Just met you: This guy is a bit warm

Seeing Song Shiye's indifferent expression, as if he was dissatisfied with the title, Su Ruonan frowned and bit the chopsticks unconsciously in her mouth as she thought.

Her pink lips were stained with juice, and the dark chopsticks in her mouth were flashing with tiny light. A burst of heat rushed to her lower abdomen, and there seemed to be flames burning in Song Shiye's eyes.

Song Shiye took a few deep breaths without leaving any trace, trying to relieve the heat in his waist and abdomen, but he seemed to have overestimated his own composure in front of Su Ruonan, and the feeling of heat did not decrease but gradually increased.

"Mrs. Song, how about you call me by my name, Shi Ye?"

She could never bring herself to call Su Ruonan her husband. Su Ruonan felt that calling him Shi Ye was the most appropriate at the moment. It was neither unfamiliar nor too intimate.

Su Ruonan nodded gently to show her agreement, opened her cherry lips slightly, and called out softly: "Shi Ye"

The sweet voice was filled with the shyness of a young girl. Song Shiye felt like he was about to explode. His lower abdomen was in unbearable pain, so he pretended to be calm and said, "You eat first. I'm going to the bathroom."

Su Ruonan naturally didn't notice anything strange about Song Shiye, and she was just enjoying the delicious food on the table.

The food Song Shiye cooked was just perfect for Su Ruonan's taste, light yet delicious. Su Ruonan couldn't help but eat an extra bowl of rice, but the consequence of being greedy was that she ended up overeating.

Su Ruonan felt a little uncomfortable at the moment. It turned out that one should not be greedy. She leaned lazily on the back of the dining chair and rubbed her slightly protruding belly.

The food on the table was already cold. Su Ruonan looked towards the bathroom, but Song Shiye hadn't come out yet.

After waiting for a while, Su Ruonan decided to stand on the balcony to digest the food.

Song Shiye's house has a great view. Because it is on a high floor and on the top floor, there is no building blocking the view, and the vision is very broad. The high-rise buildings in Beijing's CBD are all in sight. It is noon now, and there are not many pedestrians on the road. There are only uniformed delivery guys riding electric scooters on the road.

Song Shiye came out of the bathroom, his body still damp from the shower. A few strands of hair that had been accidentally wetted were stained with a few drops of water, which slowly dripped down his hair.

There was no sign of Su Ruonan at the dining table. Song Shiye's heart tightened and he searched for Su Ruonan's figure in panic. It was not until Song Shiye saw Su Ruonan's cell phone on the coffee table that he felt relieved.

He had stood behind Su Ruonan countless times, looking at her back greedily, but in an instant, that slender figure disappeared.

A gust of wind blew, and the curtains on the balcony were gently lifted. The familiar figure came into view again. Song Shiye stared at the balcony closely, fearing that this was a scene that had appeared in his dreams countless times, and he would be slammed back to reality when he woke up.

But this time it was not a dream. The person in the dream was really standing in front of him, appearing in their shared home.

As if she noticed the noise in the living room, Su Ruonan walked towards the living room and saw Song Shiye standing there: "Are you going to take a shower?"

Anyone who saw it could clearly see that he had just showered. Su Ruonan was a little surprised. Was Song Shiye a germaphobe? He even had to take a shower after lunch in the middle of the day. It seemed that if she lived with Song Shiye, she would have to pay more attention to her hygiene.

Hearing Su Ruonan's words and meeting those innocent eyes, Song Shiye's gaze was somewhat evasive. He spoke in a casual tone, pretending to be calm, "Yeah, you smell like vegetables."

Su Ruonan became even more certain that Song Shiye was a mysophobia sufferer.

It looked like Song Shiye wasn't going to continue eating. "Then I'll go wash the dishes," Su Ruonan said, and went into the kitchen. Song Shiye followed closely behind, his tone quite serious and firm: "Mrs. Song, detergent hurts your hands. I'll wash the dishes. You go to the living room and watch TV for a while."

Seeing Song Shiye insisted, Su Ruonan had no choice but to go to the living room.

Although the TV was playing Su Ruonan's favorite variety show, if you look closely, you can see that although Su Ruonan's eyes were fixed on the TV screen, she was not paying attention to the content on TV.

Sitting on the soft and large sofa, listening to the sound of water and the gentle collision of dishes coming from the kitchen, Su Ruonan's heart softened and her eyes became warm.

Apart from my grandma and best friend, it seems like no one treats me so well.

Song Shiye is really a good person!

Seeing Song Shiye coming out of the kitchen, Su Ruonan stood up and looked up at Song Shiye: "I'll go out later."

Hearing this, Song Shiye looked at Su Ruonan, whose eyes were red, and quickly walked up to her. His tone was filled with anxiety, "Are you crying? Did something happen?"

Su Ruonan couldn't say that she was moved to tears because he was so kind to her, that would be too embarrassing, so she looked around, not daring to look Song Shiye in the eye: "No... It's okay, I just couldn't help crying when I saw something touching on TV."

Looking at Su Ruonan whose fingers were tugging at the corner of her clothes and torturing them, Song Shiye knew that Su Ruonan was lying.

Could it be that he was thinking about Jiang Mingyu? This thought suddenly flashed through Song Shiye's mind, making his eyes darken instantly. The loneliness in Song Shiye's eyes flashed by, and was quickly hidden and disappeared.

He said lightly: "Let's go, I'll take you there."

"No, I'm just going to the supermarket to buy some things and will be back soon."

"I'll take you there. I'm worried about you being alone."

"I'm not a child." She swallowed the words that were about to come out of her mouth. Seeing Song Shiye's firm tone, Su Ruonan had to compromise.

Song Shiye lives in a place with a superior geographical location, making life very convenient. There are several large supermarkets not far from his home.

The two of them went out together and went to the nearest supermarket, which was only a few minutes' walk away.

It was noon and a weekday, and there were few customers in the supermarket except the staff.

This supermarket is very big and Su Ruonan has never been here before. After searching for a long time, she still couldn't find what she wanted, so she had to ask the staff for help.

Song Shiye pushed the shopping cart and followed Su Ruonan without a trace of impatience.

Finally, on a shelf at the back of the supermarket, Su Ruonan found the underwear storage box she wanted to buy.

After some careful selection, Su Ruonan chose an opaque storage box. There was no underwear logo on the box, and Su Ruonan was very satisfied.

The storage box was placed at the top of the shelf. Su Ruonan stood on tiptoe and stretched her hand upwards, but still couldn't take the storage box down. Just as Su Ruonan was about to ask the staff for help, a slender arm gently lifted up, took the storage box down effortlessly, and then put it in the cart beside her.

"Thank you." Su Ruonan said thank you out of habit.

Song Shiye's tone was a little cold: "Mrs. Song, there is no need to thank me between you and me."

"I'm sorry, I'm just used to saying thank you." Seeing that Song Shiye was a little unhappy, Su Ruonan hurriedly apologized again.

Growing up with her grandmother without her parents' company, she was ridiculed by other children as a child who was not loved by her parents. As a result, Su Ruonan has a sensitive and cautious personality. Except for her close girlfriends, she is very cautious when interacting with others.