Just as the words fell, Jiang Shixu swiftly cast his eyes downward.
His eyelashes were very long; when they fell, they could cast a small shadow on his eyelids.
It was as if a piece of flawless cold jade was suddenly veiled with a shadow by the moonlight.
At the same time, his heart also started beating violently.
This was one of the reasons he did not want to step out of his room.
Whenever he felt a gaze linger on him or someone spoke close to his ear, he would uncontrollably become tense.
So, when Jiang Li looked at him, he subconsciously tightened his fingertips and inched into the corner of the kitchen.
From Jiang Li's perspective, Jiang Shixu at this moment resembled a stray kitten.
Thin and bony, the shirt that should have fit him hung loose on his body.
He was barefoot and his hair had grown to his eyelids, nearly spilling over the dark circles beneath his eyes.
But without a doubt, he was good-looking.
His face was very small, with features that were exceptionally delicate, like a limited edition doll trapped in a display case.
Precious, yet at the same time, fragile and easily broken.
But he was in the prime of youth and should be facing such an outcome in a year.
It unavoidably made one sigh.
Reining in the thoughts in his eyes, Jiang Li took a light step forward and glanced at the bowl he had eaten completely clean.
"Want more?"
The girl's voice was soft and gentle, carrying an inexplicably pleasant scent of jasmine flowers that assaulted Jiang Shixu.
He cautiously lifted his eyelids and quickly glanced at the person in front of him, then nodded.
He had not eaten well for a week now.
The bowl of noodles he had just eaten not only failed to fill his stomach but instead awakened his desire for more food.
But more importantly, he liked to watch her focused demeanor.
Whether it was helping the Jiang Family out of a tight spot, Dancing Gun, or cooking, she always radiated a comforting strength when immersed in something.
Jiang Li's movements were swift; in less than ten minutes, another steaming bowl of Yang Chun noodles was ready.
Like before, in the bowl was a fried, round and plump Taiyang egg.
Jiang Li took out a new pair of chopsticks and handed them to him.
Looking at the girl's calm eyes, Jiang Shixu for the first time took the initiative to step out of the shadows and carefully came forward to receive the chopsticks.
In the moment of transfer, he also touched her fingertips.
The warm sensation made his heart tremble uncontrollably.
Soon, another bowl of noodles was emptied.
Jiang Shixu fell silent for a moment, then picked up the empty bowl and looked at her.
Jiang Li raised her eyebrows a little, "Want to eat more?"
Jiang Shixu nodded vigorously.
But in return, he received Jiang Li's refusal.
"You've already eaten two bowls; hand-pulled noodles digest slowly. If you eat more, you'll feel uncomfortable when you get up tomorrow."
Jiang Shixu's head drooped down, completely becoming a pitiful little kitten.
Even he may not have realized that because of these two bowls of noodles, his resistance to Jiang Li had lessened a lot.
Not only did his wildly beating heart gradually calm down, but he also began, intentionally or not, to move closer to her.
But then Jiang Li shifted her tone.
"If you still want to eat, come find me tomorrow morning at six, and I'll make it for you."
Jiang Shixu was stunned.
He glanced at the clock on the wall, then looked towards the calm and serious Jiang Li, wanting to say something, but opened his mouth for a long time without making a sound.
Jiang Li did not seem to be waiting for his reply; she yawned and turned to leave.
Jiang Shixu panicked, set down the bowl, and reached forward to grab her clothes.
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