To The Lovely You

  The poor person took a cold shower and lay in the bathtub to put out the fire for a while before gradually calming down.

   Luo Yichen's cold phoenix eyes flashed a trace of sadness - taking a cold shower seems to be his daily homework every night when they were just together many, many years ago.

   Unexpectedly, after so many years, he returned to the original beginning. No wonder it is often said that history always repeats itself in cycles.

   Lying on the edge of the bathtub, he let out a long sigh. Luo Yichen took the bath towel and wiped the water stains on his body, praying in his heart that some annoying little goblin had better fall asleep and stop torturing him.

Who knows, things backfired, he just pushed the door out when he saw the little goblin reclining on the bed in a charming way, and winked at him: "Brother Yichen, why did you stay inside for so long? What have you been doing, eh?"

  Su Rou Rou snickered in her heart, while plucking the hair on the tiger's mouth without fear of death.

   "What do you think?" The blue veins on Luo Yichen's forehead jumped happily, almost squeezing these words out of his teeth.

  This idiot, who just shouted about going to sleep, still looks so energetic now. The most hateful thing is that he even learned to ridicule and tease him!

  Fortunately, she had already put on her clothes—even if she was wearing it or not, it was no different. She just casually put a thin gauze skirt on her body, sloping down from her shoulders, revealing a large piece of snow-white fragrant shoulders.

Luo Yichen walked up to her irritably, sat down beside the bed, tugged at her excessively open neckline, and whispered, "Okay, go to bed. If you don't sleep, the babies will still sleep. Woolen cloth."

   "But, I'm hungry..." Su Rourou flattened her small mouth and touched her stomach, "Didn't you just make soup for me to drink? People haven't had it yet."

   She just wanted to go to sleep, but as soon as she closed her eyes, she smelled a strong aroma drifting into her nose from time to time, arousing the greed in her stomach.

"Oh, I almost forgot." Luo Yichen remembered that there was indeed such a thing, and he forgot the pork rib soup on the stewing pot just now, "You lie down obediently, I'll give it to you. You go and bring a bowl in."

   "How can one bowl be enough!" Su Rourou immediately became anxious and slapped her mouth, "Put up the whole pot!"

  Luo Yichen's mouth twitched and nodded helplessly: "Okay."

   Just like that, Su Rou Rou leaned on the head of the bed lazily, enjoying Luo Yichen's service.

   He held a soup bowl in his hand, and a white ceramic spoon in the other hand. He blew the soup bit by bit to cool it, and after testing the temperature, it was brought to her mouth.

  Su Rourou, like an ancient imperial concubine, opened her mouth gently and drank it: "Well, it's delicious. I still need it."

  I didn't expect Luo Yichen's cooking skills to get better and better. She is so happy that she can drink such a delicious soup every day in the future.

  Luo Yichen gently scooped another spoonful and handed it to her lips, her doting gaze fell on her slightly opened mouth, and said softly, "Drink slowly, no one will rob you."

   In just ten minutes, Su Rourou had already eaten up a large pot of sparerib soup and wiped her mouth contentedly: "Brother Yichen, there is still some left for you to drink."

   "No, you can drink it together." Luo Yichen filled the last bowl of soup and handed it to her, "After eating, give me two white and fat babies."