Ji Jinchuan's body faintly with the fragrance of shower gel, with a man's breath, full of her nose.

She stepped back two steps, pulling the distance between them. His masculinity was so strong that it reminded her of the smell of male hormones that came out of him when they were together.

Ji Jinchuan cool thin eyes leer at her, see her cheek slightly red, eyes random Piao, accidentally pick pick pick eyebrow peak: "in my sexual fantasy?"

"You're talking nonsense." His one playful words, lead Shen leisurely red cheek, even whole ear root son all red.

Seeing her red face, he was more sure that his conjecture was correct. He said with a smile: "don't fantasize. You are welcome to fall at any time."

Shen Youran:

She ran into the kitchen and stood in front of the sink and patted her hot cheek. However, the fierce heartbeat in her chest could not be restrained.

Ji Jinchuan looked at her that silly, cool thin lips slightly raised, the light in the black eyes showed that he was in a good mood.

Shen Youran took a deep breath, touched his flat stomach and began to cook.

Ji Jinchuan's long legs overlapped, lazily sitting on the sofa, heard the slight sound from the kitchen, trance has a kind of home illusion.

When he was in college, he would often fantasize that when he came home from work every day, he would see his beloved woman cook food for him and wait for him to come back.

Later, the woman followed others and went to other places, and he never thought of it again.

Today, however, to see the busy and cheerful quiet in the kitchen, this idea came out from the bottom of my heart.

Three people, Shen Youran made four dishes and a soup, which were simple household dishes. She brought the dishes to the table. Ji Jinchuan went into the kitchen and put the dishes on the table.

Shen you ran saw a man who only took two people's, and asked suspiciously, "where is Xiao Cheng?"

Ji Jinchuan side head, looking at her gentle soft quiet side face: "he went to the restaurant downstairs to eat."

If she had known that, she would have made one less dish, which would have saved time. She filled the rice and handed it to Ji Jinchuan. She also filled herself with a bowl. She opened the chair and sat down, and the two began to have lunch.

Ji Jinchuan's tutor is excellent. When eating, he is slow and elegant. His shirt sleeves are pulled up at will, which makes him more casual and lazy.

He looked up at Shen Youran. She was very quiet when eating. Her face was soft and soft: "who did you learn from cooking?"

Shen Youran filled a bowl of soup on the side of the air: "recipe."

Ji Jinchuan asked again, "did you learn in California?"

I don't know what happened. Ji Jinchuan can't help but think of her years in California alone. She was exiled by her relatives abroad. She must be very sad and helpless, right?

Shen Youran admits, "yes."

"Those three years You must be having a bad time? " He Wenmo's black eyes stare at her for a moment, and his heart is filled with an unspeakable feeling, which is not compassion, but more than compassion.

Cherish?

Ji Jinchuan seems to have done a nightmare general, fierce startled out a cold sweat, is he crazy?

He had never felt any affection for any other woman except that woman, not even the most humble sympathy.

To Shen Youran, he does not deny that he has a special feeling for her. Even he can't figure out what it is.

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