Qing Yan's heart suddenly felt uncomfortable as if it was blocked.
Xi Ming's unexpected intimate behavior made her feel warm, but he actually regarded himself as a man?
God, isn't that kidding?
She stood up slowly, helped Xi Ming wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said softly: "Don't think too much, lie down with peace of mind, I'll make some porridge for you."
She stood up lonely and turned her back. A line of clear tears fell. The depression in her heart was really hard to calm down. Her soul wandered out of her body and walked towards the kitchen dullly.
The stove was hot and the casserole was filled with steam. Qing Yan stood there quietly, unable to help but think a lot.
It seems that Xi Ming was very hurt, and he was so hurtful that he could not argue with his men and women. However, his temperament has not changed. What should I do?
"Shishe!" The boiling porridge water broke the lid of the pot and overflowed.
Qing Yan hurriedly reached out to lift the lid of the pot, but unexpectedly, the scorching lid immediately burned her clumsy fingers. "Ah!" exclaimed, and the lid was overturned to the ground and smashed it to pieces.
She squatted on the ground in annoyance, letting tears fall. At this moment, I don’t know if it was her hands or her heart hurt even more.
After finally cooking a bowl of porridge, she carefully padded it with a rag and brought it into Xi Ming's room.
At this moment, he had fallen asleep peacefully again.
After looking at Xi Ming who was breathing evenly, Qing Yan sighed slowly, turned around and looked at the mirror. He saw that the person in the mirror was wearing a manly outfit. Although he looked a little weak, he could not hide his elegant temperament.
He smiled bitterly and thought to himself, does Xi Ming like such a person?
Well, since that's the case, I'll just give it to you!
He quietly walked into his wing room, folded the girl's clothes and pants one by one, and stored the ornaments he carried with him into the bottom of the wooden box.
Then, she walked into Huangfu Shi's room again, sorted out a few decent sets of clothes, and prepared to change them for Xi Ming. However, those sizes were too large to wear for her.
I smiled bitterly and thought to myself, I'll go to the market tomorrow to buy some suitable ones.
After she finished tidying up the room, it was already dark.
He walked into Xi Ming's room gently, but saw that he had already sat up, holding the bowl of casserole and drinking porridge voraciously. Seeing Qing Yan coming, he smiled silly, "This porridge is so delicious,
I haven't eaten such delicious food in a long time!"
"Long time?" Qing Yan looked at him with distress.
Xi Ming's face suddenly stiffened. He slowly put down the casserole in his hand and scratched his scalp thoughtfully, "Hey? Why would I say such things? Have I drunk it before? Huh? I
From the moment I remember, I just ate bran rice on the farm. Oh! By the way, did you often cook porridge for me in the past?"
Qing Yan smiled helplessly. He was the prince and had a rich and delicious food throughout his life. Naturally, delicious food is indispensable. But now a bowl of ordinary porridge makes him praise it. Times have changed.
"Well, sir, occasionally!" Qing Yan told a little lie.
But a strange light suddenly appeared in Xi Ming's eyes. His eyes were straight at the clothes held in Qing Yan's hand, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity suddenly surged into his heart.