen Yuan stirred the noodles with chopsticks, and when they were mixed into cotton wool, she called to stop, Chu Yihan took away the kettle almost at the same time, and handed over the rapeseed oil.
"You really don't know how to make fritters?" Wen Yuan broke the silence.
Obviously every step is very clear.
Chu Yihan said calmly, "I've never eaten pork and seen pigs running."
Wen Yuan didn't doubt that he was there, poured in the oil and stirred it evenly, washed her hands, and prepared to knead the dough.
One sleeve fell off again, and she called Chu Yihan: "Yihan..."
When she turned around, she found that Chu Yihan had drawn a fat chirp squatting on a tree branch on the place where the flour was sprinkled, with a few simple strokes, it was lifelike.
Flour was on her fingertips, and Chu Yihan raised her hand to help Wen Yuan roll up her sleeves again, and it was inevitable that the flour was still on her soft and greasy skin.
Chu Yihan pursed her lips, and wiped them with her hands in a panic.
That one is all white.
Chu Yihan raised her head and smiled innocently.Wen Yuan sighed softly.
Before all the sighs came to an end, Chu Yihan gently brushed her face with flour-soaked hands.
Like a feather.
The silver bell-like laughter fell in the quiet night, arousing the ripples in Wenyuanxin Lake, which rippled softly in circles.
Without wiping off Chu Yihan's "masterpiece" on her face, Wen Yuan turned around and kneaded her face half offended and half funny and said, "Why didn't I realize you were so skinny before."
"Now I found it." Chu Yihan washed her hands, and used her mobile phone to freeze the picture of Wen Yuan kneading noodles, "I still have a lot of noodles, you can discover them slowly."
After the thin layer of paper was pierced, someone became unscrupulous.
The corners of Wen Yuan's lips curled slightly, noncommittal, she glanced at her: "Don't take pictures of me."
"What should I do if I have already photographed it?" Chu Yihan greeted in advance, "I don't want to delete it."
"Uh..." Wen Yuan raised her eyebrows, "Pay the entry fee, one hundred per piece."
Two seconds later, Wen Yuan's mobile phone rang: "Alipay arrives at 5200."
Wen Yuan's eyes widened, and she immediately turned her head to look at Chu Yihan. What she saw was a white powder lamb phone case, with two curly horns sticking out, covering most of Chu Yihan's face.
Chu Yihan confidently changed the angle and took a few more shots, poking her head out from behind the phone: "Is that enough?"
"Uh..." Wen Yuan rubbed her face angrily, and muttered, "Prodigal girls."
Chu Yihan's beautiful eyes are bent into small crescents again, the amber pupils are clear and bright, lively and lively, mixed with the faint temptation caused by precocity, cold white face, curved red lips .
As pure as you are, you have as much desire as you want.
Although choked by Chu Yihan's behavior, Wen Yuan had to admit that she really liked Chu Yihan's smile, as if when she smiled, the whole world lit up.
There was even an urge to do something to make her smile more.
Wen Yuan looked away, wrapped the best thick dough with plastic wrap absently, thoughtfully.
A strange feeling flashed by, but she couldn't catch it, and when she looked back, she didn't have a clue.
The gardenia fragrance in the air seems to be stronger than before.
"Then, should I just put it in the refrigerator and wait for it to ferment?" Chu Yihan asked after seeing that she had sealed the dough sheet.
Wen Yuan came back to her senses and hummed.
Put the plate in the refrigerator, and the two walked out of the kitchen. Wen Yuan transferred the money that Chu Yihan had transferred back intact, only to find that it was almost 02:30, thinking that Chu Yihan hadn't rested since she came back, she hurriedly Urging Chu Yihan to take a shower and go to bed.
The two said good night to each other and went back to their bedrooms.
After taking a bath, Wen Yuan lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling in a daze. She felt that everything that happened since she woke up was less real than a dream.
Chu Yihan said that she actually wanted to chase her...
I don't know if it's because of this knowledge that everything Chu Yihan does now will be infinitely magnified by her.
In fact, I don't dislike Chu Yihan's small actions, but as long as she thinks of Chu Yihan's alpha rejection, Wen Yuan feels that she needs to make a decision after careful consideration.
After all, if she talks about it, she doesn't want to just talk about a relationship, she wants to only talk about a relationship.
Wen Yuan lifted the quilt to cover her head, forcing herself not to think too much, just let nature take its course.After adjusting her mood, she pulled off the quilt, closed her eyes and prepared to sleep.
Suddenly smelled a hint of gardenia.
Wen Yuan suddenly opened his eyes.
They all floated into her room, definitely not the concentration of pheromone that should be after putting on the barrier stickers.
Wen Yuan got up uneasy and opened the door to go out.
Gang Beng'er was lying in front of Chu Yihan's door, her little paws kept reaching into the crack of the door, when she saw Wen Yuan, she immediately came over, hovered beside Wen Yuan's feet, tilting her head and rubbing.
It must be an inhibitor, right?Wen Yuan stared at the dark and dull door for a long time, then she squatted down slowly with her back against the door, playing with Gang Beng'er.
In the bedroom, the cold moon glowed on the floor, and Chu Yihan sat on the floor with her knees leaning against the door, nestling in the moonlight.
Wen Yuan's sentence "I can't tell if it's affected by pheromones, or whether I like you physically or psychologically" is circling in my head.
Chu Yihan bit her lower lip, gasped for breath, and injected the inhibitor into her wrist.
The wait for the suppressant to overwhelm the discomfort of the estrus is brief but excruciating.
There were light footsteps outside the door, and the fresh and moist earthy fragrance came in through the crack of the door, floating in the air, calm and soft, calming her tense nerves.
Chu Yihan almost greedily sniffed the pheromone from Wen Yuan who was a door away.
The scent of gardenias became weaker and weaker, and Wen Yuan stood up and left on tiptoe until she was sure that Chu Yihan's pheromones were no longer abnormal.
Hearing Fangqing's footsteps getting farther and farther away, Chu Yihan leaned her head against the door panel, lowered her eyes, her eyes were like an ancient well without waves, and her gaze was fixed on the empty inhibitor in her hand.
There are still faint alpha pheromones in the air;
Very gentle and gentle fragrance after the rain, just like her master.
After a while, Chu Yihan buried half of her face in her arms and curled her body into a smaller ball.
Slowly clenched his hands.
"Yuan, how can I hold on to you, you know, I'm so impatient..."
The tail sound was so light that it blended into the night, and it was too low to be heard.
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Perhaps smelling the fragrance, Gang Beng'er wandered outside the kitchen, "Meow, meow." He kept yelling, and poked his claws into the gap.
"Didn't you say you can only cook porridge?" Wen Yuan came back to her senses, and lowered her eyelids to see Gang Beng'er's cat claws would come in and scratch her, "You are so proficient at making noodles."
Chu Yihan: "Mixing noodles is easy."
Wen Yuan raised her eyelids, and saw Chu Yihan pour the chopped tomatoes and egg liquid into the pan and stir fry: "The knife skills are also good."
She moved her feet, "stepped" on Gang Beng'er's flailing paws very lightly, and added: "It's obvious that she is a frequent cook."
Chu Yihan seemed to laugh, and said in a soft voice, "It's really not often. I used to do it very badly."
"How bad is it?" Wen Yuan was curious.
Chu Yihan thought for a while and said, "Do you know the little master of China?"
Hear the sound of yuan.
"The chef cuts vegetables inside. Didn't those vegetables come from Piupiu?" Chu Yihan sighed, "I was like that at the beginning."
Wen Yuan was slightly taken aback, seeing Chu Yihan's frustrated expression, and then thinking about the onomatopoeia she just uttered, her laughter suddenly broke the silence of the night uncontrollably.
Seeing her smile, Chu Yihan also curled the corners of her lips: "It's common to roll over a car, and I've been complained about before. There are only a handful of dishes that can be sold."
Various images of fried vegetables, burnt pots, and diced radishes scrambled into my mind. The comedy effect was full. Wen Yuan raised her lips and asked, "Did your mother complain about it?"
After serving the noodles and mixing them, Chu Yihan picked up the plate and said to Wen Yuan, "It's ready to eat."
avoids the problem.
The red tomato paste and the yellow egg flower covering the surface are not particularly good in appearance, but the taste is unexpectedly delicious.Wen Yuan rolled the noodles and ate very quickly in small bites.
Seeing her eating with gusto, Chu Yihan, who was not very hungry at first, gained some appetite.
After eating and drinking, Wen Yuan sighed contentedly, and gave Chu Yihan a thumbs up: "Delicious!"
Chu Yihan laughed and said, "That's because you're hungry, everything is delicious."
Wen Yuan retorted: "It's really delicious!"
Chu Yihan was stunned for a moment, her beautiful eyes were bent down, and her eyes were rippling. She held one end of the chopsticks, bit the tip of the chopsticks lightly, and said softly, "Perhaps, I can also cook delicious food for you every day."
The voice is very soft, and the tone seems a little ambiguous.
In the past, Wen Yuan was dull and thought it was a joke, but now that she has been confessed, she couldn't help but think about the meaning behind her words. She blinked and suddenly didn't know how to answer the words.
Chu Yihan could see her embarrassment, her drooping eyelashes trembled slightly, and she joked, "However, you have to pay for the food."
Wen Yuan bit the bait again involuntarily: "How much for food?"
Chu Yihan got up to clean up the dishes and said, "It's not expensive, wash the dishes with me..."
The noodles were made by Chu Yihan, Wen Yuan naturally took on the job of washing the dishes, leaving Chu Yihan to dry the clean dishes.
Taking the plate from Wen Yuan, Chu Yihan suddenly asked, "Are you going back to school tomorrow?"
"Yeah." Wen Yuan said, "I made an appointment with Shi Ran. I originally wanted to go back today, and it would be bad to dote on her for another day."
Chu Yihan laughed lightly.
Wen Yuan was puzzled: "What are you laughing at?"
Chu Yihan blinked, took the plate from Wen Yuan's hand, wiped off the water droplets on Wen Yuan's hand with her fingertips, and muttered, "I didn't say I would keep you."
After hearing Yuan, she realized that what she said just now seemed to be explaining to Chu Yihan, and it seemed that she was quite regretful?
"I actually want to keep you." Chu Yihan suddenly said softly.
Wen Yuan's action of brushing the pot paused slightly: "..."
"Shall we go after breakfast?" Afraid that Wen Yuan would refuse, Chu Yihan added, "Last time you taught me how to fry deep-fried dough sticks and pickled side dishes."
After she finished speaking, she thought that Wen Yuan was still suffering from a cold, so she changed her mind and said, "You don't need to teach this time, just finish your breakfast and leave."
Wen Yuan turned off the tap, smiled silently, and asked, "Is there any flour, yeast and baking soda?"
"You want to do it now?" Chu Yihan hesitated, "It's too late and too much trouble."
"Knead the dough first and let it ferment overnight." Wen Yuan said, "It's for digestion."
Chu Yihan happily walked to the front of the cabinet and stepped up to reach the cabinet door: "I bought all those materials before."
Seeing that Chu Yihan was struggling a bit, Wen Yuan walked up behind her, leaned close to her back, stretched her arms around it, and paused subtly.
There is a sense of familiarity.
The breath of alpha enveloped her, and Wen Yuan's curves could be clearly felt on her back.
Chu Yihan lowered her eyelids, her thick and slender eyelashes fluttered to the rhythm of her heartstrings being plucked.
The light gardenia fragrance lingered in the air unknowingly, entangled it bewitchingly, Wen Yuan's fingertips unconsciously brushed past Chu Yihan's knuckles, touched the edge of the cabinet door, and opened it very slowly .
Wen Yuan touched the flour sack in the cabinet with her hand, and confirmed, "This?"
"Yeah." Chu Yihan pointed to the box beside her, "Yeast."
Wen Yuan took out the flour and yeast, closed the cabinet door, and backed away.
Chu Yihan pushed back the broken hair on her sideburns, glanced at her, took out the kitchen scale from the cabinet below, handed it to Wen Yuan, and asked, "Do you need anything else?"
"Help me get the eggs." Wen Yuan took out a large bowl with ease, poured in the flour, and naturally reached out her hand in the direction of Chu Yihan.
Almost at the same time, Chu Yihan closed the refrigerator door with one hand, and put the egg into Wen Yuan's palm with the other.
Knock in the eggs, put salt, yeast and baking soda, just as Wen Yuan was going to get the kettle, Chu Yihan was already standing beside her with the kettle in her hand: "Tell me if there is enough water."
Wen Yuan was stunned.
As if the two of them often do this, the tacit understanding is too much.
Chu Yihan slowly added warm water into the bowl, Wen Yuan stirred the noodles with chopsticks, and when they were mixed into cotton wool, she called to stop, Chu Yihan took away the kettle almost at the same time, and handed over the rapeseed oil.
"You really don't know how to make fritters?" Wen Yuan broke the silence.
Obviously every step is very clear.
Chu Yihan said calmly, "I've never eaten pork and seen pigs running."
Wen Yuan didn't doubt that he was there, poured in the oil and stirred it evenly, washed her hands, and prepared to knead the dough.
One sleeve fell off again, and she called Chu Yihan: "Yihan..."
When she turned around, she found that Chu Yihan had drawn a fat chirp squatting on a tree branch on the place where the flour was sprinkled, with a few simple strokes, it was lifelike.
Flour was on her fingertips, and Chu Yihan raised her hand to help Wen Yuan roll up her sleeves again, and it was inevitable that the flour was still on her soft and greasy skin.
Chu Yihan pursed her lips, and wiped them with her hands in a panic.
That one is all white.
Chu Yihan raised her head and smiled innocently.Wen Yuan sighed softly.
Before all the sighs came to an end, Chu Yihan gently brushed her face with flour-soaked hands.
Like a feather.
The silver bell-like laughter fell in the quiet night, arousing the ripples in Wenyuanxin Lake, which rippled softly in circles.
Without wiping off Chu Yihan's "masterpiece" on her face, Wen Yuan turned around and kneaded her face half offended and half funny and said, "Why didn't I realize you were so skinny before."
"Now I found it." Chu Yihan washed her hands, and used her mobile phone to freeze the picture of Wen Yuan kneading noodles, "I still have a lot of noodles, you can discover them slowly."
After the thin layer of paper was pierced, someone became unscrupulous.
The corners of Wen Yuan's lips curled slightly, noncommittal, she glanced at her: "Don't take pictures of me."
"What should I do if I have already photographed it?" Chu Yihan greeted in advance, "I don't want to delete it."
"Uh..." Wen Yuan raised her eyebrows, "Pay the entry fee, one hundred per piece."
Two seconds later, Wen Yuan's mobile phone rang: "Alipay arrives at 5200."
Wen Yuan's eyes widened, and she immediately turned her head to look at Chu Yihan. What she saw was a white powder lamb phone case, with two curly horns sticking out, covering most of Chu Yihan's face.
Chu Yihan confidently changed the angle and took a few more shots, poking her head out from behind the phone: "Is that enough?"
"Uh..." Wen Yuan rubbed her face angrily, and muttered, "Prodigal girls."
Chu Yihan's beautiful eyes are bent into small crescents again, the amber pupils are clear and bright, lively and lively, mixed with the faint temptation caused by precocity, cold white face, curved red lips .
As pure as you are, you have as much desire as you want.
Although choked by Chu Yihan's behavior, Wen Yuan had to admit that she really liked Chu Yihan's smile, as if when she smiled, the whole world lit up.
There was even an urge to do something to make her smile more.
Wen Yuan looked away, wrapped the best thick dough with plastic wrap absently, thoughtfully.
A strange feeling flashed by, but she couldn't catch it, and when she looked back, she didn't have a clue.
The gardenia fragrance in the air seems to be stronger than before.
"Then, should I just put it in the refrigerator and wait for it to ferment?" Chu Yihan asked after seeing that she had sealed the dough sheet.
Wen Yuan came back to her senses and hummed.
Put the plate in the refrigerator, and the two walked out of the kitchen. Wen Yuan transferred the money that Chu Yihan had transferred back intact, only to find that it was almost 02:30, thinking that Chu Yihan hadn't rested since she came back, she hurriedly Urging Chu Yihan to take a shower and go to bed.
The two said good night to each other and went back to their bedrooms.
After taking a bath, Wen Yuan lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling in a daze. She felt that everything that happened since she woke up was less real than a dream.
Chu Yihan said that she actually wanted to chase her...
I don't know if it's because of this knowledge that everything Chu Yihan does now will be infinitely magnified by her.
In fact, I don't dislike Chu Yihan's small actions, but as long as she thinks of Chu Yihan's alpha rejection, Wen Yuan feels that she needs to make a decision after careful consideration.
After all, if she talks about it, she doesn't want to just talk about a relationship, she wants to only talk about a relationship.
Wen Yuan lifted the quilt to cover her head, forcing herself not to think too much, just let nature take its course.After adjusting her mood, she pulled off the quilt, closed her eyes and prepared to sleep.
Suddenly smelled a hint of gardenia.
Wen Yuan suddenly opened his eyes.
They all floated into her room, definitely not the concentration of pheromone that should be after putting on the barrier stickers.
Wen Yuan got up uneasy and opened the door to go out.
Gang Beng'er was lying in front of Chu Yihan's door, her little paws kept reaching into the crack of the door, when she saw Wen Yuan, she immediately came over, hovered beside Wen Yuan's feet, tilting her head and rubbing.
It must be an inhibitor, right?Wen Yuan stared at the dark and dull door for a long time, then she squatted down slowly with her back against the door, playing with Gang Beng'er.
In the bedroom, the cold moon glowed on the floor, and Chu Yihan sat on the floor with her knees leaning against the door, nestling in the moonlight.
Wen Yuan's sentence "I can't tell if it's affected by pheromones, or whether I like you physically or psychologically" is circling in my head.
Chu Yihan bit her lower lip, gasped for breath, and injected the inhibitor into her wrist.
The wait for the suppressant to overwhelm the discomfort of the estrus is brief but excruciating.
There were light footsteps outside the door, and the fresh and moist earthy fragrance came in through the crack of the door, floating in the air, calm and soft, calming her tense nerves.
Chu Yihan almost greedily sniffed the pheromone from Wen Yuan who was a door away.
The scent of gardenias became weaker and weaker, and Wen Yuan stood up and left on tiptoe until she was sure that Chu Yihan's pheromones were no longer abnormal.
Hearing Fangqing's footsteps getting farther and farther away, Chu Yihan leaned her head against the door panel, lowered her eyes, her eyes were like an ancient well without waves, and her gaze was fixed on the empty inhibitor in her hand.
There are still faint alpha pheromones in the air;
Very gentle and gentle fragrance after the rain, just like her master.
After a while, Chu Yihan buried half of her face in her arms and curled her body into a smaller ball.
Slowly clenched his hands.
"Yuan, how can I hold on to you, you know, I'm so impatient..."
The tail sound was so light that it blended into the night, and it was too low to be heard.
The author has something to say: Thank you cuties for your concern. After returning home from the hospital, I saw the comments and felt super heartwarming. Happy National Day!
24 small red envelopes will be drawn for those who leave 2 points of comments within 50 hours of this chapter;
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