An Yin cleaned up the apartment before MuMian got there. After she went in, she changed her shoes and watched the boy put the cake down, his eyes were dark, and he looked over at her quietly.
MuMian subconsciously avoided his gaze. She put down the bag in her hand and blinked. She couldn’t help but feel a little strange, why should she hide?
She’s not a kid, so why?
Thinking about this, MuMian looked over again. He hadn’t looked away, and the two people’s eyes met in the air.
The incandescent lamp in the room reflected the young man’s figure, and his expression was calm. When the girl looked over, he pulled his lips slightly.
MuMian avoided his eyes again.
Maybe because it was only the two of them in the room, but the atmosphere was incredibly quiet. MuMian was still wearing the other’s coat, so she scratched the sleeves, and took it off.
The dress she wore today was a floral design, the length is just above the knee, showing her collarbone.
Seeing her take off her coat, An Yin just glanced and looked away. He pursed his lips and walked towards the kitchen.
She heard the voice of the young man, and his voice was steady, “Sister, you can watch TV. I’ll cook.”
MuMian looked over with a little surprise, “You can cook?”
An Yin paused, he leaned his body slightly and stared at her with round and clear eyes. He quietly blinked, his face tightened, and looked inexplicably pitiful.
He said softly, “No.”
“…Then I will do it?” MuMian asked again.
As soon as his voice fell, the girl saw the milky-white boy nod slightly, and his lips open, “Let’s do it together.”
MuMian nodded and walked over without noticing anything wrong.
She opened the refrigerator and it was full of ingredients. MuMian raised her eyebrows and took the ingredients out. She saw the teenager grabbed a potato.
His small face droops slightly, his expression was serious. Holding a spatula in his hands, he began to scrape the potato skins.
This scene was pretty good-looking, but the handsome guy was actually scraping potato skins?
MuMian blinked and asked, “How do you usually eat?”
The boy’s hands trembled, his face looking down, MuMian couldn’t see his expression. An Yin was quiet for a few seconds, in a calm but cold tone, “At school.”
He bit his lip, paused, and then silently said, “Usually, I always order takeaways at home, and sometimes I don’t want to eat if it is too troublesome.”
Without waiting for MuMian to answer, he suddenly stopped and said in a low voice, “When I am alone, I don’t actually feel hungry sometimes…Although I often have stomach pains.”
It was too miserable for the little classmate… such a lovely child. She thought for a while and comforted, “Don’t be sad, sister will be with you in the future.”
The boy looked over, with an inexplicable red glowing around his round eyes, looking aggrieved. He silently stared at her for a few seconds before muttering, “Sister is so nice.”
He stared at the other party’s pink lips, his eyes darkened, his Adam’s apple rolled slightly, and he wanted to cover it, but he remembered that it was not time yet. The boy didn’t know what she was thinking, his eyes sank slightly.
MuMian stayed quiet for a few seconds, and then said comfortingly, “No matter how bad it is, MuJuan can keep you company at school.”