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"Alright!" Ann Ya turned around with two big bowls of noodles in her hands and bumped into Lee Ming's eyes.

Ann Ya was scared witless by his stare. It was as if she was about to be eaten the next second.

Moreover, if she discovered him, this man wouldn't dodge at all.

Ann Ya had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk forward step by step while facing the man's gaze.

She placed the tray on the tea table and scooped up the noodles one by one. She then placed the chopsticks on the table and asked, "How about a taste?"

As she ate, Ann Ya had a strange habit of not eating things that were not good-looking …

Thus, when cooking these two bowls of noodles, not to mention the taste, the appearance was actually quite good. The snow-white noodles were covered with a few pieces of dark green oily wheat vegetables. On top of the noodles lay a fragrant golden egg, sprinkled with red chili peppers.

"It looks good." Lee Ming gave a rare praise.

"Right." Anyone would like to hear their dishes praised. Ann Ya smiled and narrowed her eyes, "Quickly try a bite."

Lee Ming picked up the chopsticks and picked a pinch.

The way a man ate was leisurely and cozy. It was not the look he had when he was pretending to eat. Although they were both refined and reserved, the feeling of being able to live like a prince emanated from his bones.

Ann Ya ate her bowl in silence. At the same time, she couldn't help but secretly size up the man sitting opposite her.

The man's lips were red and thin. Because the food had a layer of faint oily gloss, it was even more enchanting, and the man's beauty was seductive.

Ann Ya felt her heartbeat quicken. She couldn't help but stuff a piece of oatmeal into her mouth to calm down. The rain outside was muffled, and the orange light in the room was quiet and warm.

A confused memory of that night came back to him.

Ann Ya's heart almost jumped out of her chest.

"Anything else?"

"Ah?" Oh! "There's more." Ann Ya hurriedly stood up and reached out to grab the man's bowl. During the handover, he accidentally touched Lee Ming's finger.

Ann Ya's face instantly turned red.

The man looked at Ann Ya with a peculiar expression. Ann Ya quickly hid and turned around to head to the kitchen.

The kitchen was open, but with her back facing Lee Ming, Ann Ya quickly calmed down. As she fished out noodles for him, she thought, "I'm in quite a bad situation with Lee Ming right now."

This man, despite his wishes, had forcefully inserted himself into her life, and had not given her the slightest chance to resist.

The weirdest thing was that she felt that she could still get along with Lee Ming like this.

Ann Ya felt that her forehead must have been pinched. Wasn't he now Lee Ming's mistress?

She sighed in her heart. Those mistresses were all willing to take a beating. The woman either sought money or spent a happy time in order to be comforted by her feelings.

However, right now, she didn't want to do anything. She only wanted to be a pure person.

Her previous misconceptions could only be blamed on this man's high wrist and looks. Those two followers, Ah Bao, even said Young Master Li was clean. It was probably because he had been in love for a long time and understood that there were tens of thousands of flowers growing in it.

However, he was indeed tricked by Lee Ming.

As the first man in her life, every word and action still had a great impact on her.

Ann Ya gave the noodles to Lee Ming. The man seemed to be hungry. Although he ate elegantly, his speed was not slow. He took out a thin, white towel from his inside pocket and wiped his mouth after two big bowls of noodles.

After using it, the thin towel was thrown into the trash can.

Ann Ya took a glance at it. It was probably a one-time consumable.

Ann Ya was rather surprised by Lee Ming's habit. There were very few women, let alone men who used towels. But how could a person not have a few quirks?

Just like Ann Ya, he had quite a few small habits.

She cleaned up the dishes and took them to the kitchen to wash. The man leaned against the bar counter that was separated from him. His tall body leaned against the bar. He was more carefree and uninhibited than usual.

The only sounds that could be heard were the sound of flowing water and the light clashing of bowls and chopsticks. After Ann Ya finished her meal, she wanted to let Lee Ming go.

However, these words were hard to say, Lee Ming himself did not have any intention of leaving.

Ann Ya was so conflicted that she finished washing the dishes and took two pieces of paper to wipe her hands. As the sound of footsteps got closer, a warm body approached behind her. Ann Ya could not help but stiffen her back.

Lee Ming held her in his arms. The fragrance made him unable to stop himself from sniffing Ann Ya's hair. That kind of feeling was as if he was addicted to drinking poison.

Ann Ya's hands paused for a moment as she felt ashamed and indignant. This man was here at all times! Why did he greet her so quickly?

Ann Ya's heart skipped a beat and she became dumbstruck.

Lee Ming was a bit dissatisfied, he couldn't find the zip. It was like placing a fresh and juicy steak in front of him, but not finding a knife or fork to cut it open.

Lee Ming fumbled around for a while before deciding to take action.

Today, Ann Ya wore a long dress with the word "v" on the collar. It was quite convenient for Lee Ming.

The moment she came into contact with Ann Ya, she screamed and pushed Lee Ming's hand away.

"Clatter, clank clank ~ ~ ~"

Lee Ming had already pressed Ann Ya onto the stove. Next to her was a neatly placed rack with bowls. This time, they were all smashed into pieces on the floor.

Lee Ming subconsciously let go of Ann Ya. Ann Ya squatted and reached out her hand to pick it up.

"Don't …" Seeing Ann Ya's actions, Lee Ming hurriedly stopped her. He didn't expect it to be too late.

"Hiss — —" Ann Ya whispered in pain as she put her index finger into her mouth.

"Hand it over, let me see." The man's face was stern and his voice carried a hint of anger.

Ann Ya took out her index finger. Because of the drool, it was still wet and had a one-centimeter wound on it. It seemed to have penetrated her finger.

The wound was still oozing blood, and in some places, the color of flesh could be seen.

"To the hospital." The man frowned and pulled Ann Ya up. Those charming thoughts from before had disappeared.

Ann Ya's mouth still had a taste of rust. With Lee Ming's tugging on her, her body couldn't help but pause for a second: "No need, little injury, no need to go to the hospital."