Su Yu just looked at her quietly, his gaze as srizing as she rembered.
In those deep, ink-black eyes, there was a hint of erald green, just looking into them felt like staring into a black hole in the vast starry sky, capable of pulling her soul deep inside.
She couldn’t move a single step.
No matter how much doubt was in her heart, faced with such beauty and delicious food, she found it a bit hard to resist.
Han Jing couldn’t help but criticize in her heart, being so good-looking is one thing, but why does he have to cook so well too? Isn’t he just tempting people to sin?
Su Yu, however, showed no understanding for her desire to continue their cold war. He lifted the corners of his lips, smiling gently as he did in her mory, and asked, "Are you hungry?"
His clear and crisp voice tickled her ear, making her feel intoxicated.
Bla it on the beauty of the night.
Bla it on the enticing aroma of the food.
Han Jing entered the house without a word.
Su Yu followed her, placing the dishes and chopsticks on the table in the small dining room.
Han Jing, unable to resist, walked over and sat down, picking up chopsticks and lowering her head to choose a strand of noodle.
The night was so quiet it was unsettling, with only the sound of Han Jing silently eating noodles. Su Yu sat by her side quietly watching her.
Han Jing, paying no attention, finished the whole bowl of noodles, feeling so comfortable as if she could fly.
This scene was all too familiar, like a ti when nothing had happened between them, such peaceful tis, full of love and tenderness.
However, after the al, there was only a long and silent mutual gaze.
Su Yu got up, cleaned the dishes and took them out. After a while, Han Jing heard the sound of running water next door. Su Yu stood at the door and said to her, "The hot water is ready."
Han Jing...
She sat there, unmoving, feeling a mix of helplessness and tension inside.
What is he doing? Pretending nothing ever happened?
Han Jing’s mind beca a tangled ss that she couldn’t unravel. She noticed too late that Su Yu had sohow already stood beside her.
Then he bent down and lifted her up horizontally.
Han Jing was slightly startled and looked up to et his eyes, only to say sowhat flustered, "What are you doing? Put down now!"
"The water will get cold soon, I saw you weren’t moving, so I ca to carry you to bathe," Su Yu replied earnestly and matter-of-factly.
Han Jing was speechless and tried to push him away, "Put down, I can go myself!"
Su Yu raised his eyebrows slightly: "I’ll carry you over."
"You..." Han Jing had just spoken a word when Su Yu already kicked open the bathroom door and walked in.
A light mist filled the bathroom.
"Put down!" Han Jing exerted force to push Su Yu, only to find him not resisting at all. He was already at the edge of the bathtub with her, and with her forceful push, as if he couldn’t keep his footing, they both fell straight into the bathtub!
For two high-level spirit cultivation practitioners, such a small bathtub wouldn’t have caused them to lose their balance.
Yet Su Yu really seed powerless today, holding her tightly as he fell hard into the tub.
Splashing water sprayed all over Han Jing’s face, and she found herself sprawled on top of Su Yu, whose back hit the side of the tub with a soft grunt.
His hands, however, held tightly around her waist, pulling her whole body close to his chest.
Their eyes t, gazes filled with a dazed allure.
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