So, the person who talked about mooching a al still ended up paying the bill.
*——*——*
On this side, An Ran began to feel drowsy as she read her novel for a while.
She dozed off with her phone still in her hand, in the sa position.
In her sleep, she faintly felt a pair of hands reaching for her forehead.
The cool touch was so comfortable.
"Mmm..." She couldn’t help but moan softly, subconsciously searching for that comfort.
Wait a minute, whose hands are these?
An Ran suddenly opened her eyes and saw Chi Cheng’s handso face up close.
Oh my God.
She got startled, hastily pulled up the quilt around herself, and sat up, "How co you’re here?"
"Did you think that just because you and your mom moved in, this place beca yours?" Chi Cheng’s hand didn’t leave An Ran, it swept across her cheek, lifting her chin, "Tell , if I’m not here, where should I be?"
"I didn’t an that..." An Ran quickly shook her head, nervously shrinking back into the covers.
Mom and Uncle Chi aren’t ho, and now in the house... it’s just her and Chi Cheng!
How scary...
An Ran’s body was trembling slightly.
Chi Cheng observed An Ran with her cheeks flushed red.
This girl, without her glasses... looks unexpectedly beautiful.
Feeling his gaze fixed on her, An Ran beca extrely uneasy, "I’m not feeling well today, could you please leave? I want to sleep."
Chi Cheng smiled charmingly, "But I just want to keep looking at you, what should I do?"
"..." An Ran bit her lower lip, not knowing how to respond, feeling her heartbeat thumping chaotically.
Chi Cheng sat down by An Ran’s bed leisurely, placing the takeout bag on the nightstand before taking out a bowl of fragrant porridge.
Huh?
An Ran’s delicate nostrils twitched, turning her head to look at the bowl of porridge.
It slls so good...
She was a bit surprised, "Is this... for ?"
"Of course... not." Chi Cheng raised an eyebrow, holding the bowl and gently stirring the hot porridge with a spoon, "This is my dinner for today, I haven’t eaten yet."
"I see..." An Ran felt a bit embarrassed.
What was she expecting anyway?
How could Chi Cheng, such a dangerous and frightening guy, be so kind as to bring her food?
But... her brother Demon really looks handso like this.
When he’s silent, he truly has an air of scholarly refinent, exuding an aura of nobility.
After stirring the porridge for a while, he scooped up a spoonful, tasted it, and shook his head, comnting, "The flavor is not up to par."
After saying that, he scooped another spoonful and brought it to An Ran’s lips, "Open your mouth."
"..." What does he an? It tastes bad so he’s giving it to her to drink?
She’s not a trash can.
An Ran pursed her lips, turned her small face away, "Thank you, but I don’t want it."
"Be good, open up, mm?" Chi Cheng still spoke amiably, his tone carrying an implicit command.
It’s strange, even though he’s smiling, there’s a dangerous aura about him.
An Ran lowered her head, speaking softly, "You’ve used this spoon..."
If she used the spoon after him, wouldn’t that be an indirect kiss?
So she was actually concerned about this.
A smile tugged at the corner of Chi Cheng’s mouth, he took a mouthful of porridge, then pinched her chin and gave her a direct kiss.
An Ran nervously grabbed the bedsheets, her eyes wide open.
What is he doing?
"Mmm..."
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