The Rescue Of The Tragic Villain Is In Progress! [PART 2]

A9 C267: Bathroom

Ming Zhou could clearly feel a warmth approaching him, and his nostrils were filled with the unique dry scent of Xia Jin'ang. Although the other party's personality was harmless and simple, at this moment, it carried a subtle, indescribable aggressiveness.

Xia Jin'ang spoke with a hoarse voice, a bit confused and at a loss, "Dr. Ming, I..."

He paused, suddenly unsure of what to say next. His thumb brushed against the corner of Ming Zhou's lips, involuntarily caressing the pale lips. The soft touch stimulated his brain nerves, making that unknown desire even stronger.

This feeling was somewhat unfamiliar to Xia Jin'ang. He tried to seek help from the mainframe to understand the next steps, but received no response.

Ming Zhou's hands were hidden behind him, his fingertips unconsciously gripping the edge of the stove. The cold marble pressed against his palm, and the sticky cold sweat made it slippery. His heart was pounding like a drum, not knowing what Xia Jin'ang intended to do, but feeling that the next action might be like a needle piercing through a fragile barrier.

A sudden feeling of helplessness overwhelmed him, preventing even a simple turn of his head.

Xia Jin'ang was getting closer and closer to Ming Zhou. He gently held Ming Zhou's face with a quiet and sincere gesture. His bangs almost touched Ming Zhou's eyes, and their noses nearly touched in the air. He hesitated on whether to continue with the kiss—

Xia Jin'ang obviously also realized the significance of this action, which was different from a simple hug. But he couldn't understand why he felt such a "desire" towards Ming Zhou.

He couldn't figure it out...

After a brief hesitation, the pot on the stove suddenly began to boil, bubbling loudly and clearly in the silent kitchen.

"Gurgling—"

Hearing the sound of boiling water, Ming Zhou suddenly woke up and pushed Xia Jin'ang away as if electrified, then took a few steps back in a somewhat embarrassed manner. He hurriedly felt for the cold marble countertop to turn off the stove. But before he could touch the gas button, his wrist was gently held.

"Don't move—"

Xia Jin'ang isolated Ming Zhou from the dangerous flame and turned off the gas valve with his hand. The pot that was just boiling immediately calmed down, like a restless heart finally returning to its place, choosing to be quiet and dormant.

Ming Zhou withdrew his hand instinctively and awkwardly asked Xia Jin'ang, "Is the noodles cooked?"

Xia Jin'ang looked at the messy ingredients in the pot and said uncertainly, "Should be cooked."

Hearing this, Ming Zhou bent down to search for tableware in the cabinet, but Xia Jin'ang said, "Let me serve the noodles. You sit down."

Blind and unable to see, Ming Zhou would always mess up cooking every time with no exception. Without insisting, he slowly stood up and went to sit by the dining table outside.

In the kitchen, Xia Jin'ang found two bowls and clumsily served two portions of noodles. He then took out two pairs of chopsticks before walking out. He sat opposite Ming Zhou, placing the bowl in front of him and whispered, "Be careful, it's hot. Here are the chopsticks."

Ming Zhou's mind was already in chaos and didn't catch what Xia Jin'ang said clearly. He mumbled a response and reached out to take the chopsticks, but accidentally touched the edge of the bowl and got burnt.

After a moment of confusion, as if to confirm something, he touched the bowl of noodles again, finally realizing that it wasn't his usual porcelain tableware, but a stainless-steel basin.