Just... so thrilling.
Her heart was completely out of control, speeding up.
Especially when the other side of the bed sank slightly, as Chi Cheng lay down beside her.
"Why are you staying so far away from ?" Chi Cheng said openly, resting his face on his hand, tracing her facial outline with his fingers, "Am I scary?"
An Ran’s small hands tightened around the sheets, "A bit nervous."
Chi Cheng looked at her for a mont, then suddenly flipped her over, pressing her beneath him.
"Be good, I’ll help you relax in no ti."
...
A night of indulgence.
Such a feeling was truly wonderful.
At ho.
Lying on her brother’s bed.
Tense yet thrilling.
The next day.
The tutoring class was canceled for a day and postponed to Saturday.
An Ran woke up to find it was already noon.
Held in Chi Cheng’s arms, An Ran watched him in this position.
Her brother really... looks so good.
Like a handso boy out of a comic book.
An Ran glanced at the ti, moved her body, and quietly slipped out of Chi Cheng’s embrace.
She wanted to make sothing for her brother to eat and then bring so to the hospital for Uncle Chi.
But An Ran only knew a little bit about cooking; her mother rarely let her into the kitchen before.
In the kitchen, An Ran was a bit conflicted about what to make...
The maid lazily walked into the kitchen, saw An Ran, and smiled, "Miss An Ran, you’re finally awake? Breakfast ti is over, neither you nor the young master has co downstairs, and the food has gone cold. I’ll start preparing lunch right away."
An Ran: "Aunt Zhang, teach how to cook."
"What does Miss An Ran want to eat? Just tell the dish’s na and I’ll make it for you."
"No, no, no." An Ran shook her head, "I want to do it myself..."
Aunt Zhang hesitated and said, "It’s not sothing you can just say and make; how about this, I’ll talk and guide you beside you, and you put the food into the pot yourself, would that work?"
An Ran smiled, "Okay!"
She didn’t know what to cook; all the food combinations were chosen by Aunt Zhang.
An Ran was responsible for putting things into the oil pan and stir-frying under Aunt Zhang’s guidance...
Finally, everything was slowly finished.
Looking at the full table of food, An Ran felt a sense of accomplishnt.
She believed seeing soone you care about eating it would bring even more satisfaction.
At this mont, Chi Cheng ca down the spiral staircase.
"Brother." An Ran quickly went up to him, "I made lunch for you, co and have a taste."
"You made this?" Chi Cheng was taken aback for a mont, then smiled and ruffled An Ran’s hair, "Are you tired? Why did you suddenly do this?"
"Not tired at all." An Ran clasped her hands behind her back.
Chi Cheng followed An Ran to the dining table.
Upon seeing the full table of food, the smile on his lips suddenly froze.
The previously gentle and warm deanor vanished in an instant.
His entire body was surrounded by a low pressure.
Never... never had she seen her brother like this.
An Ran didn’t know what happened, "Brother?"
Chi Cheng didn’t respond, his handso face, usually filled with smiles, seed to be gathering frost.
Bang—
He slamd his fist onto the table with an icy voice, "Who permitted you to make these dishes?"
An Ran was startled.
She had never seen her brother so angry.
Before, when he was angry, he always smiled.
But now...
Why...?
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