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Chapter 17

When the minute hand reached 10:30, Fu Ji got up suddenly and threw all the already cold food into the trash can.

At this moment, he just felt that everything he did today was like an idiot.

It was so stupid, so stupid.

Since selling vegetables at two o'clock in the afternoon, I've been so stupid!
Fu Ji doesn't know how to cook, and it took him a whole afternoon to prepare the dishes on this table. He tasted it, and it tasted very bad, but thinking of Yan Ran's performance in the morning, he was looking forward to it, so he insisted on it. I waited for three and a half hours.

His self-control was terribly strong, and he quickly calmed down, returning to his usual calmness.

After finishing those dishes, looking at the trash can full of messy smell, he didn't know when he bit the inner wall of his mouth, and the thick bloody smell filled his mouth, like a murderous intent rising in his chest.

Sure enough, these unnecessary things should not be done.

click-

The closed door was pushed open, and a slender figure walked in with a cold air. She took off and hung up her coat at the door first, and walked in with steady steps.

At a glance, he saw Fu Ji wearing a pink bear apron standing next to the trash can, with an inexplicable look on his face.

Fu Ji's expression froze on his face: "...Brother Yan?"

Yan Ran loosened his tie, revealing a small piece of snow-white collarbone, half of his face was soaked in the bright light, flawless.

The red mole on the tip of the nose is like cinnabar, adding a bit of beauty.

Yan Ran was also a little stunned. Seeing Fu Ji's outfit, a smile flashed in his eyes quickly: "What are you doing?"

There was a momentary short circuit in Fu Ji's thinking, he stared blankly at Yan Ran, and subconsciously told the truth: "I'm pouring rice..."

Yan Ran tilted her head: "Is it specially prepared for me?"

The man fell silent, and his tall figure was inexplicably stiff.

Pulling off the messy tie, Yan Ran felt a little regretful: "It seems that I came late."

Before Fu Ji's brain could react, he said first, "Then I'll cook a bowl of noodles for you?"

Yan Ran: "..."

This is not necessary.

Yan Ran finally tried what it means to pick up a stone and hit his own foot, and soon there was the sound of boiling oil in the kitchen. Thinking of the indescribable smell in the morning, his stomach still hurts, and Yan Ran wanted to run away.

But Fu Ji didn't have this opportunity for her.

When Fu Ji came out with his face in his face, he looked straight over from here, facing the person sitting on the sofa.

Under the bright red-white light, Yan Ran's outline inlaid with white light is clearly visible.

She was leaning on the sofa, her chin resting on her left hand, her side face was quiet and white.

Her neck is very thin, her wrist bones are small, and from the soft hair to the sharp jaw, she has extremely beautiful lines.

This cold, silent room seemed to have brought a little warmth because of the arrival of this person.

The man smelling of cooking oil involuntarily squeezed the bowl tightly, and let out a muffled groan from the heat just out of the pot.

Yan Ran also turned her head just in time, walked over, and sat on the dining chair.

The noodles were steaming hot, and there was an egg on it, but the owner didn't control the heat well, and the eggs were burnt.

Yan Ran didn't eat all afternoon, but when she saw this bowl of noodles, she lost all her appetite.

Yan Ran especially wants to say something to the protagonist: It is my bad luck to have you.

This bowl of noodles still fell into Yan Ran's stomach in the end, there was no other way, the man sat opposite and watched, it was hard for her not to finish eating.

While Yan Ran was wiping his mouth, Fu Ji asked, "Is it delicious?"

Yan Ran still looked the same, raised his eyelids, his light-colored pupils turned light brown under the light, as beautiful as amber, "Not bad."

still good?

This made Fu Ji's heart skip a beat for no reason.

An extremely indescribable smell wandered through the limbs and germinated, and small buds grew.

When Fu Ji came to the kitchen, there was still some noodles in the pot.

This noodle really didn't look appetizing at all, but Yan Ran's bland appearance made him doubt whether the taste of this noodle was really good.

So Fu Ji took a sip, then took out a few tissue papers expressionlessly and spat them out.

This is no longer unpalatable to express.

Then why Yan Ran can finish eating, it seems that it is just a bowl of noodles that is no longer normal.

Did Yan Ran lose his sense of taste?Or is there a problem with the taste system?

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Yan Ran lowered her head, after taking a shower, her skin exposed outside her pajamas was pale and pink, her hair became blacker and brighter after being wet, and her flesh pink lips were much redder than usual.

Fu Ji was already lying on the bed, his eyes were on Yan Ran.

Yan Ran stretched out his fingers and fiddled with the wet hair a few times. The fingers were thin and straight, looking moist and white, like a work of art carefully carved out of suet white jade.

After a busy day, I feel unspeakably tired, especially after taking a shower, I want to sleep even more, and my eyelids are about to collapse.

"Go and get the hair dryer to blow my hair." Yan Ran ordered while nestling on the sofa.

At first there was no movement, and after a while there were footsteps.

The warm breath was blowing, and there was an indescribable comfort.

Yan Ran closed her eyes, feeling drowsy.

Fu Ji was standing behind the sofa. He was tall, with broad shoulders, and the shadow he cast surrounded Yan Ran, making her indescribably weak and frail.

A small one is really fragile.

With her head tilted back, Fu Ji stared at the pale mole on the tip of the other's nose that was gradually dizzying and swallowing people's soul.

Black pajamas, cold white skin.

Under Fu Ji's eyelids, the most vulnerable place was exposed, seeming to be silently seducing.

With some gloomy thoughts, at this moment, the duckweed suddenly appeared on the surface of the water.

The humming sound of the hair dryer did not stop.

A pair of broad, powerful, bony fingers silently grasped the fragile, slender neck.

The freezing temperature is like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, and the palms of the hands are sticky and sweaty for some reason.

The warm skin, the surging blood flow, as long as a little force is applied, everything will become cold, those light-colored eyes will never open again, and his heart will never have that strange beating again .

A voice clamored: Let's do it, let's do it.Kill her, let this sin disappear, and there will be no more factors that tempt him to lose control.

His dark pupils shrank and dilated, and his dull and pale face suddenly looked like a demon with teeth and claws, mad and ferocious.

When he regained his composure, four slender red finger marks appeared on Yan Ran's neck.

These red marks were slightly swollen, engraved on the pale skin like a relief, like peach petals blown off by the wind this season, a few of them formed a stack of ambiguous falling red, spread on her neck like a seal.

　Fu Ji: Almost killed my wife!so close

　　
　
(End of this chapter)