Author: Yuecanglang

Late at night, Li Zhenyu left the dormitory.

Cui Xiuying's massage techniques were not truly passed down by her grandfather.

On the contrary, he summed up a set of effective concepts by himself, which won Li Zhenyu's favor.

Even though the strength is too low, the durability needs to be improved.

By pressing and pressing, people lose their strength.

He lay there limply, like a dehydrated traveler who got lost on the sofa.

On the other hand, Xu Xian, who had been 'drunk to death' in the bed next door, slept particularly deeply.

"Hmm~"

Sitting up holding his head, Xu Xian found that he had returned to the dormitory.

The last impression I had of last night was that the president was sitting next to me.

"ah!"

There was a stabbing pain in his head, and Xu Xian couldn't help but lower his head.

At the same time, I also saw Sooyoung Unnie on the bed next door, lying on the bed and sleeping soundly like a madman.

Her hair was messy and draped over her face, and there were some bruises on her exposed long legs.

The quilt and bedsheets were wrinkled, just like sisters after playing with each other on weekdays. Xu Xian thought with a guilty conscience, 'Isn't it because I did something when I was drunk?'

"Eh?"

He reached out and touched the map on the bed sheet, which looked like the mark of dried water stains.

Xu Xian tilted his head with a question mark on his face and murmured: "Can you still wet the bed at such an old age?"

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The biological clock struck on time, prompting Li Zhenyu's dormant brain to be thankfully active.

He opened his eyes and looked down at Yoona in his arms.

Tears of joy from last night were still hanging on her delicate and pretty face.

It seemed that she was really happy.

Putting her aside gently, Li Zhenyu lifted the quilt and wanted to get up.

Suddenly, I discovered that there was a curled up Kim Taeyeon lying on her thigh.

She crossed her arms to hold his thighs in her arms, as if they would disappear as soon as she let go.

"Is this really a hug?"

Li Zhenyu joked and then carefully pulled out his leg.

After leaving the room, Li Zhenyu found the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water.

"President...Oppa?"

Looking back, Li Zhenyu held the water glass and smiled: "Ah, it's Xiaoxian!"

"Nai, Oppa, why are you here?"

Xu Xian was really curious as to why Oppa was here.

Moreover, he was only wearing a pair of shorts.

Good, good...terrible!

Xu Xian quickly turned his head away, not daring to think about the scene just now.

That scene was really scary for her pure self.

"I drank too much last night, so I slept on the sofa here."

Li Zhenyu walked to the sofa as he spoke, picked up the pants on the floor and put them on, "Why did you wake up so early, everyone else is still sleeping."

It's not even eight o'clock, and the child got up too early.

He originally wanted to leave quietly while the children were still awake.

Now, the idea is dead.

After hearing him put on his clothes, Xu Xiancai said quietly: "It's because I'm thirsty, so I came to find some water."

"Oh, do you want some ice?"

"Oppa, I did it myself... added it."

Passing the ice water to her, Li Zhenyu opened the cold dish and saw the ingredients for miso soup and vegetables inside.

A bowl of miso soup at this time will make your stomach feel more comfortable.

"Xiao Xian."

Xu Xian, who was holding a cup in both hands, raised his head in confusion.

"Can you make miso soup?"

"Will do."

Xu Xian is in charge of seasoning, and Li Zhenyu handles the ingredients.

A vegetable knife turned out flowers in his hand, which made Xiaoxian dazzled.

"Did Oppa have any special training?"

"No, I just like it."

Li Zhenyu's experience with knives all comes from the Internet, memory and the anatomy of killings during hunting.

A strong physique, long-term training, and ultimate control over strength and oneself.

Allowing him to easily display some skills that rely on strength and speed.

For an ordinary person, it would be a manifestation of extraordinary talent.

"Who is cooking what? It smells so good!"

After smelling the smell, Huang Meiying came to the kitchen sleepily.

Seeing clearly the busy figure inside, his mouth gradually opened to the extreme.

"Oppa, thank you."

In front of the dining table, Huang Meiying, who spent 20 minutes putting on simple makeup without makeup, put her hands together to express her gratitude to him.

Being able to drink a bowl of hot miso soup after a hangover is really enjoyable.

"I am only responsible for the side dishes, Xiaoxian's contribution is greater."

Huang Meiying tasted the taste with a spoon and raised her head in surprise: "Xiaoxian, marry me!"

Xu Xian's face turned red, and he said angrily: "Unnie!"

"Hey, our Xiaoxian doesn't want to!"

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Sighing regretfully, Huang Meiying raised her head and said with a bad smile: "So, does our Xu Xian have a man she likes?"

Xu Xian's heart was beating wildly, he glanced at Li Zhenyu beside him in panic, and said angrily: "Unnie!!"

The aggravated tone made Huang Meiying beg for mercy again and again.

Even though she is the youngest member of the group, it is also very scary when the maknae gets angry.

You know there is a kind of person who doesn't yell or scream when he is angry, but just looks at you quietly.

I kept seeing you feel hairy inside, and couldn't help but get furious. Finally, you bowed your head and apologized under her gaze.

That's how Seohyun is, no one wants to experience her death gaze.

"Wow, there's breakfast."

Quan Yuli, who looked like a fool, ran over like crazy, pulled out a chair and sat down, casually scratched his head and said: "Oppa, did you do it?"

"Xiaoxian made it."

"Wow, our little Xian is really virtuous...I want it too."

She raised her head and pouted to act coquettishly towards Xu Xian, as if she was the youngest one.

Xiaoxian stood up and helped her fill a bowl, and warned her carefully: "Unnie, it's very hot."

"Yeah, thank you, Xiaoxian, our Xiaoxian is so nice!"

This tone of voice, the routine of praising first and then using it, is done with great proficiency.

Huang Meiying rolled her eyes. Only Xu Xian asked her happily, "How does it taste? Do you want another bowl? How about it with rice?"
To be continued...