Gold Medal Sweetheart

Chapter 89 Ginger and Brown Sugar Water

He stood up and went to the bathroom, "I'll take a shower too."

"Ah."

After a while, the sound of water dripping onto the floor could be heard from the bathroom. This sound struck Tang Xin's eardrums, and blushing images kept drilling into her mind.

The suppressed reverie, accompanied by the sound of water, beats against the end of the mind, wave after wave.

Tang Xin, who was sitting on the sofa playing with her phone, cursed herself for not paying attention and why she was so easily distracted by the noise.

The sound of water made Tang Xin a little irritated, and her mind was not on her phone at all. She simply put her phone down, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked out into the distance.

After being baptized by rain, the city, under the refraction of beautiful lights, the clear water light seems to have covered it with a layer of colorful clothes, and the breeze blows, making it sway gracefully.

My mood seemed to calm down in an instant.

After a while, the access control video beeped. Tang Xin walked over and saw it was the delivery boy. She pressed the door open button and soon heard a knock on the door.

Tang Xin opened the door and the delivery guy handed her two bags. Tang Xin reached out to take them, but a steady male voice rang out from behind her, "Give them to me."

The delivery guy looked inside and replied respectfully, "Okay, here you go, sir."

"Sir?" How did he come to such a conclusion based on his own imagination? Tang Xin felt extremely uncomfortable and embarrassed after hearing this. Her face turned unnatural and she stiffly withdrew her outstretched hand. However, she didn't seem to need to explain to the delivery boy.

The man's tall and straight body came from the side, stood in front of the girl forcefully, and took the takeaway bag.

Tang Xin took a closer look and was speechless. Pajamas of the same style and color - no wonder the delivery guy would think so. These identical pajamas made them look like a young couple living at home.

Jin Taize placed the takeout on the dining table, and Tang Xin cooperated by taking it out of the bag. Jin Taize went to the kitchen to get the cutlery, handed it to Tang Xin, and said, "Put the food on the plate." Tang Xin nodded obediently.

Jin Taize put one hand in the pocket of his pajama pants, leaned lazily against a wall, and watched Tang Xin busy at the dining table silently. Suddenly, he felt that life had become warmer. It would be nice if the days could pass slowly like this.

His heart was filled with satisfaction. He frowned, picked up his phone, clicked on the tip for the rider in the takeaway review, and entered the amount.

The guy who had just walked out a short distance was stunned for a long time when he saw the number pop up on the screen. He had never received so many tips before, and this order made the whole night worth it. It felt like this was the highlight of his food delivery career.

"Why are there two bags of brown sugar?" Tang Xin turned around and asked curiously, wondering if the delivery guy had made a mistake.

Jin Taize raised his head, walked over and took the brown sugar from Tang Xin's hand, looked it over, and said calmly: "I bought it and made some ginger sugar water for you. I have ginger at home, but no brown sugar." The convenience store and the restaurant are close to each other, and they deliver to the same address, so they were probably assigned to the same delivery boy when the order was placed at the same time.

Tang Xin was stunned. Cooking ginger sugar water for her? Could it be that he bought it specifically for her to ward off the cold after she got caught in the rain?

Jin Taize walked over, took the brown sugar from Tang Xin's hand, and walked towards the kitchen.

Soon, the sound of chopping vegetables could be heard from inside. Tang Xin followed to see Jin Taize pouring water into minced ginger and brown sugar and starting to boil. As Tang Xin watched, she felt a sudden sense of unreality. Could the usually well-dressed, arrogant, and rude President Jin actually be cooking?

When Jin Taize stood in front of Tang Xin holding a cup of brown sugar water, Tang Xin suddenly felt a sense of reality when she saw his exquisite face through the mist rising from the cup.

"Can she be both a lady in the living room and a housewife in the kitchen?" Tang Xin took the cup he handed over, with a hint of playfulness in her eyes and eyebrows, but she didn't realize that she was making people feel a little confused.

"If you can make brown sugar, you can also get into bed." Jin Taize raised the corner of his eye, revealing a sexy and wanton look. "Do you want to try it?"

Tang Xin glanced at him unhappily. He had a really loose mouth and could say anything. Wasn't he shameless?

Tang Xin's mind was not on the cup in her hand, and she subconsciously put it to her lips. Before Jin Taize could say a kind reminder, Tang Xin shuddered at the heat.

Tang Xin frowned, and the tip of her tongue slipped out of her mouth and moved across her lower lip like a small snake. "It's so hot."

Jin Taize, who had originally wanted to laugh, was aroused by her actions, and it felt as if there were poisonous insects crawling in his bones and blood, and all the blood in his body rushed to one place.

He walked forward, his voice heavy with a hint of hoarseness, "Are you okay?" He lowered his head, pinched Tang Xin's jaw with one hand, and placed the tip of his thumb on Tang Xin's tongue, examining her carefully.

A warm sensation spread across the tip of her tongue, and Tang Xin instinctively retracted it. Supported by his hand, her face unconsciously tilted upwards as she gazed at Jin Taize's three-dimensional features, a shudder running through her heart.

She slapped the man's hand away, not daring to look at him, and said in a voice as thin as paper, "It's okay."