After becoming a villain, I was forced to save the villain

Chapter 122 Didn’t Turn into Stone Today (23)

Ding Bao slept until midnight when he was awakened by a knock on the door.

Although she slept well, she couldn't stand the life-threatening "dong dong dong" at the door, but the person who knocked on the door was very polite, knocking lightly three times and stopping for a while, then knocking three times and stopping for a while.

I don't know how long this sound has been going on, and it is rare for Ding Bao to have a dream. In his dream, he is still chased by a wild boar running with a "dong dong" sound.

"hiss--"

Headache.

Being forced to wake up in the middle of the night caused her to feel dizzy, and all her movements were slowed down by half a beat.

Where are the glasses...

Oh yes, she doesn't have glasses.

He got up slowly and opened the door, the old door panel creaked, reminding Ding Bao that the place he is now is Medusa's lair.

Lifting his eyelids with effort, he saw a white and thin chest in front of him. He used to be neatly dressed and always buttoned the first boy, but today he stood in front of Ding Bao's door wearing only a dark red pajamas.

Looking at the white flowers in front of him, Ding Bao was stunned, his mind was like an old machine that had been abandoned for decades, it couldn't turn at all.

what's the situation?
To seduce her in the middle of the night?

Stone addiction?Or are you crazy?

Ding Bao's desire to survive is still very strong, but when he sees the beauty in front of him, he backs away again and again.

"What are you doing?"

Jinting drooped her eyes, the ribbons tied around her eyes drooped down, her red lips curled up slightly, and her voice was apologetic.

"Sorry to bother you."

Seeing that he didn't take off the blindfold, Ding Bao calmed down and sorted out his complicated mood a little bit, suppressed the pitiful wake-up breath on his body, and forced his brain to turn on.

"what's up?"

"I'm hungry."

"What time is it?"

"Two o'clock in the morning."

Hungry at two o'clock in the morning?
"Didn't eat tonight?"

Ding Bao rubbed his eyes while walking down the stairs holding his hand.

Jin Ting behind him followed step by step, one lame and one blind, both were cautious when going down the stairs.

"I do not taste good, I want to eat yours."

After eating the meals made by Ding Bao, Jin Ting realized why human beings are so obsessed with delicious food. It turns out that three meals a day can be so rich, and it turns out that potatoes and beef can be cooked like that.

After the taste buds are satisfied, the heart is not satisfied. He wants to eat more, and the more he thinks about it, the more he feels that it is difficult to swallow the food he has eaten for thousands of years, so he knocked on Ding Bao's door.

In the kitchen, Ding Bao made a sweet and sour pork tenderloin with the vegetables he just bought, and served it with a bowl of shredded pork lump soup mixed with flour.

Seeing that Jinting is still holding his fork to fork the tenderloin on the plate, the slippery meat always slips away from his fork at various angles, and it takes two or three attempts to successfully eat a bite.

Soon, Jinting frowned, her red lips unconsciously tightened, her usual kindness and tenderness were gone, showing a bit of eagerness and dissatisfaction.

"You have to use chopsticks."

Jinting put down her fork, and said in a low voice somewhat disappointed.

"I do not know."

When Ding Bao saw it, he quickly tore off the remaining vines in the vase, pared it with a knife, cleaned it, and handed it to Jinting.

"Try it."

The boy sullenly, a little reluctant.

But he also knew that if he slowed down, the meat on the plate would be cold, so he could only silently take the two slender wooden sticks, hold them in his hands and insert them into the plate.

"That's not right, come on, let me teach you."

As soon as the words were finished, Ding Bao got up and walked behind Jinting, bent down and leaned against his back, slid his hand across his neck, and gently grabbed his hand.

(End of this chapter)