Chapter 496 Sour Plum Secret Love 31
Lingyao retracted her gaze, quickly finished the rice in the bowl, then turned around and left with the tablet.
But I was still cursing in my heart.
Why is the baby God of Wealth nervous? Good children should be generous!
After dinner, Zhou Xun took the dishes to the kitchen to wash them.
He played basketball today and had a fight with Zhou Zexing. In fact, he felt very uncomfortable and wanted to take a shower.
However, the wounds on his body could not get wet, so Zhou Xun had to wet a towel and wipe his body several times.
I changed into clean clothes and made sure that the scent of detergent on my clothes was all over my body before leaving the bedroom.
Lingyao was sitting on a small armchair on the balcony of the living room.
Holding the phone in her hand, she turned around and looked at him when she heard footsteps.
When Zhou Xun saw Lingyao looking at him, he immediately took out the Coke and juice from the refrigerator and shook them at Lingyao.
"Yeah, it's okay...you can do whatever you want."
After a few simple words, Lingyao hung up the phone and walked out from the small balcony.
He took the bottle of Coke from Zhou Xun’s hand.
That's his.
Zhou Xun opened his mouth slightly, but swallowed the words before he could say them.
He ran to the refrigerator, put the juice in his hand back and exchanged it for a bottle of Coke.
Just my fingers touched the cold can of Coke.
Lingyao's clear voice came from behind: "Can I drink Coke if I'm injured? Zhou Xun."
It should be drinkable.
Zhou Xun thought.
But before he could answer, a cold, official, mechanical voice gave a scientific answer in his ear.
"Patients with wounds usually cannot drink cola. Coke contains a lot of carbonic acid and sugar, which is not good for wound recovery. It may affect the ion metabolism of the injured ligament and calcium absorption... Is there anything else I can help you with? I am your voice assistant Zhou Xun."
After hearing the first two sentences, Zhou Xun had already given up the Coke in his hand and switched to the same juice.
However, when Zhou Xun, who had just sat on the sofa, heard the last sentence, his back stiffened.
It was clearly a juice can that he opened, but he was caught off guard as if cola was sprayed all over his face.
The look he gave Lingyao was filled with embarrassment and shame.
"Why is your voice assistant called Zhou Xun?"
Lingyao slid her finger to turn off the voice assistant, her expression natural and calm.
Sitting there as steady as a rock.
"What voice assistant? You heard it wrong."
Zhou Xun gritted his teeth: "I just heard my name, I'm sure."
"Really?" Lingyao thrust the phone in front of Zhou Xun's eyes, looking like a hooligan who said, "I just don't recognize what you can do to me." "Just shout and see if he agrees."
Zhou Xun looked at the phone that was handed to him, his thin lips opened and closed several times, his whole face was burning.
He stared at Lingyao's face for a few seconds, not knowing where he got the courage from.
He raised his hand and rushed towards Lingyao, trying to snatch the phone from her hand.
"I can tell from the background settings."
Lingyao was concerned about Zhou Xun's injuries and didn't fight him seriously.
As a result, the two of them fell into a corner of the sofa due to Zhou Xun's force.
Zhou Xun was so overwhelmed with shame and anger that he forgot his sense of propriety for a moment.
By the time they reacted, their bodies were already stuck together inseparably, like the taffy sold on the roadside in an elementary school.
Lingyao's hand was still on his waist, and with the other hand she was holding the cell phone high up.
The feeling of the body came into his mind belatedly, and Zhou Xun felt the softness beneath him.
The thin layer of clothing fabric was now as transparent and useless as plastic wrap.
The combined temperatures of the two people made even the air scorching hot.
A heat flowed down like a small fish, and all the heat in the body gathered in the lower abdomen.
A barely perceptible smile flashed across Lingyao's cold eyes.
She raised two of the fingers that were originally supporting him and tapped him twice on the back.
"You are being a hooligan."
Zhou Xun's dark eyebrows and eyes suddenly became flustered, and his lips trembled and stammered a few times.
Under Lingyao's serious and cold gaze, he was speechless.
The steam continues to push up, accumulating again and again, until the lid can no longer hold up.
At a certain point in time, it will explode with a bang.
Then the heat escaped from the pot.
Just like Zhou Xun at this moment.
Lingyao's repeated teasing forced him into a corner until he had no way to retreat.
Zhou Xun, who originally wanted to stand up, retracted his leg after hearing Lingyao's words.
Instead, he pressed his face in front of Lingyao.
With their noses touching, they could even clearly feel the curve of each other's eyelashes fluttering.
He lowered his eyelids and his gaze fell on Lingyao's pale pink lips.
The voice was low and hoarse, with a sense of danger.
"Yes, I am a hooligan, and now I am going to kiss you like a hooligan."
As the words fell, he pressed down his thin lips.
With anger and shame, he was rash and direct.
But he paused when his lips touched.
Waiting for Lingyao's reaction.
After not feeling Lingyao's resistance.
The tip of the tongue probed in without any method.
In the quiet room, the only sound was the sound of lips and teeth colliding.
It is more lingering than warm water stirred by fingers, and gentler than boiling hot water.
Zhou Xun was basically led by Lingyao.
Sitting on the sofa, the girl had a cold expression on her face and cold eyes.
She stroked the boy's soft black hair with her fingers and looked at the ceiling.
The boy wrapped his arms tightly around the girl's slender waist.
His head was buried in her neck, his cheeks were flushed, and his chest rose and fell unsteadily.
Until Lingyao raised her hand and pushed him.
"Get up. It's hot."
He hugged her tighter and nudged his head into Lingyao's neck like a puppy: "You can turn on the air conditioner."
In late autumn, when it’s time to wear sweaters, Zhou Xun turned on the air conditioner in his house.
Lingyao, who turned on the air conditioner but still felt very cold: ...
It’s cold again now, but I want to save face and don’t want to say it. What should I do?
Zhou Xun didn't know whether he read Lingyao's thoughts or felt a little cold himself.
He kissed Lingyao on the face.
He got off the sofa, ran into the bedroom, and came out after a while.
He ran towards Lingyao with a thin blanket in his hand.
They returned to their previous position and wrapped the blanket around them, quickly warming them up.
It was at this time that Li Zimo called.
"Yaoyao, Mom said you went to a friend's house to play. Why haven't you come home yet so late? You can play, but you can't stay overnight."
As he spoke the latter part, Li Zimo's tone became as stern as an older brother should be.
Not to mention Li Zimo, no one in the Li family, not even Aunt Liu, would ever agree to allow Lingyao to stay overnight outside.
So even though it was Li Zimo who called, actually all the members of the Li family were behind Li Zimo.
It’s just that neither Mr. Li nor Mrs. Li wanted to be the annoying strict father or mother, so they unanimously decided to let Li Zimo come!
Lingyao nodded, indicating that she understood.
Zhou Xun, who was standing next to him, also heard the conversation on the phone.
The arms around Lingyao tightened, then slowly loosened.