For The Rest of Our Life (MTL)

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After the beginning of spring, the phenomenon of short days and nights began to slowly change towards the average length of day and night. At 6:30 in the morning, the sun had not yet risen, and the world was still caged in a gray and dark. Xiao Wanqing was still asleep, and the alarm clock set the day before sounded conscientiously, waking her up.

She opened her eyes hard and turned off the alarm clock, and her eyes were somewhat sleepy. After a while, she still struggled to sit up.

Stomach, still painfully...

After taking a shower last night, it was difficult to blow dry her hair, so she went back to the study and opened the notebook, trying to finish the tasks that were not completed as planned due to inefficiency throughout the day. But when her finger fell on the keyboard and tapped, she couldn't help but think of Lin Xian's white and jade-like index finger, the shocking long blade.

That was hurt just to help her make dinner.

If she did not find out, was Lin Xian not ready to tell herself?

She suddenly remembered the girl's smug look when she cooked the **** soup for the first time in the kitchen. After being praised, she looked like a little milk dog comfortably smooth. Today, should Lin Xian be so excited and happy? When she texted her, did she expect that she could praise her more than two sentences, and look forward to the comfort after she sat down?

At that time, she cared about wanting to escape, did she completely forget about Lin Xian's mood.

Lin Xian, is it very disappointing and disappointing?

Xiao Wanqing was in a hurry, sitting upset and filled with guilt.

At about 12 o'clock in the morning, Xiao Yunqing turned off the study light with a heavy heart, afraid of waking Lin Xian, and came to the kitchen lightly, and then closed the door of the kitchen.

She opened the refrigerator and saw that the three meat dishes covered with plastic wrap in the refrigerator were paired with suitable dishes, a small pot of nearly overflowing soup and a bowl of white rice. In her heart, the sourness became more and more sad.

She knows Lin Xian's cooking skills.

When making tomato fried eggs, Lin Xian was so scared that he could retreat many steps because of the hot oil splashed when the egg was poured. When making these dishes, the hot oil met the vegetables washed with water. Sometimes, the splashed oil must be much more terrible than eggs. Lin Xian, with what kind of courage and hard work, was able to complete successfully.

She should be by Lin Xian's side, teaching her to help her encourage her.

But she did not even recognize her sharing with her.

She lowered her eyes and reached out to take out the meals and dishes, and put them in the microwave in turn. Then, on the dining table at one o'clock in the morning, looking at the empty seat opposite Lin Xian, he devoutly devoured a whole bowl of white rice, most of the soup, and most of the dishes.

She laughed at herself, not knowing whether it was atonement or arrogance.

She didn't eat or drink during the normal time period, and as a result of overeating, she had tossed and slept because of stomach pain at half past two at night. After eating two pills and stomach medicine, she yawned and walked in the bedroom for more than an hour before finally unable to bear the sleepiness and fell asleep on the bed.

Unexpectedly, after a sleep, the pain has not completely disappeared. The stomach still vaguely felt that something was panicking.

But this kind of pain can even make her heart feel a little less guilty because of the sweetness that Lin Xian gave and can't suppress her sweetness. She seemed to be in pain and found a moment of balance and a moment of gasping.