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The two stood in the hallway for a long time, until Bo Ying felt cold, and only then did she seem to come back to her senses.
She buried her head in He Jingxiu’s arms, smelling his familiar bitter, earthy fragrance, somewhat reluctant to let him go.
“What time is it?” she asked.
He Jingxiu intimately rubbed her ear, his voice low and hoarse: “One o’clock?”
Bo Ying “oh-ed,” then after a moment of silence, asked, “So, what time are you planning to go back?”
He Jingxiu’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he replied, “Whenever you want me to go back.”
“...”
Bo Ying was silent for a moment, then whispered, “I don’t want you to go back.”
“It’s not convenient,” He Jingxiu naturally wanted to stay here too, but not only was her brother downstairs, there were also other women living here. Before greeting them, it wasn’t appropriate for him to stay.
Bo Ying heard him, wanting to say that it wasn’t inconvenient at all, but thinking of Yuan Yuan who was asleep, she also felt a little embarrassed to ask him to stay.
She couldn’t help but draw warmth from the man, whining, “Then I’ll go back with you.”
Hearing that, He Jingxiu chuckled.
He opened his mouth and bit her soft earlobe, whispering, “You want me to lose points with your brother?”
Bo Ying: “...”
That’s not what she meant.
She hugged the man tightly, wanting to cling to him inseparably, fitting perfectly together.
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Perhaps it was easier for emotions to erupt at night, or perhaps people became more sentimental, but at this moment, Bo Ying didn’t want to do anything except hold him close.
“He Jingxiu.”
“Hmm?”
“Nothing.” Bo Ying rubbed against his chest, like a kitten, “Hold me for another five minutes, then you can go back.”
He Jingxiu chuckled, “Okay.”
After five minutes, neither of them let go of the other first.
Time ticked by. Bo Ying mentally prepared herself for a long time, then reluctantly released him, “Five minutes seems to be up.”
He Jingxiu looked down at her, seeing her aggrieved expression, and chuckled softly, “I don’t have work tomorrow.”
Bo Ying looked up in surprise.
He Jingxiu’s voice and kiss fell together, “I can stay with you a little longer.”
He easily pried open her lips, as if to extract something from her. The two intertwined, sinking into each other’s scent.
They forgot how many five-minute kisses they shared.
They only reluctantly separated when they couldn’t breathe.
Their noses touched as they looked at each other.
At this moment, Bo Ying suddenly seemed to confirm her importance in He Jingxiu’s heart. In his eyes, bright as the clear moon, she saw only herself reflected.
She stared straight at him, making He Jingxiu a little unable to bear it.
He leaned down, lightly pecked the corner of her lips, and whispered, “Don’t look at me like that.”
“Then how should I look?” Bo Ying asked humbly.
“...”
He Jingxiu chuckled wryly, saying hoarsely, “If you look at me like that, I won’t leave tonight.”
Hearing that, Bo Ying’s eyes lit up, her meaning very clear.
It would be best if he didn’t leave.
He Jingxiu stroked her soft hair, “I’ll stay with you a bit longer, then you go back to sleep.”
Bo Ying pouted.
He Jingxiu looked at her, and said gently, “Call me when you wake up, and I’ll come pick you up.”
“Then I’ll call you in the morning.”
Seeing her like this, He Jingxiu couldn’t resist kissing her again.
He mumbled his agreement, “Okay.”
...
When two people are together, time always passes quickly.
When Bo Ying returned to her room alone, it was already 2:30 AM.
She stood by the window and looked down, unable to see He Jingxiu’s back, but still stood there for a few minutes.
She secretly curled her lips, then gleefully lay back on the bed, pulling the quilt over her slightly numb and swollen lips. After rolling around in bed a few times, she took out her phone to message him.
Bo Ying: [Are you in the car?]
He Jingxiu: [Mm.]
Bo Ying: [Then don’t reply to my messages while you’re driving.]
He Jingxiu: [Okay.]
Bo Ying: [I said don’t reply to my messages!! Focus on driving.]
He Jingxiu looked at her message, curved his lips, and didn’t reply again.
Bo Ying held her phone, not feeling sleepy at all.
She watched the hour hand change, waiting for a message.
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Over ten minutes later, her phone chimed, it was a message from He Jingxiu.
He had arrived.
Bo Ying: [Are you inside?]
He Jingxiu: [Parking lot.]
Bo Ying: [Oh! Then shall we chat for three more minutes before you go in?]
He Jingxiu: [Probably five minutes, I’ll walk slower.]
Bo Ying hid under the covers, like a high schooler in an early romance, like a young girl tasting love for the first time. Her eyes curved in a smile, her lips lifted, never falling.
Then she agreed to chat for five more minutes.
Even though they had no real topic, they could still chat back and forth for half an hour.
Three minutes turned into five minutes, and five minutes turned into thirty minutes.
In the end, He Jingxiu, considering she’d be tired from staying up late, urged her to go to sleep.
Bo Ying had no choice. Rubbing her fighting eyelids, she could only agree.
Bo Ying: [Good night then.]
He Jingxiu: [Good night.]
Seeing his two words, Bo Ying was about to say he was being perfunctory, when he suddenly sent her a kissing emoji.
It was one she had sent him before.
Bo Ying was slightly startled, laughed out loud under the covers, and then sent him back another kissing emoji.
He Jingxiu: [Sleep.]
Bo Ying: [Oh~]
He Jingxiu: [See you when you wake up.]
Bo Ying: [Mm-hmm.]
...
When she finally put down her phone, it seemed a few more minutes had passed.
But they didn’t seem to notice at all. Bo Ying didn’t know what other people’s relationships were like, but she always felt she had endless energy and could exchange emojis with He Jingxiu for half an hour.
But she really liked it this way.
Call her childish, call her clingy, but that’s just how she was in love.
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Waking up at eleven, Bo Ying immediately messaged He Jingxiu, saying she was awake and asking what he was doing.
He Jingxiu directly sent her a photo.
Bo Ying clicked it open, and the kitchen in the photo looked very familiar.
She was stunned for a moment, then hesitantly replied: [Are you at my brother’s place?]
He Jingxiu: [Mm.]
Bo Ying: [? What are you doing there?]
She asked as she got out of bed.
He Jingxiu: [Learning to cook.]
Bo Ying: [. I’ll be down in a bit.]
He Jingxiu: [Okay.]
Bo Yan looked back and saw He Jingxiu looking at his phone.
He didn’t get angry and casually asked, “Is Bo Ying awake?”
He Jingxiu nodded.
He put his phone away and asked, “What step are we on?”
Actually, coming over to learn cooking from Bo Yan wasn’t entirely spontaneous. He Jingxiu had wanted to learn to cook before, but he was too busy with work. Although Aunt Chen’s cooking was delicious, Bo Ying seemed to prefer Bo Yan’s.
He Jingxiu had no talent for cooking, so he could only put his only motivation for learning to cook into a few rare dishes.
And these few dishes, he had to learn from Bo Yan.
When he woke up in the morning, after finishing his work, he drove over here.
He had originally intended to wait for Bo Ying to wake up at the coffee shop nearby, then come in so she could see him as soon as possible.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he parked at the entrance, he ran into Bo Yan.
Bo Yan didn’t ask him why he was there, and naturally asked, “Is Bo Ying awake?”
“Not yet,” He Jingxiu also didn’t explain why he was up before she was.
Bo Yan nodded, looked at him in his casual attire, and asked, “You don’t know how to cook, do you?”
He Jingxiu: “...”
The two were silent for a few seconds. Bo Yan said, “Have you been to a wet market?”
He Jingxiu was silent again.
For some inexplicable reason, he went to the wet market with Bo Yan.
Then, for some inexplicable reason, he came here with him and entered the kitchen.
Chi Lu met the two of them, smiling, “Looking forward to lunch from the two great chefs.”
He Jingxiu embraced the idea of “when in Rome,” humbly asking Bo Yan for guidance.
Bo Yan didn’t make things difficult for him, first letting him assist, then explaining the steps.
He Jingxiu learned diligently, occasionally taking notes on his phone’s memo, more rigorously, seriously, and carefully than attending a board meeting of the He Group.
...
When Bo Ying hurried downstairs after washing up, the two men were still in the kitchen.
She wanted to go over and take a look, but Chi Lu stopped her.
“What are you going to do?”
“Just look.”
Chi Lu glanced at her, “I’ve already taken a few small videos. You can watch them and come right back, don’t disturb them while they’re cooking.”
Bo Ying: “...”
With a speechless expression, she said, “Didn’t you go too?”
Chi Lu shrugged, “I’m not like you and He Jingxiu, a lovey-dovey couple. If you go, He Jingxiu probably won’t be in the mood to cook. For a beginner like him, being disturbed is the biggest taboo.”
Bo Ying thought about it and actually found it made some sense.
She nodded, grabbed a cushion, and sat on the sofa, her peripheral vision fixed on the kitchen.
From her angle, she could perfectly see the man’s side profile. He wore an apron, his figure tall and upright, his aura noble, out of place in a kitchen, yet exuding a comfortable feeling.
It seemed this person had let down his guard, trying hard to blend in.
Bo Ying stared intently. As if sensing her gaze, He Jingxiu suddenly turned and looked over.
The two looked at each other from a distance.
Bo Ying curved her lips, silently saying: Good luck, CEO He.
He Jingxiu curved his lips in response.
Chi Lu, watching the two exchange glances from the side, snorted, “That’s enough.”
Bo Ying hummed, “I haven’t even said you’ve had enough.”
She accused, “You wouldn’t believe how much PDA you and my brother have forced on me.”
Chi Lu choked, and said very softly, “We’re all family, why bother so much?”
“...”
The two sat on the sofa, watching TV and waiting.
“By the way, why is He Jingxiu at your place?”
Chi Lu leaned lazily on the sofa, watching a variety show as she spoke, “Your brother went out this morning, and ran into him at the door when he came back.”
“Huh?”
Bo Ying was startled, “What time?”
“Around 8 or 9 AM, I guess.”
She turned her head, “Why?”
Bo Ying opened her mouth, wanting to say that he only slept four or five hours. But doing so would easily expose what she did last night, so she held back.
“Nothing.”
She rested her chin on her hand, “Then what happened?”
“Then they went to the wet market together. CEO He said he wanted to learn cooking from your brother, but I don’t think he has much talent.”
Hearing Chi Lu’s complaint, Bo Ying chuckled.
She recalled the food He Jingxiu had made for her; besides the beef noodles being quite good, the others were indeed very, very ordinary.
“Ordinary” was even her best review as a girlfriend.
“Seems so,” Bo Ying said, “He also says he has no talent.”
She thought for a moment, then felt she should save some face for He Jingxiu, and said softly, “But his beef noodles are delicious. Next time, I’ll ask him to make them.”
Chi Lu raised an eyebrow: “Alright.”
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Lunch was prepared by the two CEOs. No one doubted Bo Yan’s cooking skills. Although He Jingxiu wasn’t very good, he was just assisting, so overall, the lunch was quite decent.
Only then did Bo Ying have time to chat with He Jingxiu.
“How does it feel?” she whispered.
He Jingxiu glanced at her, “Not bad?”
Bo Ying smiled, “Then I’ll taste your cooking.”
He Jingxiu curved his lips, not taking credit, “Most of it was made by your brother.”
“I can tell.”
He Jingxiu: “...”
Better not to have said that.
Bo Ying smiled, turned her head, and asked, “Is there a dish that’s 90% your doing?”
He Jingxiu was about to say yes, when Bo Ying pointed, “Is it that one that looks black?”
“...”
He Jingxiu looked at her, his gaze deep.
Bo Ying suppressed a laugh, “What is that, sweet and sour pork ribs?”
He Jingxiu was still looking at her.
Bo Ying: “Then I’ll try this one first.”
The two whispered together, audible to everyone at the table.
Chi Lu and Bo Yan exchanged glances, suppressing their smiles, “I’ll also taste CEO He’s cooking.”
He Jingxiu was speechless, “It’s not very good, Miss Chi, please don’t mind.”
“It’s fine,” she smiled, “Just practice more.”
Before Chi Lu tasted it, Bo Ying took a piece first.
Her eyebrows furrowed from the sourness, but she still said against her will, “Delicious.”
The other three: “...”
“How is it delicious?”
Chi Lu deliberately teased her.
Bo Ying blinked, and facing He Jingxiu’s slightly expectant gaze, she said sincerely, “It’s better than pure vinegar.”
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