To The Lovely You

   After staying up all night, early the next morning, she walked into the bathroom in a trance... Suddenly she covered her mouth and screamed.

  I saw Ke Jingheng, who was almost red, with only a bath towel around his waist, and was putting on clothes. His hair was wet, and the scent of shower gel was still on his body, as if he had just taken a shower.

   "Before you enter, can you knock on the door first?" He continued to put on his clothes with a calm expression, while not forgetting to block her with what Luo Xiaomei said yesterday.

  Luo Xiaomei was choked for a while and couldn't speak for a while. She coughed lightly and said, "You didn't lock the door yourself, do you blame me?"

"..." Ke Jingheng had already buttoned the last button of his shirt, turned around and gave her a deep look, and the corners of his mouth twitched, "It doesn't matter, if you want to see it, let me know at any time... No need to do that. Trouble."

   "Go to hell! Who wants to see you!" Luo Xiaomei roared angrily, but her eyes fell on his slender legs like a ghost.

   Well, she didn't want to admit it, in fact, since entering the door, she has been secretly looking at the muscles and lines of his body through the slightly open fingers.

   As if feeling her gaze, Ke Jingheng stretched out a long white hand and placed a corner of the towel on his waist, then yanked it abruptly...

   "Ah!!! Ke Jingheng, you pervert!" Luo Xiaomei hurriedly covered her eyes again.

   Ke Jingheng's face was a little red, but he continued: "Xiaomei, I washed all the clothes you changed last night for you. Including... neiku."

   "You... who made you troubled? Did I let you wash?" Luo Xiaomei's face was terribly hot, she felt like she had a fever!

   "Shouldn't you say thank you? I washed it by hand." Ke Jingheng emphasized the point again, with a narrow smile on the corner of his mouth.

   "That's your choice, I didn't force you!" Luo Xiaomei said angrily, turned around and wanted to go out.

   Ke Jingheng took her hand: "Last night, did Amy explain it to you? Are you... still angry?"

  Luo Xiaomei pouted and said stubbornly: "Who is angry with you? You don't have to spend a lot of time explaining to me, anyway... I'll be back in a few days anyway!"

"Don't...don't go back!" Ke Jingheng immediately became nervous again, holding her tightly, "Will you stay here with me? I'll be nice to you...I will cook for you and wash your clothes for you. , I will take you on a tour and take beautiful photos of you! I can also make you beautiful!"

   Hearing the word "cook", Luo Xiaomei's expression softened a little: "Let's talk about your performance! Today's lunch is yours! I'll forgive you if it's delicious!"

   Ke Jingheng's eyes flashed with joy: "Okay, watch TV on the sofa for a while, I'll go get ready!"

   That day happened to be Saturday, and there were no classes in the school, so Luo Xiaomei sat lazily on the sofa and pressed the remote control.

   Ke Jingheng called Qiao Yi for help: "Mom, teach me how to cook noodles!"

  Joy chuckled and said, "My good son, when did you learn to cook by yourself? Is it because Xiaomei went, so you..."

   "Mom, hurry up! Xiaoberry is hungry!" Ke Jingheng walked into the kitchen with his phone and urged with a blushing face. He took out a frying pan and a few more eggs, greens, and beef from the refrigerator.

In the    video, Joey is busy pointing fingers: "Yes, that's how to break the eggs first! Then pour the oil... Oh, no, pour the oil first, then break the eggs!"

   "Mom...which one comes first!" Ke Jingheng silently looked at the smoking frying pan, suddenly feeling that he should just improvise. This unreliable mother doesn't seem to be in the kitchen several times throughout the year.

   At this moment, the doorbell rang downstairs. Immediately afterwards, Amy's voice sounded: "Hello! Who are you looking for?"

   After a while, the group of people had already started to go upstairs, and the sound of footsteps sounded like at least five or six people.