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Shi Xing suddenly suppressed his smile, and twisted his body uncomfortably.

"Still embarrassed?" Wen Xia felt funny, "I'm serious, you look so good-looking, this is capital! Everyone likes good-looking."

Shi Xing was a little fatter than when he first met, with flesh on his cheeks, and he looked just right for beauty. When he smiled, his eyes were still curled up, and he looked like a teenager with red lips and white teeth.

Shi Xing touched his face and said, "They all said that I look like my mother."

"But me, I don't want to look like her."

"Just look good, don't put so many things in children's hearts, look like everyone," Wen Xia opened the fire, and poured oil in, "It doesn't matter who you look like, your life is your own, yes Bar?"

Shi Xing: "Yes."

"Teacher Wen, how old are you?" Shi Xing asked.

"I'm not young anymore," Wen Xia scrambled eggs, "I'm 26, eight years older than you."

"You... haven't found a girlfriend yet?"

Wen Xia smiled and said, "You still care about me?"

"I'm just curious."

"We talked for a few paragraphs before," Wen Xia said, "Xing'er, let me tell you something from the bottom of my heart, women's minds are too difficult to guess, and I will never know what they are thinking—my last girlfriend , because I forgot Valentine’s Day, so I split up—what are you talking about, you are not allowed to tell my classmates about me!”

Shi Xing suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

This feeling was very strange, very angry and sad, he suddenly didn't want to ask any more, just as Wen Xia wanted to chat with him, he turned around and found that the person had left.

"..."

While Wen Xia couldn't understand Shi Xing, Shi Xing couldn't understand himself either. He didn't know why he was angry or sad. This kind of emotion came so violently that he couldn't breathe.

Shi Xing was a little annoyed.

He obviously wanted to be friends with Wen Xia, so why did he keep playing petty temper?

Shi Xing suddenly hated himself.

He sat blankly until Wen Xia asked him to eat.

Wen Xia set the bowl and chopsticks: "You don't know, come here and set down the chopsticks for me. I'll bring you the spoon. Don't eat too much, it will make you feel uncomfortable."

Very simple two dishes.

Stir-fried meat with celery and eggs with tomatoes.

Shi Xing buried his head in eating a bowl of rice, and said, "I'm done." He thought for a while, "I'll clean the bowls and chopsticks tonight."

Wen Xia was flattered, and he asked, "Can you wash dishes?"

"..." Shi Xing was speechless, "It's not like I know nothing."

"Okay," Wen Xia laughed, "I can finally enjoy the feeling of throwing my hands away once I'm done cooking—go, go, finish brushing quickly, and come over to drink yogurt."

After Shi Xing finished washing the dishes, he finally calmed down amidst the sound of water.

When Shi Xing walked out of the kitchen, he saw Wen Xia sitting on the sofa, his posture was very comfortable, with his legs crossed, the torn yogurt was placed on the table, and entertainment programs were playing on the TV, Wen Xia smiled at him: "The yogurt is on the table for you, come here."

Yellow peach flavor.

Time passed quickly, Shi Xing fell asleep watching TV after drinking yogurt, in fact he did fall asleep, with his head tilted to one side, and fell asleep in a difficult position.

Wen Xia was still watching the show and couldn't stop laughing—he had a low laugh point, and any joke could make him laugh out loud.As a single male, this presumably belongs to his own entertainment.

When he laughed loudly, he wanted to share with Shi Xing, and then he saw Shi Xing's sleeping face.

The laughter stopped abruptly.jpg*.

Actually fell asleep?