He was born to be my attacker

Chapter Two Hundred and Lonely Confession in the Dark Night

The moonlight is soft and quietly penetrates into the quiet room.

Xu Yuntian's hand was holding Wu Daqi's wrist, his eyes seemed to be awake or blurred: "I want to drink the milk tea you made..."

"I..." Wu Daqi choked.

Where has he seen Xu Yuntian like this?

From what he knew, what he knew, Xu Yuntian was arrogant and uninhibited, and always had a majestic aura, as if he was some kind of golden Buddha, looking down on all living beings, always thinking that he could play with others at will.

But he had never seen such Xu Yuntian who held his hand and begged him to make him a cup of milk tea with aggrieved resentment.

After this man got drunk, he looked like a shameless child.

It was so eye-popping.

"Let go of your hand, it's all red from you pinching," Wu Daqi frowned and muttered, "Don't tease me, don't tease me..."

"I want to have milk tea, you cook it for me..." Xu Yuntian was drunk and extremely stubborn. It seemed that he had to hear Wu Daqi's voice of agreement before he could feel at ease.

hand.

Wu Daqi was in a stalemate with him for a while, but finally he was defeated and gave in a step: "Let go of your hand first, if you don't let go, how can I cook for you?"

Xu Yuntian hesitated for a while, and finally let go.

Wu Daqi rubbed his red wrist, regretting in his heart.

He shouldn't be soft-hearted.

It's all right now, and I have to cook for others, which is asking for trouble.

He felt dissatisfied, but he walked towards the kitchen, found some raw materials in the refrigerator, worked together, and pretended to be vicious and started the fire.

"Gudong Gudong one by one"

The milk tea in the pot was full of fragrance and gurgled.

Wu Daqi took a spoonful, tasted it, and had to cook it for a while.

Just as he was putting the spoon down, there was a creak behind him and the kitchen door opened.

He turned around in surprise and saw that Xu Yuntian had already walked in with slow steps while holding the doorknob.

"You...you woke up?" Wu Daqi raised his eyebrows, "I thought you were so drunk that you couldn't even stand still."

Xu Yuntian shook his head, but didn't speak.

"Then what..." Wu Daqi faltered for a while, "I'm almost done cooking, you wait a little longer. After you finish cooking, I have to go home."

Xu Yuntian raised his eyes, and there were deep and complicated emotions in those bloodshot eyes.

He looked at Wu Daqi in the small kitchen, wearing a somewhat wide apron, holding a spoon in his hand, and turning on the fire to cook for him.

For some reason, he really wanted to keep this picture.