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The surroundings suddenly became quiet. The atmosphere in the kitchen, which could not be considered spacious, suddenly became a little thin because of the sudden stuffing of such a strong and bulky body.

Her uneasiness caused his good mood to immediately disappear. He coldly stared at her clear and indifferent face and spoke with an indifferent tone.

"I'm not your teacher!"

"?"

Puzzled, she raised her head. Her clear eyes were wide open, pure enough to make people want to destroy them.

"So you don't have to be like a student who makes a mistake every time you see me, bowing your head to the ground and looking pitiful!"

He mercilessly struck the weakness at the bottom of her heart, and a dangerous coldness seeped out of his thin lips.

Qiuye was startled, and recalled that the few times she interacted with him, was indeed because she was afraid of him. She also didn't know that every single time she faced him, she would want to escape.

She was a bit embarrassed and didn't open her eyes. Seeing the dishes and soup in the pot, she said without thinking,

"Do you want to eat together?"

After saying this, she looked at him in horror, wanting to bite off her tongue. Because she was not sure what kind of taste the soup, which should have been considered delicious, would have after she had mixed it up.

Thus, at the dining table, Qiuye kept his head down, not daring to raise his head at all. She didn't dare to eat it, afraid that she would smack herself to death after eating it. She was only symbolic as she ate the rice, feeling uneasy.

She did not expect him to come tonight, after she had just been a little glad for her peace. She thought that he had already thrown her out of the world. The feeling of falling from heaven into hell was truly too painful to bear.

After she ate another mouthful of rice without knowing what else was going on, his leisurely voice suddenly reached her ears.

"It seems that your life is quite comfortable?"

"Cough, cough!"

The rice in her mouth stuck in her throat, unable to be swallowed or coughed out. She seemed to have choked quite a bit as she hurriedly picked up the bowl of soup beside her that had not been touched since the soup was scooped out and gulped it down.

The next second, tears and snot immediately flowed out from her eyes. Her eyes were filled with tears as she looked at the tissue before her. She felt extremely embarrassed. Why did he always make a fool of himself in front of him?

After tidying herself up with great difficulty, Lin Qiuye glared at the dishes on the table in anger, unwilling to take another bite. Zhuang Shilee put down the chopsticks in his hand, his handsome face had a faint expression.

"You seem very afraid of me?"

He crossed his arms behind his back and raised his eyebrows at her.

"No!"

She was saying things from the bottom of her heart.

His tall body suddenly leaned over the table towards her, his long fingers caressing her cheek.

"Then... "Let's take a bath first!"

he whispered charmingly in her ear.

The warm air entered her ears, causing her face to flush red. She stood up abruptly, at a loss as to what to do.

"You, you go wash first, I'll clean up the dishes!"

With that said, he hurriedly ran into the kitchen with the bowl in his arms.

Zhuang Shilee put down his crossed long legs and lazily stood up. The corner of his mouth hooked up into a slight smile as he glanced in the direction of the kitchen, and then strode into the bedroom.

Lin Qiuye grinded on the kitchen until she finally finished washing the tableware. As she carefully walked out of the kitchen, she glanced up to catch a glimpse of him, who had just come out from the main bedroom. His body was only wrapped in a towel and there were still water droplets remaining on her well-built chest.

She stood there stiffly, her eyes darting to and fro, not daring to look at him, but he walked straight up to her, lifted her chin, and looked at the face that was coming closer and closer, and she was so frightened that she didn't even dare to breathe.

"You don't want to bathe?"

Lin Qiuye cursed him angrily in his heart, went around him and ran into the master bedroom, picked up his pajamas and rushed into the bathroom.

In fact, the master bedroom had a bathroom. She subconsciously didn't want to bathe there because she felt that it would be too dangerous.

An hour later, Lin Qiuye, who had already washed herself multiple times, was still hiding in the bathroom, unwilling to come out. Even now, she was still fantasizing in her heart, for her to bathe for so long, perhaps after leaving the bathroom, he would have already fallen asleep.

The impatient knock on the door completely shattered her beautiful dream.

"Lin Qiuye, are you sure you're bathing?"

"Oh …" "It's almost done!"

Realizing she had nowhere else to go, she hurried out of the toilet, grabbed a hairdryer, and began to dry her hair.

Hearing the sound of a blower coming from inside, Zhuang Shilee's distinct facial features turned cold. This damned woman, she actually dared to play with him!

After blowing her hair for half a day, she heard that there seemed to be no sound coming from outside the door, so she tightened and tightened the towel on her body. Then, she quietly opened the bathroom door.

She would have to face what was supposed to come. She wouldn't be able to hide from Junior High even if she wanted to.