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The emotional ups and downs finally made He Pingan vomit after drinking too much.

After vomiting, He Ping'an's mind cleared up a bit. He knew that he had done something stupid and vomited at Lu Ming's house.

"Sorry." He Pingan couldn't restrain the smile on his face, looked at Lu Ming and said, "I'll clean it up now."

He walked to the bathroom, every step of his body was as erratic as if he was stepping on a cloud, and he felt that he was so happy that he was about to fly.

Lu Ming grabbed He Pingan who was about to hit the wall, and dragged and hugged him to the bed in the guest bedroom.

He Ping'an was strong, and a few steps made Lu Ming, who was tired and weak from exercise, sweat profusely.

Lu Ming fetched a basin of water and wiped He Pingan's face.

He Pingan just looked at him and kept smiling.

Lu Ming disliked his silly expression, and persuaded him word by word: "You should drink less in the future, alcohol is not a good thing, you look like a fool now."

He Pingan nodded obediently: "I also feel that the wine is very bitter and difficult to drink when I drink it."

Lu Ming frowned: "Then you still drink so much."

He Pingan thought to himself, how could he have the courage to come to you if he didn't drink.

Now he feels that his mouth and heart are as sweet as eating honey, and a single explanation from Lu Ming can make him feel refreshed, happy and sunny.

Today's wine is really not in vain.

He Ping'an fell asleep in a daze with relief.

Lu Ming took off his shoes and coat, covered him with a quilt, and looked at He Pingan like a large dog with a smooth coat, and went to clean the living room with a smile on his face.

"Heh~" Lu Ming walked to the living room, and finally couldn't help chuckling softly.

He recalled what happened today, and was amused by He Pingan's playful state at night.

Then he sighed again, the way of heaven is reincarnation, He Pingan used to serve him, but today it is finally his turn to serve He Pingan.

Lu Ming put on rubber gloves, picked up a rag, and resigned himself to cleaning up He Pingan's vomit.

Then go to sleep.

The next day is the weekend, so I don't have to go to work.

Lu Ming woke up early in the morning and felt that he had slept fairly well last night, so he came to the kitchen in a good mood.

After confirming that He Ping'an was still asleep, he decided to make breakfast by himself.

Since Da Luming woke up last time, his attitude towards life has gradually become more positive, and many things have changed accordingly.

He began to try to cook by himself, abandoning the unhygienic takeaway.

For the first time, Lu Ming succeeded in making boiled cabbage heart and tomato stewed beef brisket by himself according to the recipe on the Internet.

He unexpectedly discovered that he was full of anticipation and patience for cooking, and had a little bit of talent.

Now, Lu Ming fastened his apron, cooked a pot of millet porridge, flipped through the recipes he followed, and decided to fry some mixed vegetable potato cakes.

It wasn't until Lu Ming brought the prepared breakfast to the table that He Pingan appeared with a look of surprise.

The warm sunshine in the morning shone into the guest bedroom, and He Pingan finally woke up.

He opened his eyes and felt a splitting headache.After seeing clearly that he was lying in the bedroom of Lu Ming's house, the fragmented memories of last night were gradually recalled.

He Ping'an was both happy and ashamed at the same time.

The happy thing is that Lu Ming only has a cousin and no girlfriend for the time being.What's shameful is that he actually drank too much and appeared in front of Lu Ming, and seemed to vomit in his living room.

Really. . . . . .It's hard to say.

He Ping'an rubbed his temples vigorously, sighed, got out of bed and walked out of the room.

Then he found Lu Ming busy in the kitchen.

Wearing a dark blue apron on him, it doesn't feel out of harmony, and Luming, who is usually a bit unreal, looks more down-to-earth at this moment.

The aroma of millet porridge wafted from the kitchen, but He Pingan didn't make a sound. He silently watched Lu Ming's tall and slender back take the spoon, tasted the porridge seriously, and then poured out two bowls.

So, does he have his own portion of the breakfast he made today?

He Pingan watched Lu Ming turn around with the porridge in his hand, and found himself unexpectedly.

Lu Ming raised his eyebrows and smiled at He Pingan.

Standing there, He Pingan heard his fast and strong heartbeat again.

Lu Ming: "What are you doing in a daze, go wash your face and brush your teeth, and then come over for breakfast."

"Ah? Oh." He Pingan came back to his senses, remembering that he hadn't washed yet, and hurried to the bathroom.

In the bathroom, He Pingan grinned happily while brushing his teeth.

Not only because of what happened last night, but because Lu Ming is in good physical and mental condition today, He Pingan feels that he looks more angry now, which makes He Pingan happier than anything else.

After tidying up in the bathroom, He Pingan came to the table in the restaurant.

Lu Ming sat at the table waiting for him while watching the news.Seeing him coming, he put down his phone.

"Let's eat quickly."

He Pingan: "Yes."

He Pingan took a sip of millet porridge, which was soft and fragrant, and suddenly felt his appetite whetted. He took another bite of potato pancakes, and stared at Lu Ming with wide eyes.

"Aren't you good at cooking? It turns out that you didn't want to cook before." He Pingan asked Lu Ming word by word, but he had cooked for Lu Ming for nearly two months.

"I just started learning it in the last half month." Lu Ming took a sip of porridge and explained sincerely.

"What?" He Ping'an was surprised, and then looked pained again.

"Hey, some people who have only studied for more than ten days are more delicious than those who have been cooking for more than ten years. God, let people live."

Lu Ming only saw He Ping'an's complicated expression, but he couldn't hear what he was talking to himself.

"What's wrong?" Lu Ming asked him.

"Nothing." He Pingan shook his head.

Forget it, he thought, Lu Ming has always been very good and excellent, it's okay to cook delicious food, he has to work harder.

Try to catch up with the person in front of you.

With this thought in mind, He Pingan looked at Lu Ming with bright eyes while eating breakfast.

Lu Ming was stared at him in a daze, not understanding what He Ping'an was thinking.

"Tell me, what are you thinking about so happy?" Lu Ming finally couldn't take it anymore, put the bowl of porridge in his hand on the table, and asked He Pingan curiously.

The opportunity is coming!

Ever since He Pingan recognized his heart, he has been struggling with how to confess his love to Lu Ming.

After all, this feeling of mine is quite fresh and refined, I don't know if it will scare Lu Ming, and then be rejected by him and disgusted by him.

He had fantasized about countless scenarios, fantasized about Lu Ming accepting or not accepting.

He Pingan himself doesn't care about other people's opinions, but he is not sure about Lu Ming's attitude towards it.

He has thought about it, as long as Lu Ming is a little loose and doesn't hate him, he will stick to this relationship.

Regardless of his gender, age, or status, He Pingan just wants to guard Luming properly.

Now, this weekend morning, the autumn sun is very warm, the years are quiet, and the world is stable. He Pingan is inexplicably moved when he sees his sweetheart sitting opposite him and having breakfast with him in a healthy way, without being tortured by illness.

After living in this world for 17 years, He Pingan wanted to be grateful for the first time.

He wants to be grateful for his birth, for meeting Luming, for those hardships and kindness.

Lu Ming probably taught himself more than just the knowledge in books, he realized.

"Lu Ming," He Pingan took a deep breath, and solemnly called out Lu Ming's name.

Lu Ming heard the difference in He Pingan's tone, and looked at him seriously.

He Pingan became nervous when he saw this with his beautiful peach blossom eyes.

"I... I xi..."

He hesitated and didn't have the courage to speak out, Lu Ming frowned slightly when he saw it.

He Pingan saw him frowning, and the sentence "I like you" that had just been brewed abruptly turned into "I hope to continue making up lessons."

As soon as the words came out, Lu Ming laughed.

I thought he was going to say something important with a serious face, but it turned out to be because of this.

Lu Ming: "I can't see that you still respect your teacher, are you afraid that I won't agree with you when you say it so solemnly?"

The two got closer now, and Lu Ming was in a good mood, so he made a joke of He Pingan.

He has recently lost his hearing again, and although he spoke this sentence slowly, it was still a little fuzzy.

When He Pingan heard this, he was ashamed, angry, sad, and angry with himself.

After both of them had finished their breakfast, He Pingan took the opportunity to sneak into the kitchen and wash the dishes.

I'm really cowardly, He Pingan thought, but fortunately, Lu Ming agreed to make up lessons, so I can live here first, and there will be opportunities in the future.

He Ping'an felt better again.

At this moment, he never imagined that he would be cowardly again and again in this matter.

And Lu Ming, who didn't know why behind him, looked at He Ping'an still confused, and could only lament that young people nowadays are not only energetic, but also have many ideas.