Rival roommate wants to be my boyfriend

After buying some ingredients for western food, Cheng Yue followed An Mingyu back to his apartment.

No one lived in the house for a while, so it was a bit deserted, but there was no dust, as if someone had cleaned it.

An Mingyu turned on the air conditioner: "Sit casually, dinner will be fine."

"Okay." Cheng Yue watched him enter the kitchen, and clicked on the chat box with Zhang Tingting.

He hesitated for a while, but couldn't find anything to say.

After reading her reply twice again, Cheng Yue gave up the entanglement, got up and went into the kitchen.

To be honest, he was more curious about how An Mingyu cooks.

The opponent's figure was tall, blocking most of the field of vision. Cheng Yue probed to take a look, and found that he was holding a small flame-breathing gun in his hand and was grilling a steak.

An Mingyu noticed him and turned around: "Want to play?"

Cheng Yue felt itchy.

But he has never cooked Western food, and he has never eaten it a few times, let alone use these novel tools.

He shook his head: "No, I'm afraid I'll burn it for you."

An Mingyu came over, put out the fire-breathing gun, and handed it over: "I'll teach you, it's very simple."

Cheng Yue hesitated for less than a moment, but couldn't help but hold it.

An Mingyu stepped aside and stood behind him: "Can you teach me by hand? Teacher Cheng."

Cheng Yue was taken aback for a moment, then realized, nodded: "Yes, yes."

As soon as he finished speaking, his right hand was held by An Mingyu. The temperature of the other's palm was very high, guiding his hand movements: "Press and hold the first button to adjust the size of the flame by yourself."

The steak sizzled under the grill, with a meaty aroma.

Cheng Yue lowered his head, his eyes fell on his right hand which was held by An Mingyu.

In such a comparison, his hands seem to be much smaller than An Mingyu's.

The latter's other arm was around his shoulder, and it looked like Cheng Yue was being carried into An Mingyu's arms from behind.

Suddenly, a very faint scent floated over the tip of my nose.

Kind of smells like wood, but better than that.

"Teacher Cheng wants to eat a bit cooked..."

Cheng Yue turned his head and sniffed the sleeves of the person behind him.

An Mingyu's words were hidden on her lips.

The pressure on the finger is released, and the flame gun is extinguished.

Cheng Yue suddenly realized what he was doing, quickly raised his head and moved a little away: "Sorry...I, I smelled a fragrance just now."

The air was silent for a few seconds.

An Mingyu let go of him, and slightly hooked her lips: "It's okay."

He reached out and picked up the green plant from a disk next to it, and handed it to Cheng Yue: "This is it, rosemary, I'll add it to taste later."

After speaking, the cell phone rang in the living room.

It's not Cheng Yue's.

"I'm going to answer the phone." An Mingyu turned around, "Teacher Cheng, please bake it for me."

"it is good."

After he left, Cheng Yue restarted the flame gun and pointed it at the steak to roast slowly.

He glanced again at the back of the hand that had just been held.

I always feel that An Mingyu's palms are hotter than fire.

illusion.he thinks.

How can human body temperature be compared with fire.

Cheng Yue thought of the aroma, picked up the rosemary, put it in front of his nose and smelled it.

He frowned and put it back.

Not this taste.

Just now it seemed... It was An Mingyu's scent, very special.

Too weak to smell it clearly.

After answering the phone, An Mingyu walked back to the kitchen, took a look, and laughed, "Mr. Cheng, it's going to be burnt."

Cheng Yue looked down and saw that the edge of the steak was charred black.

He quickly turned off the fire: "I'm sorry, I was distracted just now..."

An Mingyu didn't care too much, and came closer to look at him: "Why are you so blushing?"

Cheng Yue: "..."

"Fire." He lowered his head, "The fire is too hot."

Put the fire-breathing gun back into An Mingyu's hand: "I won't play anymore, come on."

After Cheng Yue finished speaking, he left the kitchen without waiting for his response.

"The air conditioner is turned on in the living room. If it's still too hot, you can turn it down a little bit." An Mingyu raised her voice behind him.

"..." Cheng Yue's face became hotter.

He sat on the sofa for a while, and took a peek at the people in the kitchen. Seeing that his back was facing this way, Cheng Yue stood up and ran to the front of the air conditioner.

Put your face against the air outlet, and the cold air hits your face, which finally dissipated a lot of the heat just now.

After blowing for a while, Cheng Yue felt much better. He turned his head and found a floor-to-ceiling mirror beside him.

The bangs of the person in the mirror were blown up on top of his head, his forehead was fair, but his cheeks were rosy as if he had just finished a run.

Even the eye sockets are a little red.

Cheng Yue opened his eyes wide.

...is this him?

How could he be like this?

He refused to believe it, quickly turned his head away, and continued to cool down physically against the air conditioner.

When An Mingyu came out with two well-prepared dinners, Cheng Yue had almost turned into a popsicle, and finally returned to normal.

Not long after, he caught a glimpse of the blackened edges of the steak on the other's plate.

"..." Cheng Yue held the fork and looked away guiltily.

There were no bedding and utensils left in the apartment, and they still had to go back to the dormitory after dinner.

"How is my craftsmanship? Teacher Cheng commented and commented." Standing in the elevator, An Mingyu asked.

Cheng Yue didn't put his mind on tasting the food at all, his mind was full of An Mingyu eating his charred steak, why did An Mingyu smell so good, was it because his hands were hot or the temperature of the fire was too high, how could he blush? this way...

Countless questions filled Cheng Yue's mind.

"It's delicious." He tried his best to look calm, "The meat is very tender."

This compliment was too perfunctory, and An Mingyu couldn't pick up the words.

At the gate of the community, Cheng Yue lowered his head and thought about finding something to talk about. He didn't look at the road and almost bumped into someone head-on.

Seeing who came, he froze: "Qian Fangkai."

An Mingyu stepped forward, stretched out her hand to pull him back, and blocked her behind.

Qian Fangkai was obviously not having a good time recently, his hair and clothes were covered with dust, he looked like a beggar.

He grinned and smiled at Cheng Yue: "Little Cheng Yue, it's been a long time since I saw you, miss me? Why every time I go to you to catch up with the old days, there will be this unsightly follower?"

"Surnamed An, how does Xiao Chengyue feel? Does it make you want to stop?"

An Mingyu ignored him, turned her head to Cheng Yue and said, "Call the police."

Cheng Yue: "Be careful—!"

While he was speaking, Qian Fangkai rushed towards them.

An Mingyu reacted very quickly and raised his hand to block him, but he didn't expect that Qian Fangkai didn't come empty-handed.

He has a knife!

The severe pain spread from the palm of the hand to the brain, and An Mingyu's hand was covered with blood.

Cheng Yue was in a hurry, he dialed out the dial in a panic.By the time he finished calling the police, the two people in front of him had already started fighting.

He looked around, the guard's office was empty, and no one knew where he had gone.He suddenly found a fire extinguisher by the door.

Cheng Yue picked up the fire extinguisher, turned around and wanted to throw it at Qian Fangkai.

The scene in front of him stopped his movements——

Qian Fangkai, who was still very arrogant just now, has been shackled by An Mingyu, and his whole body is pressed to the ground.

An Mingyu looked ruthless, and was grabbing Qian Fangkai's head and smashing it vigorously on the floor, hitting his wound, and he grinned, unable to yell out in pain.

There was a lot of blood on the ground, I don't know whose.The knife had already been beaten and landed in the distance.

"An... An Mingyu..."

He saw An Mingyu lowered his head and whispered something in Qian Fangkai's ear.

The distance was too far, and his voice was too low, Cheng Yue couldn't hear clearly.

But he could see Qian Fangkai's face turning pale instantly.

Not long after, the police rushed in. An Mingyu stood up and glanced at him without much emotion in his eyes.His neckline was torn, blood was still dripping from his hands, and scarlet was stained on his forehead.

It was something Cheng Yue had never seen before.

Qian Fangkai was tortured away.

Cheng Yue's mind was still numb, and when the fire extinguisher was taken from his arms, he realized that he followed An Mingyu's footsteps.

After finishing the record and treating the wound in the hospital, the two sat on the public bench.

Cheng Yue raised his head and glanced at An Mingyu.

The latter lowered his eyelashes, did not look at him, and showed no unnecessary expressions.

From the very beginning, An Mingyu seemed to have a special aura around her.

Cheng Yue opened his mouth, and glanced at his gauze-wrapped right hand, feeling a bit hesitant to talk to him for some reason.

"Teacher Cheng." An Mingyu stretched her long legs and put a sticker on Cheng Yue's thigh, "My hand hurts."

With just one sentence, the cold aura around him disappeared instantly.

It must be a lie to say that he doesn't feel distressed, Cheng Yue tentatively held his wrist and asked, "Then...shall I brag to you?"

"Okay." An Mingyu smiled faintly, and put her arms in front of him.

Cheng Yue lowered his head and blew on his wound very lightly.

Through the gauze, I can't actually feel anything.

But An Mingyu lowered her eyes and quietly stared at the person in front of her for a moment.Cheng Yue frowned slightly, his raised eyelashes couldn't conceal the concern in his eyes.

It was amazing, he just felt that the wound didn't hurt as much as before.

It turns out that blowing can really relieve pain.

"He won't come out so easily this time." An Mingyu said suddenly.

Cheng Yue stopped and looked up.

An Mingyu helped him push his bangs away with her uninjured hand, smiled lightly, and resumed her usual lazy and gentle tone: "Is Mr. Cheng scared?"

He was indeed a little frightened, the first half was because he saw An Mingyu was injured, and a small part was frightened by An Mingyu's cold face just now.

He said "hmm" and replied honestly: "I didn't know you would fight."

"Afraid of me?" An Mingyu raised an eyebrow.

Cheng Yue shook his head, hesitated for a few seconds, and gestured again: "Only a little."

An Mingyu looked at him for a while, then suddenly laughed.

"I'm not very scared..." Cheng Yue thought he was laughing at himself, "I'm just...a little surprised."

"Well, I know." An Mingyu smiled.

Cheng Yue was a little annoyed, and turned his head away from helping him.

An Mingyu didn't let him go, she stretched out her arms to embrace him and asked him, "What does Teacher Cheng think of me?"

"..." Cheng Yue pinched his cuffs, recalling his previous impression of An Mingyu, "very gentle."

An Mingyu moved her finger, but did not interrupt him.

"Study very well, very smart, very good at everything." Cheng Yue whispered, "It seems a little cold and difficult to get along with, but...in fact, it is easy to talk, very enthusiastic, and righteous..."

Before he finished speaking, An Mingyu couldn't restrain a low laugh from next to his ear: "I'm so good?"

Cheng Yue's ears started to turn red again.

This was his impression of An Mingyu before the fight.

Now...he felt a little complicated, not sure if his original opinion was correct.

"I'm not as good as you think, Mr. Cheng." An Mingyu leaned against his ear, and her warm breath rushed to his ear.

Cheng Yue and him looked at each other, and the latter looked peacefully: "When I get angry, I will fight with people and beat them to the last breath, just like Qian Fangkai did just now. He was lucky, the police came too soon. "

Recalling the time when she was messed up in high school, An Mingyu twitched the corner of her mouth lightly.

"When I'm in a bad mood, I like to smoke. I smoke whole packs. I also drink alcohol. I get drunk. I lie on the ground and talk nonsense. I don't bother to take a bath. My whole body smells of alcohol and tobacco."

"I'm also not good at talking, not enthusiastic, not righteous, and not gentle."

"I'm very vengeful and narrow-minded."

"If anyone provokes me, I will remember him forever."

The last sentence was spoken very slowly, but with a bit of ruthlessness.

After he finished speaking, he waited for a few seconds and asked in a low voice, "Are you still afraid of me, Mr. Cheng?"

Cheng Yue's heart beat fast.

Obviously what the other party said was not good, but he still felt hot.

He swallowed his throat and shook his head lightly: "Not afraid."

"I don't know what you look like to other people."

An Mingyu raised his eyes.

Cheng Yue pursed his lips, and said firmly: "But I just think you are warm-hearted, righteous, and gentle. You have never smoked a lot of cigarettes and drank a lot of wine in front of me, and you don't smell bad at all."

He lowered his head and sniffed An Mingyu's clothes again under An Mingyu's slightly surprised gaze.

"You are very fragrant." Cheng Yue looked at him, "The aroma I mentioned earlier was from you, not rosemary."

An Mingyu was dumbfounded.

After a long while, he finally said in a deep voice: "From now on, you are not allowed to smell other people's body."

"I haven't." Cheng Yue frowned and retorted, "I only smelled you."

"..." An Mingyu stood up with her chin tense, put one hand in her pocket, and changed the subject, "Are you sleepy? The bedroom is closed, and I can't sleep there. Go to the hotel tonight?"