C57 (1/2)

That night, I kept thinking about Xiao Rou.

When I was done, I lay down on the bed. He was still smoking and sniffing the fragrance in the room. He could not help but turn his head to look in the direction where the smell came from. However, when I saw the figure, I vaguely felt that she was Xiao Rou.

The feeling of reality and imagination tearing apart was truly unbearable!

Red Bean took the bowl of porridge and sat beside me. He took a sip and blew on it before he stuck it into my mouth.

Unconsciously, I opened my mouth and ate the porridge. Although Red Bean's expression was as calm and indifferent as usual, from time to time, there was a hint of indescribable gentleness in his eyes.

A ray of sunlight shone in through the window and onto Red Bean's face. On the oval face, the eyes were like lacquer, the skin was like jade, and the beautiful eyes were filled with longing.

The captivating red lips lightly caressed the hot porridge on the spoon, and with a twitch of her brows, an indescribable charm was revealed. At this moment, she was like a budding peony flower. She was beautiful, but not demonic. She was gorgeous, but not ordinary. She was extremely charming and incomparably beautiful.

At this moment, she did not seem to be the red bean that was emitting a seductive glow from her playful smile. Instead, she was like a snow lotus blossoming on the peak of a snowy mountain.

Noticing that my gaze was fixated on her, Red Bean didn't get angry. Instead, the corner of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

Red Bean was very patient to give me the bowl of porridge, spoonful by spoonful.

Since yesterday, when I left work, I have been in a state of high tension for a few hours. Add to that a series of strenuous exercises, and I can still feel myself. His legs felt weak.

After finishing a bowl of congee, Hong Dou served me another bowl. I hastily said, ”I'll just eat it myself.”

Red Bean looked at me coldly. He didn't say anything and just sat at his original spot, continuing to feed me one mouthful at a time.

After finishing the third bowl of porridge, the red bean finally stopped eating. I couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

I almost ate three bowls of porridge between happiness and suffering, feeling like I was about to collapse. Imagine such a beauty. Sitting next to you and feeding you mouthful by mouthful without a word, and wearing this kind of clothes, it's pretty bad.

After feeding me some porridge, Red Bean changed into a simple set of clothes. Without any makeup, he picked up his bag and said, ”You should rest first. I'm going out to buy some things.”