Original Flavor and 30% Sweet

When she grows up to this age, Senbei is actually very afraid of physical contact with people. This will be trapped in the arms of men, and her warm chest will be pressed on her back, but her heart is extremely stable. The tears that could not stop are also slowly. Stop, as if this place belongs to.

The living room was very quiet, and the shaking of the pendulum clock on the wall could be heard.

On the top of his head was his chin, and his breathing was also very close. Senbei's face finally blushed after realizing it.

Did you accept her confession?

so shy……////

The two arms hanging on his side were stretched because of those uncomfortable.

Chen Zhuo sensed the changes in her body and knew that the little girl was tense, but instead of letting go of her, he increased the strength of his arms and held her more firmly.

The man's movements and strength came so fast that Xianbei couldn't help but snorted.

Chen Zhuo thought it hurt her, and immediately let go.

With this release, the weak and weak girl in her arms suddenly got excited, stood up and ran all the way back to the room, and closed the door with a chirp.

From beginning to end, he didn't turn his head back, and his eyes never dropped an inch.

In the living room, there was only Chen Zhuo, a tall man alone.

Chen Zhuo stayed on the spot, looked at the closed door, couldn't help but curled his lips.

——

Senbei reached the door, hunched over and gasped.

After a while, she slid back to the floor, raised her hands and buried her face in her palms.

The face was already very hot, but the palm of the hand became even hotter, adding wood to the fire.

She didn't escape on purpose...

Okay, just run away, there's really no way... stay with that person for another second...

The heartbeat was dying, because of his response, and his series of actions, even in her dreams, these were plots that she could not even think of.

In the past ten years, if you can get equal rewards for showing kindness to others, in Xianbei's view, it is a wishful thinking, which is harder than reaching the sky.

People you like also like yourself. Is there anything more fulfilling than this?

Especially she is like...all over her body, no matter how much effort she can't figure out the advantages...

She was really afraid that she would suddenly have a heart attack and faint in front of him.

But, I'm so happy...a kind of sadness and tearful happiness...

With hot eyes from his fingers, the wooden board behind him was suddenly tapped.

Xianbei turned her head in amazement, and there were voices from over there, and the gentle words were her name. It's just this time, it's a little bit different, with a more intimate and cute prefix:

"Little Senbei,"

Chen Zhuo was talking, he never deliberately concealed his smile, "Good night."

His natural intimacy has never allowed the small flowers in her heart to bloom in clusters.

Xianbei also wanted to try her best to say good night, but she had just consumed too much energy and opened her mouth several times, and she found that she had returned to the state of being stunned.

Opening a conversation has become a major problem of the century.

Senbei was in trouble, but soon she glanced at the phone on the desk.

He ran all the way, held it, and ran back to the door. Senbei crackled his hands and typed words very quickly: "Good night"——

Is it just a "good night"?

Is it too dry?

Biting his finger, Senbei added a kaomoji, "Good night>▽<" and sent it.

I am also laughing, just like you, hope you know.

There is an SMS alert tone outside the door.

Xianbei thought to himself, ah, he is still there!

Senbei quietly pressed Mimi's ears to listen over there, maybe the soundproofing effect was too good, no matter how she held her breath, she didn't ask her to catch any movement.

After a while, her cell phone rang.

Xianbei hurriedly clicked to see: "Go to bed early."

Where she could sleep, Senbei scratched his scalp, guilty and obediently agreed to him, "Okay."

The ring tone is still outside, he hasn't left yet.

Even Xianbei felt that she was too much. She left her alone and made trouble after she confessed, but... at least tonight, she really couldn't face him again.

When thinking about confession, Xianbei suddenly realized that she seemed to... the phrase "I like you" was not complete...

And he has done so much, will it be unfair?

Xianbei clicked on the text message box again, and each letter was to fan the wind in her head. Even without dictating, those sincerely melted into the words had the temperature of magma and could roast her.

Fearing that the man was still waiting outside the door for too long, Senbei finished typing and sent out quickly without checking.

——

In fact, Chen Zhuo was already walking to his bedroom, but the second after the phone vibrated, he stopped and clicked on to take a look.

"I like you... I didn't finish talking just now, I'm sorry I'm sorry [Kang Kow Kow]"

The moment after reading the text message, the man's nasal cavity overflowed with a low smile, he took a long breath, and moved his fingers like aftertaste.

He just let go too early, so he should hold him longer and longer to be worthy of this little guy's cuteness index.

——

Early the next morning, Chen Zhuo went to buy breakfast from outside. He doesn't cook every day, and occasionally becomes lazy, such as after a sleepless night.

As soon as the black coffee, bread and other things were set on the dining table, I noticed a small messy, neatly dressed, timidly sneaking out of the room.

The little slacker who hadn't appeared at this point in three hundred years, unexpectedly got up early today.

Chen Zhuo looked over and was a little surprised: "Morning."

Senbei focused on her head to show her hearing and greeting.

She stayed up all night and fidgeted all night in the room. At about 7 o'clock, Senbei posted to the door to eavesdrop. She knew that Chen Zhuo would wake up at 7 o'clock on time, and there would be the sound of him going to the bathroom to wash outside. He went to the kitchen...oh no, he seemed to be out today.

For the next half an hour, like a puppy waiting for the owner's return, Senbei, who had been leaning cross-legged in the door, suddenly turned back when he heard the door opening.

He stretched out his hand, retracted, and pushed and pulled Tai Chi like a solid doorknob at least ten times, finally Senbei gritted his teeth and opened the door.

She wants to see him.

She thought about him all night, an incredible man who also liked her. But she didn't dare, she was totally embarrassed to show this joy too obviously, for fear of annoying her.

When he really came out and clearly caught the surprise in the man’s tone that could not be ignored, Senbei regretted it, he must be embarrassed when he was over I disturbed his normal life rhythm, right? I did something wrong the first day I was liked, so tired...

_(:з」∠)_

While still thinking about it repeatedly in his heart, Chen Zhuo suddenly said, "What are you doing here? Come over for breakfast."

Senbei froze for a moment, and all the tangled emotions of self-blame disappeared, and he accelerated his pace a little, and sat opposite him.

Still... dare not look up and look at him.

In the field of vision, a clapping hand pushed over a cup of steaming milk tea and a plate with a cheese and ham sandwich.

"I just adjusted it downstairs," he added steadily: "The original taste is three-point sweet."

This term inexplicably became Senbei's sensitive points, and when his face became hot, his ears became faintly hot.

Senbei lowered his eyebrows and stretched out his hand to hold the cup in front of him.

The opposite person called her: "You will wait."

Senbei took a forearm, and only heard him say: "Give me your hand."

The tone is serious.

Not understanding, Xianbei still obediently handed her right hand over, but his head remained low as before, as if there was a laboratory doctor sitting opposite, about to pull out the needle to draw her blood.

She only dared to take a peek tremblingly.

However, the man across the table did not act excessively. He did not pull or tugged, but his expression did not change with his eyes closed, and he stroked the sleeves of her overly long sweater for her twice.

The cuffs returned to the wrists, which was the most suitable length. He stroked and said quietly: "The sleeves are so long. It will be up to you how you take the bread."

Senbei blushed at the words that seemed to be both condemning and caring.

"The other one," he said.

Senbei obediently handed his left hand over.

Continue to roll her sleeves, just like a... a big brother with great care.

Seeing that everything was done, Senbei was about to withdraw his hand, but Chen Zhuo didn't let it go anymore and buckled it in place.

A small tender white hand is easy to wrap in his palm, and it is difficult to escape with a little effort.

Senbei was so frightened that he didn't dare to move.

Probably noticing the stiffness of the girl, the man's fingers suddenly changed their position, from being surrounded by silent expressions before coming to her fingers forcefully.

Fingers interlocked.

This kind of touch with no leeway and no space left Senbei's spine shivering, and there was an electric shock.

"Have you ever held a man's hand?" The person across the table suddenly asked with a smile.

This blatant question... Senbei's face was burning, she gritted her back teeth and shook her head vigorously.

"That's more of a hold." The smile deepened, maybe, this is the real purpose of his sleeve, who knows.