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"..." Lu Dishu blushed and pretended to nod reluctantly for a long time. Then he couldn't pretend anymore and buried his head on Ji Qinglin's shoulder. After finding a comfortable angle, he buried his head there. , voice aggrieved:

"I just had a toothache, and there was still a smell of medicine in my mouth. I didn't even eat properly."

Even though they had only known each other for less than a day in this world, as long as this person was Ji Qinglin, Lu Dishu couldn't help but speak to Ji Qinglin in this tone - because he knew clearly that even if it was just like this, Ji Qinglin would tolerate him. comfort him.

That's why he acts like a spoiled child like Ji Qinglin.

The result of his coquettishness was that Ji Qinglin felt distressed. He moved a small chair for Lu Dishu to sit outside the kitchen and wait for him, and then he went in to cook.

Lu Dishu held his face in his hands and looked at Ji Qinglin who was busy in the kitchen. He said:

"Brother, I went home with you the first time I saw you. Will others say I'm not serious~"

Ji Qinglin turned around and put the noodles on the table. While taking off his apron, he raised his eyebrows and looked at Lu Dishu: "Then you are not serious, show me~"

Lu Dishu: "..." He blushed, but Ji Qinglin wanted to add fuel to the fire. He blinked and said: "You don't need to pretend to be serious in front of brother. What kind of person are you, brother has never seen~"

"..." Well, although I have seen everything, you have never seen me in this world. Lu Dishu thought about it as he watched Ji Qinglin while eating noodles——

Well, Ji Qinglin's cooking skills were as if they were learned just for him and matched his appetite. Lu Dishu ate obediently, then looked at Ji Qinglin and changed the subject: "But they might think that I am a soft-cooked person."

Ji Qinglin leaned over and brushed his eyelashes, then asked him in a low voice: "Is that soft rice delicious?"

"..."

In the end, Lu Dishu nodded honestly - at first, when people said he was eating soft food, he would feel that others looked down on him; but now when people say that he had eaten, he would only feel that he was capable.

Ji Qinglin smiled when he saw Lu Dishu nodding. He took back his hand and looked at Lu Dishu: "Dictionaries don't care what others say or do. Just care about your brother. Others say you eat soft rice because they can't afford soft rice."

That makes sense. Lu Dishu felt that he had an epiphany. After finishing the meal slowly, Ji Qinglin put the bowl in the dishwasher, then washed his hands and sat on the sofa with Lu Dishu to watch TV - to be precise, Lu Dishu was watching TV. Ji Qinglin sat next to him and painted his fingers. .

Lu Dishu doesn't often watch TV series, not to mention that this TV series is not attractive at all and Ji Qinglin is still with him. She doesn't want to watch this TV series at all.

So he turned around and half-heartedly asked Ji Qinglin: "Brother, what are you doing?"

Ji Qinglin showed his hand cream-smeared fingers to Lu Dishu: "Painting my hands." His hands were very beautiful, and they looked like they were glowing under the sunlight shining through the glass in the living room.

Even Lu Dishu couldn't help being stunned for a while. When he realized what he was doing, he reached out and took Ji Qinglin's hand. Ji Qinglin raised his eyes and looked at him.

Lu Cishu said: "Your hands are so beautiful, I want to touch them."

"...Oh." Although there was only one simple word, Lu Dishu heard the smile in Ji Qinglin's "Oh" - he praised his beautiful hands, and he seemed very happy.

Well, too. Who wouldn't be happy when someone compliments you on your good looks? Lu Dishu played with Ji Qinglin's hand, and Ji Qinglin followed his movements lovingly, and finally brought Lu Dishu's head to his neck.

In this position, Lu Dishu was quite comfortable, but was Ji Qinglin comfortable?

His hair reached right up to his Adam's apple, and Lu Dishu could feel the bulge.

He couldn't help but look up and saw Ji Qinglin looking at him, as if he had something to say.

Lu Dishu nudged him: "What's the matter, brother?" This time he was really a softie, and he had no ability to survive at all, so he had to act coquettishly in everything he did [after all, he relied on Ji Qinglin to support him]

When Lu Dishu is domineering and has a bad temper, he is attractive, but when he is soft and soft, he is even more lovable. Ji Qinglin was so fooled that his voice dropped eight degrees. He couldn't help but raise his other hand, which was still stained with hand cream, and asked for directions:

"Do you want some hand cream on the baby?"

Lu Dishu shook his head.

Ji Qinglin raised his eyebrows: "Why?"

"I don't want to paint it."

"But if you apply hand cream, it can moisturize your skin and make it more delicate."

Lu Dishu suddenly looked into Ji Qinglin's eyes and said, "But I think you like rough ones."