Curve Romance [ABO]

"No, I just finished washing..." Wen Qingyun squeezed the coat tightly, "Since you are here, just return it to..."

"Here we are." Xiang Ye interrupted Wen Qingyun, put the gear on and turned off the engine, looked out the window, and looked at Wen Qingyun's neighborhood.

Wen Qingyun thought that Xiang Ye was driving him away, so he put his jacket on the co-pilot with good eyesight, and got out of the car by himself.

"Thank you for sending me off. I'll go back first." Wen Qingyun said as she got out of the car.

"Wait, I have work arrangements to tell you." Xiang Ye spoke before Wen Qingyun closed the car door.

Wen Qingyun didn't doubt that he was there. It was just getting dark, and he couldn't rest so early, so he didn't refuse.

"Would you like to go to a nearby coffee shop?"

"Just go to your house and sit for a while, it won't be too long, don't bother me." Xiang Ye said and got out of the car, not intending to give Wen Qingyun a chance to refuse.

Wen Qingyun lived on the second floor, and Xiang Ye followed him when he went upstairs, looking at his sunburnt nape, where the glands were protruding, small and round, very beautiful.

I really want to just bite down like this.

Wen Qingyun should be startled, will she cry and hug herself and beg for mercy...

Xiang Ye was taken aback by his own thoughts, coughed lightly, and quickly diverted his attention.

Every floor of the residential building is monitored, and the door is also a strong anti-theft door. It should be no problem to ensure basic personal safety.

Xiang Ye felt relieved, but his heart was still beating enthusiastically.

It was the first time for him to come to Wen Qingyun's real home.

in the door.

The facilities in the house are no different from those in ordinary homes, except that Wen Qingyun's is simpler and warmer.

The dining table is covered with a blue checkered tablecloth, and the TV is covered with a dustproof cloth... The room is filled with the faint smell of omega grass pheromones, which smells very good.

"Have you eaten yet? Do you want to have some at my place." As the owner of the house, Wen Qingyun asked politely out of habit.

"You know how to do it?" Xiang Ye didn't take it seriously.

"Well, is fried rice okay?" Wen Qingyun said as he rolled up his sleeves and went to the kitchen.

Just as Xiang Ye sat down at the dining table, he looked at Wen Qingyun in shock when he heard this, thinking he had heard it wrong.

When the two lived together abroad, he cooked all the meals at home, and Wen Qingyun didn't know how to cook at all.

"Isn't it sick? What are you rushing about? I ordered takeaway on the way just now, and I'll wait." Xiang Ye raised his eyelids and said, unwilling to refuse.

Xiang Ye doesn't intend to give Wen Qingyun a chance to show off, he can't even peel an egg, and he even cooks.

He didn't dare to eat dark dishes.

Wen Qingyun was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly remembered that Xiang Ye had been looking at his phone at the traffic lights just now, and it turned out that he was ordering takeaway...

"Then I'll go and change clothes first." At this moment, Wen Qingyun was more concerned about the smell of Xiang Ye's body, and the smell of motor oil on her body.

After Wen Qingyun returned to the bedroom, only Xiang Ye was left in the living room. He stood up and looked at the various small objects in the living room.

He was attracted by the bright red helmet in the cupboard, which had been polished spotlessly by its owner.

Xiang Ye was a little curious. He had never seen this helmet before, and Wen Qingyun didn't drive a racing car, let alone use it.

Xiang Ye walked over to take a closer look, when his phone rang suddenly, it was the takeaway delivered downstairs.

Xiang Ye took another look at the helmet in the cupboard, looked away, and planned to get takeaway first.

When Wen Qingyun changed into a white short t-shirt, washed her face and returned to the living room, Xiang Ye had already brought back the takeaway.

After taking it apart, except for the porridge with a little minced meat on the table, the rest are all vegetarian dishes that Xiang Ye likes to eat.

"Come here, eat." Xiang Ye said.

Wen Qingyun was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect to eat these himself, he resisted subconsciously.

He doesn't like vegetables.

"I'm not hungry yet, or I'll make it myself later. Aren't you hungry? You eat first." Wen Qingyun looked at the green vegetables and politely declined Xiang Ye's 'kindness'.

Xiang Ye didn't expect that Wen Qingyun would still be so picky after three years.

"I suddenly remembered that I'm going to Berlin for the competition. I can't eat any of these. It will affect my body fat data."

Wen Qingyun's expression was gloomy, he stretched out his finger, and secretly pushed away the plate of stir-fried bamboo shoots closest to him.

"Then can I not eat it?" Wen Qingyun discussed in a low voice.

Xiang Ye didn't give him face, and even coaxed and lied: "It's just right to be sick, eat lightly, there are no small meatballs today, and you are not allowed to be picky eaters."

"But it's just right to be sick, and you should also supplement your nutrition." Wen Qingyun couldn't hold back, and retorted.

Xiang Ye didn't seem to expect that Wen Qingyun would talk back, he smiled narrowly, Wen Qingyun's face that was always expressionless could be regarded as angry.

"If I say you can't eat it, you can't eat it. I'm a creditor. Listen to me and don't talk back to me." Xiang Ye said domineeringly like a rascal.

Wen Qingyun frowned slightly, her eyes seemed to be filled with water, the more she looked at her, the softer her heart became, and the more she wanted to bully her.

"Eat first, and then talk about work after eating." Xiang Ye said softly.

Wen Qingyun didn't continue to be willful like a child who wanted candy, and he didn't lose the right to be willful long ago.

He obediently picked up the spoon to scoop up the porridge and served it, only to find that it tasted pretty good.

It may also be a recovery from a serious illness and a good appetite.

Wen Qingyun's cheeks bulged, she moved every movement, she didn't pay attention to Xiang Ye at all, let alone the tenderness in the man's eyes.

Under the bright yellow light, Wen Qing's long and dense eyelashes cast a shadow, stirring Xiang Ye's heart.

Gradually, Xiang Ye couldn't laugh anymore, Wen Qingyun almost drank the whole bowl of porridge, and there was a tendency to continue.

Xiang Ye got up subconsciously, and walked to Wen Qingyun's side with a serious expression.

Wen Qingyun, who was eating well, felt that he was shrouded in a shadow, he swallowed the boiled cabbage heart in his mouth, and looked up at Xiang Ye ignorantly like a silly deer.

Xiang Ye supported the table with one hand and the back of the chair with the other, encircling him in the middle.

Sudden oppression mixed in with the pheromones of the chocolate.

It was so sudden that Wen Qingyun didn't even have time to react, her body became limp.

Xiang Ye put his hand into Wen Qingyun's clothes with a sullen face.

"Xiang Ye!" Wen Qingyun was startled, blushing and trying to escape.

Xiang Ye held down the back of Wen Qingyun's neck, and gently touched Wen Qingyun's lower abdomen with the other hand.

"Your belly is bulging, don't eat it, I'll have to send you to the hospital if you're overstretched." Xiang Ye said seriously.

Wen Qingyun's ears turned red in an instant, and he felt that his face was so hot that it was about to smoke.

"I won't, I won't eat, let me go, I won't bother you if I go to the hospital." Wen Qingyun turned her head away to prevent Xiang Ye from looking at his blushing cheeks.

Under the white short T, Xiang Ye took the opportunity to see the still bruised scar, his eyes were dim.

"You didn't take the medicine?" Xiang Ye asked.

"It's on, but you can't see it from the back waist, so it's not on..." Wen Qingyun tried to cover her bare skin, and said.

Xiang Ye pondered for a moment, pulled the chair and sat down, pulled Wen Qingyun's arm, and pulled it in his direction.

"What are you doing again, Xiang Ye!..."

Wen Qingyun's refusal was too late to speak, and was dragged into his arms by Xiang Ye.

And then he had already straddled Xiang Ye's lap, facing Xiang Ye face to face, even their breaths were entangled and blended.

Xiang Ye took out the prepared ointment from his pants pocket.

"It's so troublesome...Pick up your clothes and expose your waist, and I'll give you medicine." Xiang Ye said impatiently.