Qiao Ansheng stuck out his tongue, put the chopsticks next to the bowl, and stuck out his tongue at Qin Yanchen standing next to him, and couldn't help but complain.

Qin Yanchen didn't say anything, but just kept his eyes closed and smiled with his lips curled.

That's not.

Every time I eat, I have to pick out the food from the pile of food for a long time before I can eat a few bites. I am very picky about food.

He also observed it for a long time.

Qin Yanchen reached out to take the empty bowl in her hand. He had a good voice. When he spoke gently, he felt as smooth as silk: "Are you still hungry?"

Qiao Ansheng shook his head and showed a bright smile: "I'm not hungry, I'm full, I don't believe me, please see!"

She patted her belly with a little silly look.

Qin Yanchen smiled again.

Qiao Ansheng had enough food and drinks, and stood up and wanted to help Qin Yanchen wash the dishes. Before he could finish the dishes, he was first taken by Qin Yanchen...

He took the lead without changing his expression and picked up the empty bowl on the table in front of Qiao Ansheng.

Qiao Ansheng felt quite embarrassed. He lived here and had to eat other people's things. He asked Qin Yanchen to wash the dishes by himself, which was too unreasonable. He volunteered to roll up his sleeves: "I'll do it! I'll help you clean..."

Qin Yanchen held the bowl and gently blocked her hand with his body, glanced at the thin wrist she leaked out, "No need."

He bent down and put away the chopsticks next to him: "Go and take a shower and go to bed early..."

"ah?"

Seeing Qiao Ansheng looking at him with big eyes cramped, Qin Yanchen raised his hand and pointed to the clock on the wall: "It's late."

Qin Yanchen paused for a moment, and praised Qiao Ansheng for being willing to eat what he made. The two things combined made him feel very good unexpectedly. His thin lips pursed, and his smile was very obvious.

"This place is very far from the school, and you will get up very early tomorrow..."

Qiao Ansheng didn't know whether he was being held up by a bowl of noodles or being bewitched by his unrestrained smile. His spiritual sense was distracted and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

It was not until Qin Yanchen entered the kitchen with the bowl in his arms and turned on the faucet, and Qiao Ansheng suddenly came to his senses amid the whistling sound of water.

She pinched herself several times in an attempt to make herself more awake.

After reacting, he raised his foot from the living room and was about to walk into the kitchen. Qin Yanchen stood by the dishwasher with his hands wet, and looked over.

"If you don't go to take a shower and sleep, you may not be able to catch up with your favorite professional course tomorrow."

Qiao Ansheng was stunned by his extremely natural tone: "Ah, professional course..."

She murmured for a few words on her own, then she thought of her realization, slapped her thighs, and her brows frowned even more: "Yes! It's Monday tomorrow, it's Teacher Zhou's professional course..."

Qin Yanchen stood in front of the faucet, and the sound of water kept rushing. He was wearing a slim white shirt and stuffed the hem into his waist. From this angle, his legs were simply incredible.

His eyes were staring at the water flow beside the pool, his pupils were shimmering. He knew that Qiao Ansheng was looking at him, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but bend.

After watching him for a few seconds, Qiao Ansheng finally realized the point in his sentence: "How do you know that I like the professional class the most?"

Qin Yanchen shook slightly, and the bowl in his hand was so trampled to the bottom of the pool by the water flowing.

Of course he knew.

Qiao Ansheng didn't know that he always looked at her on the school road.

I saw her happy sometimes, sometimes frowning and running towards the classroom.

Qin Yanchen never came forward to talk to her once, and could only judge her mood by the expression on her face.

There is only the professional class on Monday. Every time Qiao Ansheng goes, his face is full of a bright smile, his almond eyes are slightly concealed, and his steps are extremely light when he walks.

Unlike other classes, on the way to go, they are either absent-minded or listless.

So, Qin Yanchen knew that she liked this class very much.

Qin Yanchen felt like a peeper. He stopped by Qiao Ansheng's life carefully and cautiously, observing her every move.

He also obtained his preferences about her through observation.

But at this moment, Qiao Ansheng's words seemed to have opened the hidden secret thoughts in his heart, making him a little embarrassed. When asked, he didn't even know how to answer Qiao Ansheng.

"What someone else told me."

Qin Yanchen mobilized all his brain cells that were not good at lying, and racked his brains to think of a bad excuse. Fortunately, Qiao Ansheng did not continue to ask who told him.

I just leaned against the kitchen door and didn't know where I was thinking about it again.

Qin Yanchen was afraid that she would continue to think about it, so he noticed the flaw in his words, so he quickly wanted her to take a shower and opened his mouth, "Go and take a shower, the bathroom is in..."

He was about to say that he looked up and met Qiao Ansheng's big black and white eyes. After thinking about it, he pulled out his hands from the water and carefully wiped them with a towel.

Then he stepped on his long and slender legs and walked towards Qiao Ansheng.

Qiao Ansheng didn't know what he was going to do, so he stared at him blankly.

Qin Yanchen walked over and took her hand.

His movements were natural and familiar. Perhaps because the palm was soaked in his mouth, it was a little wet, and Qiao Ansheng's hand was held by him.

Only then did I feel that his body temperature was much higher than that of him, and the temperature in his palm was constantly soaking himself, as if she was getting warmer.

“This is the bathroom…”

Qin Yanchen held her little hand without changing his face, led the person to the door of the bathroom, and then pointed the door lock with his fingertips: "This can be locked from the inside, don't worry."

After putting Qiao Ansheng at the door of the bathroom, Qin Yanchen let go of her hand with some reluctance, turned around, and prepared to continue to clean the kitchen.

Seeing him like this, Qiao Ansheng had to give up the idea of ​​rushing to wash dishes in her heart. She stood firmly at the door of the bathroom, looking at Qin Yanchen's voice softly and solemnly: "Thank you, Yanchen..."

Qin Yanchen did not stop, but just pointed between his legs and clenched his fist gently.

He had turned around, so Qiao Ansheng didn't see it at all. At that moment, the intense emotions surged in his eyes...

It was like drinking the most mellow wine, the heart was intoxicating, and the corners of the lips couldn't help but rise.

No one has ever been able to call his name so much that his mind is rippling.
Chapter completed!