Did Lowes succeed today? [Comprehensive British and American]

With his cold body submerged in the slightly scalding water, Erth exhaled lightly and half-closed his eyes comfortably.

The bathroom was steaming, and Erce sank, letting the hot water soak up to his chin.

He raised his arms and slid lazily on the water ski, half tilting his head.

"Would you like hot tea?" Rogers' voice came from outside.

Erce responded.

Rogers wandered into the kitchen to see if he could get Erce something to rest on.

Open the refrigerator, the scenery inside is really unexpected.There was no food at all, but... Rogers reached out and took out a bottle of wine, and then looked at the refrigerator full of all kinds of wine.

He didn't know that the doctor was an alcoholic.

Glancing at the bathroom, shaking his head, he stuffed the wine back into the refrigerator.Rogers scoured the kitchen—instant cereal, black coffee, tea bags, bread.

The seasoning is complete and full, and it looks like it has not been touched at all.

Tableware, teacups, and seasoning boxes are exquisite and eye-catching one by one.

He opened the drawer of the cabinet and looked at the neatly placed various table forks inside. He took a blue porcelain spoon and put it in front of his eyes, then put it back to its original position and closed the drawer.

There are no tableware that can be used in the drawer, they are all works of art.

He couldn't help sighing, the doctor might not be an elf who drank dew and lived.

Burning the teapot, Rogers walked out of the kitchen and walked to the door of the bathroom, "Doctor?"

The sound of water sloshing inside, and the lazy voice hummed softly.Rogers' heart skipped a beat.He cleared his throat, "I'll go back and get something, I'll be back soon."

"understood."

Rogers glanced at the tight door, pinched his nose, and walked out.

He searched his refrigerator, and flipped through the cookbook he bought to see if he could make some warm soup. When he found the ingredients and was about to turn back, he stopped in his tracks.

Looking back, he decided to carry his refrigerator away.Then he walked back and grabbed the bowl and spoon.

After putting his refrigerators side by side in the doctor's kitchen, he couldn't help laughing as he looked at the two refrigerators.Humming an incomprehensible tune, he opened the cookbook and put it aside, and he started to prepare everything.

Although it was simply taking care of the doctor for a meal, it seemed inexplicably that the long-awaited thing finally came true.

Of course, it is also possible that people are in good spirits on happy occasions.Rogers was cutting onions, his face was slightly raised, his eyes were blurred with tears, and his mouth was wide.

A faint smell of soap and misty hot air floated in, and Rogers turned his head, the knife almost chopped off his hand.

The doctor was wearing silver-blue silk pajamas with a very shallow neckline, and he could see his white and powdery chest soaked in hot water.Blue is bluer, white is whiter, and pink is pinker.

Black hair stuck to the side of the face, no glasses.Small and slender, with an indistinguishable taste between a man and a teenager.

Rogers knew that doctors were good-looking, but he didn't expect...doctors could be even better.

Maybe it's really a spirit...

Erce leaned against the door, eyeing the newest addition to his kitchen—a silver-gray double-door refrigerator.

Meeting Rogers' sight, he slightly raised his eyebrows, "What are you looking at me with tears in your eyes?"

Rogers froze for a moment, raised his hand reflexively and rubbed his eyes, then hissed and burst into tears.

Erce frowned, "You..."

"I'm chopping onions!" Rogers interrupted hastily. "I'm not crying."

Erce snorted and approached.

Rogers was holding a kitchen knife, tall and tall, and took a few steps back.Erce stopped approaching, "I'm so scary?"

"No, I'm just..." Rogers held back for a while as the afterimage of the chopper danced, "I just haven't seen much of the world."

Erce...? ? ?

"...The onion is a bit choking, don't get too close." Rogers tried hard to restore his shaky image.

"Put it in water, it will be better." Ess looked at his red eye sockets, and bent the corner of his lower lip.

Rogers looked at the curvature of his mouth in a daze, feeling that the frequency of his heart beat had changed a bit.Turning on the faucet, he began to focus on the onion in his hand, cutting, cutting, cutting——

Erce looked at the tall man who was busy chopping vegetables for a while, and turned away as if he had nothing to do with him.

Rogers immediately chased after him, baba.

Taking a dry towel to wipe his hair, Erce bowed his head and turned away.Rogers turned his head quickly, as if he had been looking at the onion.

The hand wiping his hair stopped, Erce blinked his eyes, and waited for a while.Rogers peeked over again.

Erce...what's new.

Rogers was caught making small movements, embarrassed, and stopped staring.

Twisting his hair, Erce turned back to the kitchen.

Rogers straightened and felt the back of the gaze.

"What are you going to do for me?"

"...Well, Cream of Mushroom Soup." Rogers unconsciously flipped through the book before remembering what he was going to do.Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath.

"You seem nervous." Erce eyed him up.

Rogers fished out the onion and began to chop the mushrooms, "I, um... just feel like I'm not awake."

Erce hummed inexplicably, and stepped aside.

Rogers turned his head and saw Erce looking at the open cookbook, which was very close to him.When I turned the pages of the book, I could see blue veins on the back of my hands and wrists, and my skin was so white that it seemed to be translucent.

The side face was flushed, and the eyes were watery.

The doctor continues to stay here, whether he can make this soup is another question.

Rogers thought painfully and happily.

Erce glanced at him sideways, hesitated, and moved closer.

Rogers let him approach him dumbly, "Doctor..."

Ess turned around an angle, wrapped his arms around his waist, and rubbed his face against his back, "Now? Are you awake?"

Rogers... this can't be better at all!

He clattered the kitchen knife, turned around and pinched the waist of the elf who was definitely drinking dew, lifted it, sent it forward, put it down, and said solemnly, "Now, doctor, don't move until I finish cooking for you! "

Caught off guard, Erce was forced to sit on the menu... "Okay."

Rogers took a deep breath, quickened his hands and feet, and tried to ignore the man who pulled out the menu from under his buttocks, flipped it slowly, and shook his legs.While being distracted, one must also be methodical.

When the pot was ready to fry the flour, he couldn't hold back, walked over, and pinned Erth's legs, "...I know it's too much. But don't shake your legs, okay?"

Erce put down the menu, "Should I go out?"

"You can't go out. That's it, just stay." Rogers blushed for himself when he said his request.There is no such unreasonable person!

"Okay——" Ess was helpless, raised his hand to touch his chin, and scratched it, "You do well. I want to eat."

Rogers used four times his self-control to walk back to the stove, exuding a chilling atmosphere all over his body.

Erce cocked his feet and looked lazily at his work.

After opening two pots, and finally the milky white soup became thicker and thicker, exuding a salty and fresh aroma, Rogers was sincerely relieved, and his back was covered with a layer of white sweat.

After taking a sip, he was sure it tasted good. He scooped up a bowl and handed it to Ess, "Taste—"

Erce blew on the hot air on the bowl, and slowly took a sip, "Mmm, it's delicious."

Milky, salty, and slightly numbing taste of black pepper, the soup is very thick.Whether it's the smooth soup or the pliable mushrooms you bite into, the texture is great.

Rogers grinned, put his hands on his side, and smirked.

Erce drank most of it, his stomach was warm and warm, and just about to put a spoonful of it into his mouth when he was seven or eight percent full, meeting Rogers' bright eyes, he turned his hand as if consciously, and put it into his mouth.

Rogers stared slightly with the spoon in his mouth.

Erce didn't know why he made this movement, he paused, raised his hand and fed it slowly.

Rogers was taken to the bone by the sweetness, his eyes were burning like the sun, and rippling like water.

Erce pursed his lower lip, and the rest of the bowl was spoon-fed into Rogers' mouth.

Erce put down the bowl, and poked the golden-yellow, soft-looking thing on the menu with his hand, "I want to eat creme brulee tomorrow morning."

"Okay." Rogers' heart was bulging, and he didn't know how to vent it, so he could only answer loudly, "I'll do it for you."

Erce nodded, "Do you have a rest tomorrow?"

"Well, I've been resting recently." Rogers traced his face, but couldn't get enough.

"Go and buy some cookbooks after breakfast." Erce tilted his head, "I don't want to go out to eat."

"Okay." Rogers laughed.

"After buying the recipes, go to the supermarket to buy ingredients..." Erce continued.

"Hmm." Rogers' eyes fell on his open and closed lips.

"I'll move you in the afternoon." Erce stroked his chin.

Rogers hummed suspiciously.

"Move to my house." Erth rubbed the soft flesh in his jaw with his fingertips.

Rogers snorted.

"No?" Erce looked him in the eye.

"Okay! It must be done!" Rogers immediately stated.

"Let's watch a movie together in the evening—" Ess put his hand on the hand beside him, "tonight..."

Rogers couldn't bear it anymore, he lowered his head and grabbed his mouth as he slowly planned tomorrow's itinerary.

Erce leaned back slightly and murmured.

Rogers kissed him, tense, tense, ready to retreat.

Erce raised his hand and rubbed the back of his neck, closed his eyes, and bit down.

Rogers took a heavy breath, and wrapped his hands around the waist he had coveted for a long time, strangling until there was no gap between the two.

The first kiss was long and lingering, and it became more and more passionate and restrained.

After a long, long time, Erth felt a little out of breath, rubbed the back of his neck and squeezed it.Rogers panted slightly, parted his lips, and pressed his forehead against him.

"Are you awake?" Erce teased, his mouth was dry from being sucked, it was a little painful and hot.

Rogers laughed, "I'm awake, there's nothing more sober than this time." His eyes fell on the pair of lips that were pale just now, but now they are thick and attractive, swallowed dryly, and pecked and kissed several times.

"Although it's the first time I've made it, it tastes great." Rogers twitched the corner of his mouth, pointing unclearly.

Erce hummed.

Rogers tightened his arms and looked straight at him, his eyes burning.

Ess glanced down, raised his knee slightly, and rolled it slowly.Rogers snorted and looked at him accusingly.

"If you still want to sleep with me today, just take care of yourself." Erce narrowed his eyes, "I haven't prepared anything yet, I don't want to."

Rogers blushed suddenly, "...I'm not in such a hurry."

Erce raised his eyebrows, "Why didn't you say it when you were playing hooligans?"

"This is a normal reaction..." Rogers rubbed his shoulders and muttered, "You know that I like you so much, but you deliberately lead me bad."

Erce rolled his eyes at the sky and shoved, "Wash the dishes."

Rogers groaned, "The dinner benefits are over—ah."

Erce stood down from the cabinet, "After washing, come out and dry my hair."

"Okay!" Rogers responded happily.

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