Mr. Huo, stop being abusive. Miss Fu is going on a blind date again.

Ling Zhao was held in Ji Lin's arms the whole night.

From childhood to adulthood, except for the few years before her mother's accident, this night was the best night of sleep she had ever had.

It was winter, and she always felt her hands and feet were cold. Even in a room with heating on, they couldn't warm up, and she would often wake up from the cold in the middle of the night.

That night, except for a few times of turning over unconsciously, Ji Lin's arms would always follow.

Like a stove, it gave her endless warmth.

It was just dawn when she moved in Ji Lin's arms.

In his sleep, Ji Lin pulled her into his arms, his chest pressed against her back.

He rubbed her shoulder unconsciously.

"what happened?"

His voice was low and a little hoarse, which made Ling Zhao's face hot and he shrank his neck.

"I was worried that your hands were numb."

Ji Lin put his lips on her ear and laughed softly, "It's been numb for a long time, it doesn't matter."

He sighed and hugged Ling Zhao tightly, "I haven't slept for a few hours in total. Let's sleep a little longer."

Ling Zhao hummed and closed his eyes with peace of mind.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already bright day.

The sunlight came in through the gap in the curtains, just a small gap.

Ling Zhao didn't see Ji Lin, so he got up and went out of bed barefoot.

Only then did I see Ji Lin had placed a note on the bedside table.

She picked it up and looked at it.

There are two lines of text.

——The clothes are ready.

——Don’t wear a chest binder to restrict yourself.

Ling Zhao's heart was pounding.

She was distracted last night and followed her heart in many things.

She was wide awake now.

She and Ji Lin really had a showdown.

And she and Ji Lin became the closest people in the world.

Ling Zhao looked at the words written by Ji Lin on the note paper, clenched the note paper, and smiled softly.

Even the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were filled with smiles.

After putting down the note, she walked to the end of the bed and saw the clothes she was going to wear were neatly placed on the stool at the end of the bed.

After changing her clothes, she went to the bathroom to wash up.

Ji Lin also put away the toiletries, including two toothbrush cups and two toothbrushes of different colors.

One pink, one blue.

Ling Zhao picked up the pink toothbrush and bit his lower lip subconsciously. He seemed to hear Ji Lin's words in his ears: If you bite me again, I will kiss you to death.

She loosened her lower lip and smiled.

She has never used anything pink since she was a child.

When she was very young, her mother bought her a pink shirt, but Ling Feng threw it away. He did not allow her to wear pink clothes because she would look more like a girl and others would become suspicious.

So the clothes she wore and the things she used were almost all black, white and gray.

There are no other colors.

This touch of pink was like a spray sprinkled into her life, injecting vitality into the originally black, white and gray world.

After Ling Zhao finished washing up, he went downstairs.

She was too tired last night and fell asleep in Ji Lin's arms, so she slept very deeply. Only now did she realize that it was already noon.

She walked to the first floor of the duplex and heard some noise coming from the kitchen.

It goes without saying that Ji Lin is there.

Don't know what he is doing?

Ling Zhao walked over quietly and through the glass door of the kitchen, she saw Ji Lin standing in front of the stove with a flat plate on the countertop, and he was stirring the casserole with a spoon in his hand.

The movements were clumsy and stiff.

Ling Zhao felt softened when he saw this.

She had always wanted to say that Ji Lin looked so cute when he cooked.

He is inexperienced and timid, and most importantly, he is clumsy.

But her gaze paused and fell on Ji Lin's clothes.

They were wearing the same sweatshirt as hers, but Ji Lin's was black and hers was white.

Same dark grey slacks.

Couples outfit.

When these three words appeared in his mind, Ling Zhao's face turned red.

Ji Lin turned around to get the oven gloves, and saw Ling Zhao outside the kitchen.

He immediately turned off the fire and walked out of the kitchen with a smile.

"It's about the same time as I expected..."

He looked down and frowned when he saw Ling Zhao was barefoot.

He strode up to her, without even saying hello, and picked her up in his arms.

"You are so old, but you don't know how to wear shoes."

He specially put a pair of cotton slippers beside the bed, but she must not have noticed it.

It was broad daylight now.

Ling Zhao thought of the scene of the two of them being frank with each other last night, and avoided his gaze somewhat embarrassedly, and whispered: "There is heating in the room, it's not cold."

"That won't work either." Ji Lin said, his eyes falling on her red ears.

Then I saw her evasive gaze.

He laughed silently, bent down and kissed her cheek, "Are you shy now?"

His voice got deeper and deeper, and he whispered in her ear, "You were very brave when you asked me to touch the truth last night."

As expected, Ling Zhao's face suddenly turned red.

After all, she wasn't as thick-skinned as Ji Lin. After being teased by him, she buried her face in his chest, "Ji Lin, shut up!"

Looking at Ling Zhao, who naturally revealed her feminine charm in his arms, Ji Lin's heart was filled with joy and he couldn't stop it.

Ling Zhao had no idea that her face was buried in his chest, and her hot breath penetrated his body through his clothes with her rapid breathing.

Being at the age when he was full of vigor and vitality, his heart began to itch.

He changed Ling Zhao's initial horizontal hold to a vertical hold, and spread her legs apart and wrapped them around his waist.

"Zhao Zhao." He raised his chin slightly, and his thin lips rubbed from Ling Zhao's chin upwards, lingering at the corner of her mouth.

Intentionally or unintentionally, he brushed the corner of her mouth and asked in a low voice, "Are you binding your breasts?"

Ling Zhao was so aroused by him that his whole body went limp, and he said "no" like a cat moaning.

Ji Lin smiled with satisfaction.

He held Ling Zhao in his arms and stood in the open space between the kitchen and the living room, kissing him wildly.

One hand supported her, and the other warm, calloused hand reached under Ling Zhao's clothes.

But as soon as his hand reached over him, Ling Zhao took a trembling breath.

Ji Lin, who was on the verge of impulsiveness, gradually regained his rationality.

The palm of your hand soothes you gently.

"Does this hurt?"

Ling Zhao closed her eyes in embarrassment. Just as she was about to speak, Ji Lin transferred the impulse of his hands to his mouth and blocked her lips forcefully.

More than ten minutes later, Ji Lin carried Ling Zhao to the dining table and sat him down.

Ling Zhao was already starving.

When Ling Zhao saw that Ji Lin brought out the casserole containing shredded chicken porridge, he was stunned for a moment.

Seeing the flash of surprise in Ling Zhao's eyes, Ji Lin held back his laughter, sat beside her, and placed a bowl in front of her.

"Taste it."

Ling Zhao took the spoon, took a small bite, and his eyes lit up slightly.

Thumbs up to Ji Lin!

Ji Lin enjoyed it very much and couldn't help but kiss her on the lips, "Eat more."

It seems that Huo Mingzheng is still very useful.

The chicken porridge he had made before following an online recipe was not very satisfactory.

Later he asked Huo Mingzheng, who sent him the improved recipe.

And it worked.