However, Ji Xiuli said only one sentence and did not continue, just hugging her tighter.

"Xuli? Have you returned to the Ji family's old house?" Ji Xinyao frowned.

He looked at her silently, not speaking.

Ji Xinyao was anxious and raised her hand to grab his arm: "Have you returned to the old house? Is there any?"

He did not respond, quietly hiding the waves surrounding his eyes that were hard to tell whether they were happy or sad. He suddenly covered his stomach and smacked his lips: "No. I'm hungry~"

Ji Xinyao's mouth twitched hard. Seeing that his expression had not changed much, he was worried that he would know something, but seeing that he didn't look like this, he hesitantly turned around and went into the kitchen.

Five minutes later, the water in the kitchen was boiling. Ji Xinyao walked out and wiped his hands. Seeing Ji Xiuli was still sitting on the sofa, he couldn't see his expression, and didn't know what he was thinking now.

She turned and walked into the bedroom, finding the household registration book that had only been printed on two pages.

This household registration book was a household registration that she asked a classmate's parents to reissue when she took Xiu Li away from Ji's house seven years ago. The first page is her, and the second page is Ji Xiu Li.

Seven years ago, she resolutely left that home. She still remembered that Ji Xiuli was waiting at the intersection in a winter night of more than 20 degrees below zero, wearing a thin single clothes, saying that she wanted to go with her.

At that time, both of them were covered in bruises and wounds. At that time, they were only in their teenage years old and had already experienced the warmth and coldness of the world.

Disguising the dark memories in her heart, she turned around and put the household registration book in her bag, walked out of the bedroom, and walked straight into the kitchen. Seeing that the water had boiled, she took out two packs of noodles from the refrigerator.

Ji Xinyao was holding up the chopsticks and gently stirring the noodles in the water. Suddenly, her waist warmed up. She was stunned. She saw that Ji Xiuli had entered the kitchen at some point. She suddenly hugged her waist behind her. She smiled helplessly: "Okay noodles tonight?"

He didn't say anything, but just hugged her tightly behind her, covered her belly with his hands, and put his chin on the side of her neck as if he was acting coquettish. He looked at her like a newly married wife when cooking noodles. He suddenly smiled dumbly: "Ji Xinyao, a woman like you who looks strong on the surface and soft on the inside will be a waste of resources if she doesn't marry her home as a wife~"

Ji Xinyao was too lazy to pay attention to him. While putting down the chopsticks, she suddenly bent her arms and hit her back hard, hitting her directly in his chest. Sure enough, Ji Xiuli hummed in pain, letting go of her, covering her chest with an exaggerated expression of internal injuries, shaking outward.

"Boy, dare to eat your sister's tofu! I will eat my tofu next time, and my aunt will ruin you!"

"Ji Xinyao, you shrewd woman! I curse you that you will never get married in your life!" A wailing sound roared in the living room.

"Tsk, I'm afraid your curse will fail." Ji Xinyao muttered again. Seeing that the noodles had been cooked, he turned off the fire and stirred the lower one. He turned around and looked at Ji Xiuli who was sitting on the sofa and picked up the strawberries from the cake and stuffed them into his mouth.

After looking at his face carefully again, Ji Xinyao immediately widened her eyes. Why did she feel that this boy's face is a bit similar to Gu Nanxi?

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Chapter completed!