Zongman: Unknowingly trapped in the hatchet

Time goes back to a few hours ago.

Mahiru's house.

Today, because there were no club activities or overly deep interpersonal relationships, Mahiru returned home early as usual.

After finishing today's homework and reviewing the lessons learned during this period, Mahiru took a short rest, changed into yoga clothes, and began her daily yoga exercises to manage her figure.

This is one of her few hobbies.

After doing yoga, as usual, she should start preparing dinner.

But since she made the dinner agreement with Su Qing, she gradually developed the habit of taking a shower after doing yoga.

After all, she didn't want to meet Su Qing smelling of sweat.

Of course, at the very beginning, she simply maintained an attitude of respect for others.

Even though Su Qing lived across the street, it only took a few steps to reach his doorstep, and she was only there to cook and have dinner together.

But Mahiru still felt that was not good.

It's really impolite.

As for now?

All the talk of etiquette and impoliteness, go to hell in front of a shy girl!

Right now, Mahiru just wants to keep her most beautiful and best side to show to the person she likes. This is common human nature.

To be more precise, this is the common feature of young men and women in love.

In short, this is something that is understandable and can be considered natural.

Of course, she doesn't do yoga at this time every day.

Sometimes I get home late because of some delays; or the steps required to prepare dinner are more complicated, which results in more time spent.

When encountering these situations, she often chooses to take a short rest after eating, and then do yoga after dinner when she returns home.

Speaking of dinner…

"I wonder what he wants to eat today?"

This "he" naturally refers to Su Qing.

Mahiru had just walked out of the warm bathroom, wearing a pair of soft and comfortable pajamas unique to autumn. It was warm yet elegant, gently fitting her delicate skin and outlining the unique youthful curves of a girl.

There is a faint mist lingering around it, bringing with it an indescribable freshness and purity.

As for her beautiful flaxen long hair, it was gently wrapped in a simple and exquisite headscarf, which was embroidered with a few delicate flowers, which complemented the color of her pajamas and added a touch of gentleness.

A few strands of disobedient hair quietly fell on her shoulders, sparkling with crystal light with the remaining water droplets in the bathroom.

Mahiru first took out the hair dryer from its fixed place, then untied her headscarf and murmured to herself while blowing her hair.

Come to think of it, although Mahiru has been having dinner with Su Qing for more than a month, she actually doesn't know much about the other's eating habits.

This is not because Mahiru was not observant enough, or because she never asked Su Qing about his dietary taboos.

The truth is that Su Qing really eats everything and loves to eat everything (especially Mahiru's cuisine).

……

This happened one day.

"Do you want to eat anything tonight?" Mahiru asked.

"Me? I'm fine with anything." Su Qing answered without hesitation.

"Usually, the people who say 'anything' are the most troublesome..." Mahiru's voice was neither cold nor indifferent, but a hint of helplessness could be heard.

Thinking about menus is sometimes more difficult than actually cooking.

The former refers to the soul, and the latter to the body.

But for most people, the former is the most difficult.

because……

Are you full? And the ugly group, start!

……

Su Qing was stunned when he heard this, but when he thought about it carefully, he found that what the other party said actually made sense.

So, he started thinking about what he wanted to eat in the evening.

Finally concluded...

I don’t know.

"No matter how you cook, the food is delicious and I like it very much, so just make what you want." Since he really couldn't think of what to eat, Su Qing decided to exchange his sincerity for sincerity.

"...What?" Mahiru pouted, but she was not blaming Su Qing for his smooth talk.

"I'm telling the truth. I always eat up all the food you cook." Su Qing raised his eyebrows, his tone slightly displeased.

"...I know. Since you said so, I will develop some new dishes for you today."

That’s right, developing some new dishes is Mahiru’s other hobby besides yoga.

However, what Mahiru just said was just a joke to Su Qing.

She would not use the opportunity of having dinner with Su Qing to try out new dishes.

Unexpectedly, Su Qing raised the corners of his mouth slightly and chuckled:

"Really? That's really exciting."

The boy's tone was so sincere that Mahiru could only turn her head away with her ears slightly red, and muttered softly:

"What are you looking forward to... You are an idiot."

……

Fortunately, after more than a month of getting along, Su Qing's stomach has gradually become shaped like Mahiru's food.

Although Su Qing was unable to request some other new dishes, he could still make some choices among the dishes that Mahiru had already presented.

For example: fried tempura, hamburger meat, tamagoyaki, etc.

When her hair was almost dry, Mahiru put down the hair dryer.

I glanced at my phone and it was almost time to prepare dinner.

Mahiru took the spare key of Su Qing's house and came to Su Qing's door.

He skillfully inserted the key, turned the key, and opened the door, as if he was returning home.

"I'm here." Mahiru greeted tentatively, but unfortunately there was no response.

There was no light from the living room at the end of the entrance, further proving that Su Qing was not at home at this time.

"You haven't come back yet?" Mahiru sighed softly, then went to the living room and turned on the lights.

You have to know that at the beginning, Su Qing also returned home after school like her.

If I still need to help the teacher with something after school, it is often the other person who goes home first.

All this changed after the other party joined the society.

Although it was worth being happy to get the spare key to the other party's house...

No, what am I happy about?

Feeling happy because you got someone else's spare key...

Isn't this too weird?!

Fresh out of the bath, Mahiru's already smooth face looked even whiter and brighter under the warm and soft light of the living room, revealing an inner luster that made people want to touch it gently.

But now, the skin as smooth as milk is quietly stained with a hint of blush.

Ugh - how shameful...

Mahiru made a low humming sound like a small animal, which was a subconscious reaction she would make when she felt shy and was alone at home.

But in fact, even she herself didn't know that she had such a strange habit.

Because every time she makes such a move, it can be traced back to one person.

And this person is no one else.

It was more than a month ago that she met her destined man, Su Qing, in that heavy rain.

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