dizziness

Owen opened his eyes in a daze, touched the side beside him habitually, found that it was empty, and took a hard look at the alarm clock beside the bed.

"Fuck!" Owen yelled, jumped up from the bed in an instant, and then he was completely awake. Hearing movement from the living room, Owen hurried out of the room while putting on his clothes, "Did you touch me? The alarm clock is on! It’s already this time, why didn’t you wake me up?!”

"Isn't the third test for candidates starting at 10 o'clock today? I just want you to sleep a little longer."

Hearing Owen's slightly reproachful voice, Ruan Miaomiao, who was making breakfast, came out of the kitchen and explained with a disturbed expression.

Another year of entrance examinations for freshmen is approaching. As an associate professor, Owen has to take part in the invigilation of the three exams. Although Owen himself has always slipped away from such things, he has been slipping away for two consecutive years. This time, he cannot escape. Because the school did not have enough teachers during the exam period, current students like Ruan Miaomiao began to take a week-long freshman exam leave.

Owen looked at Ruan Miaomiao, who was wiping her hands with an apron, with a flustered and innocent look on her face. No matter how you looked at it, she was so damn sexy. Owen obviously couldn't bear such a seductive scene early in the morning, and rushed into the bathroom frowning.

Ruan Miaomiao thought he was angry, so she hurried up, stood outside the closed door and said, "What's wrong, did I get the time wrong, I'm sorry..."

"Forget it, it's not your fault," Owen said while peeing, "there is a temporary change in the school, I forgot to tell you."

Hearing the sound of water coming from inside, Ruan Miaomiao swallowed her throat, and said with a slightly heated face, "Is that so, why did it suddenly change?"

"Hey, it's not thanks to your dad. It's not like you don't know that at your dad's solo exhibition last year, the owner of an American gallery bought your dad's paintings. No, the US diplomatic ambassador visited last month and actually went to The gallery was looking for an oil painting with Chinese characteristics as a gift for a visit, but it ended up picking your dad’s one, heh, do you think it’s interesting.”

"I know about this. What does that have to do with the freshman exam?"

"It's okay," Owen straightened his pants and said, "Your dad is very popular now, and the number of candidates this year has skyrocketed, so the school plans to add another exam. The third exam will naturally be brought forward. Speaking of which, I also admire you. Dad, it’s amazing to be able to think of painting like that, I’ve never heard of you before.”

Ruan Miaomiao was a little surprised that Irving admired people, and suddenly opened the door and said, "Really? I think you are more talented, and I like to look at your paintings."

"go out!"

Owen kicked the door shut, Ruan Miaomiao chuckled outside the door, and Owen was so pleased by what he said, even the corners of his mouth kept rising.

"My breakfast is almost ready, you'd better eat something before leaving."

Ruan Miaomiao's nasal tone made it hard to refuse. Owen looked at his watch and brushed his teeth while slurring his pronunciation: "No, it's too late."

"Then pack up quickly, I'll make you a bento right now, fill your stomach when you're hungry, what do you want to eat?"

"Anything, the simplest, eat whatever you have, the sooner the better."

Owen knows that Ruan Miaomiao is stubborn. Although he has matured a lot now, this point has not changed. If he is not allowed to make something to take away, the next sentence may be "My mother said that it is a big deal, and I have to eat ", the result is the same all the time.

Ruan Miaomiao repeatedly agreed, and as soon as he entered the kitchen here, Owen rushed out of the bathroom, changed his clothes, put on a windbreaker and walked to the entrance, and drank a glass of milk as he passed the dining table.

"Miaomiao, I have to go! Let it be if it's too late! You won't die of starvation if you skip a meal or two!"

Owen urged impatiently with his shoes on. Since living together with Ruan Miaomiao, three meals a day have been fixed and fixed like clockwork. Even Owen himself is worried that if he eats like this every day, his body will lose shape ahead of time.

"Wait a minute," Ruan Miaomiao quickly walked out with the bento box and handed it to him, "If you don't eat it, you will get stomach problems. That's how my mother left."

Owen was stunned suddenly, feeling that Ruan Miaomiao's fingers were trembling, knowing that he was reminded of his mother's death from stomach cancer, Owen shook his hand vigorously: "Well, I see, I will eat them all, tonight wait me back."

Ruan Miaomiao nodded with a smile, Owen put on his shoes, opened the door and rushed into the elevator.

"Owen!"

When the elevator door was about to close, Ruan Miaomiao suddenly called out, and Owen hurriedly pressed the door open button and leaned over to look.

"Your car keys."

Ruan Miaomiao leaned against the door and held the keychain in his hand. Owen looked at his watch again and said anxiously, "Throw it to me!"

They were all ready to take over, but Ruan Miaomiao still stood motionless by the door, looking at him with a smile on his face.

Owen was so anxious that he couldn't help it. He sighed and exited the elevator and ran over. As soon as his fingers touched the key fob, he was pulled into his arms by Ruan Miaomiao.

"Hey, don't mess around..."

"You have milk around your lips."

Before Owen finished speaking, Ruan Miaomiao pinched his jaw and kissed him involuntarily.

The entanglement of lips and teeth was mixed with the faint smell of milk. Owen was pressed against the door by Ruan Miaomiao and sucked hard. Both of them were breathing rapidly. Before Owen could respond, Ruan Miaomiao had already untied his collar and bit his. neck.

"Okay, okay, I'm going to be late..."

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Owen hurriedly pushed and stopped him, but Ruan Miaomiao hugged him even tighter, and murmured unwillingly, "If you're late, don't go..."

"Oh, my young master Ruan," Owen's neck was itchy, and he pushed him away with a smile, "Don't go to work, you support me?"

"It's not impossible..." Ruan Miaomiao nodded honestly.

Owen tidied up his clothes and said with a smile, "Thank you, you should support yourself first."

"you do not believe me?"

Seeing Ruan Miaomiao's serious frown, Owen smiled wryly and shook his head: "You guys can't even tell what is a joke? This is exactly the same as your father. Okay, okay, I really have to go, what do you have to say to me?" Come back and talk about it."

After Owen finished speaking in a hurry, he patted Ruan Miaomiao on the shoulder, turned around and ran to the elevator door, and just pressed the button when he heard a voice behind him.

"Owen," Ruan Miaomiao looked at him straight, and Owen bit his lip when he turned around for no reason, and said slowly, "I really love you."

Although he has heard Ruan Miaomiao's confession countless times over the past year, his heart beats faster every time he hears Owen, especially Ruan Miaomiao's uneasy expression makes his stomach feel hot, and he looks anxiously. Seeing that the elevator was still on the third floor, before Owen had time to hesitate, he rushed to Ruan Miaomiao, hugged his head, and kissed his forehead and lips forcefully.

"I love you too."

Ruan Miaomiao was startled unexpectedly, and then watched the elevators slowly close with a smile.

When Owen arrived at the examination room, he was still about ten minutes late, and he almost endured the staring eyes of those old antiques all morning.

Because there were too many candidates, the schedule for the additional test was very tight, and the break in the middle was only about 30 minutes, so there was no time to go to the cafeteria to eat. Owen thought to himself that luckily Ruan Miaomiao had prepared a bento. After taking the last puff of cigarettes, Owen opened the bento. After just one glance, the smile froze completely.

Casually, the simplest, eat whatever you have, the sooner the better.

Owen looked at the box full of kimchi, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

The two realized that now, Ruan Miaomiao had indeed changed a lot, but there seemed to be many things that hadn't changed, for example, she was not smooth as always.

But Owen seemed to like this about him, so he couldn't help smiling and put a piece into his mouth, chewing carefully.

For southerners, perhaps kimchi is the most homely dish.

At least Owen thinks so.

The so-called happiness is not firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea, nor is it a snowy night, but a taste that is given by that person in the mouth at this moment.

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I wrote it boringly on the train to Mount Fuji. I don’t know if it’s sweet or not. Xiaoxia is in a great mood. If it’s not good, please don’t spray it.