Zhu Xiaoli stopped and trembled uncontrollably, but she still held back her smile and looked back at he Yijun: "what do you want to say? When I cook noodles for you, it's the same when you eat and say."

She doesn't want to talk to he Yijun. She knows what he Yijun wants to say. She doesn't want to separate from he Yijun at all.

"I'm not really hungry." He Yijun emphasized, looking at her straight, as if he could see the calm camouflage on her surface.

"You're not hungry, but I'm a little hungry. Let's talk when I cook noodles." Zhu Xiaoli said, took a plate of apron and tied it around her waist, and walked in the direction of the kitchen.

He Yijun looked at her busy back in the kitchen and felt a little uncomfortable.

The kitchen is translucent. As soon as Zhu Xiaoli hid in the kitchen, tears surged up. She quickly turned her back and pretended to be busy, so that he Yijun wouldn't know she was crying.

Zhu Xiaoli tried her best to bear it, but the more she could bear it, the more she couldn't hold it. Finally, she covered her mouth with her hands, put her body on the glass platform and cried bitterly.

When she cooked the noodles and came out, the tears on her face had been cleaned up by her.

Zhu Xiaoli still looked gentle and brought her noodles to he Yijun: "I know you're hungry. You can eat first. It's always good to cushion your stomach whether you have an appetite or not."

She tried to behave as gentle and generous as usual, but her reddish eyes betrayed her.

He Yijun stared at her and never loosened his eyebrows.

"What's the matter? Did I accidentally get gray on my face when I made noodles?" Zhu Xiaoli found that he was staring at herself, turned away with a guilty conscience, got up and wanted to leave, "I'll go to the bathroom and tidy up."

"Xiao Li." He Yijun stopped her, took her hand and sat her down again. "Let's have a good talk."

As soon as Zhu Xiaoli heard this sentence, her eyes began to panic again. She almost subconsciously changed the topic. Even if such behavior was too stiff, she couldn't care so much.

"Yijun, you eat noodles. I added eggs in it. It's delicious. You know what? Every time I see you finish the hot noodles I made for you, I'm more satisfied than myself."

Zhu Xiaoli said, her eyes flushed uncontrollably: "I don't know what's going on recently. I'm always having some inexplicable dreams. I dream that you left me. I kneel on the ground and beg you to stay. You just refuse, and let me stay away from you from now on..."

Zhu Xiaoli's tears fell down and hit the back of her hand. Her hand twisted hard, as if to break her own bone.

"When I woke up, I was in a cold sweat. That feeling was so real that I thought the sky had fallen."

Zhu Xiaoli looked frightened and helpless and stabbed into he Yijun's pupil like a thorn.

He reached out and held Zhu Xiaoli's hand, trying to calm her down: "Xiaoli, actually I..."

"Don't say anything. Don't say anything, okay?" Zhu Xiaoli rushed into his arms and hugged him regardless. "Yi Jun, I've been with you for so many years, and I can't live without you. That dream is too real. Later, I kept thinking that if one day you really want to leave me, I might as well die. Without you, what's the meaning of living?"

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