The Beautiful He Doesn't Talk

11

When the two went out after shopping, it was already the beginning of the lights. The night was low, with a few small stars dotted above. There were more people on the street. It was noisy and lively. It was a bit of a loud voice.

The bag that Kapok was holding on her right hand was suddenly picked up by someone next to her.

She tilted her head, Lin Muan's complexion was as usual. Holding the big bag in his hand, his feet kept moving. Transparent plastic bags interlaced between his white and well-knotted fingers and green veins could be vaguely seen on the back of his hand.

Kapok smiled secretly, followed him and couldn't help but feel lighter under her feet.

Ten minutes' journey, but only a few seconds have passed.

Entering the door, Kapok went to the kitchen to collect the ingredients. Lin Muan poured a glass of water leaned against the door and sipped, casual and natural.

She moved very neatly and in a short while, she was on the cutting board, waving a kitchen knife in her hand, skillfully and simply. The light yellow fat potato turned into even filaments and scattered on the cutting board.

She was wearing a light blue plaid apron. The sleeves of her school uniform were randomly stacked on her elbows. The ponytail loosely tied in her mind was rolled up with a rubber band. It was fluffy and messy. Her broken hair was pulled behind her ears.

Halfway through the cut, the strand of hair fell mischievously covering the corners of her eyes. Kapok stopped, lifted her arm and rubbed it behind her ears but the cuffs slipped unobservantly.

She pushed it up again with the other wrist and then continued the unfinished movement but within a few clicks the cuff fell loose again.

She seemed to sigh helplessly and then wanted to put down the things in her hands to wash her hands. Lin Muan thought about it and walked over.

"Let me do it."

He put the water glass in his hand on the countertop, bowed his head and carefully rolled up her sleeves. The light blue cloth was folded from the cuffs layer by layer and the cool fingertips rubbed her skin.

Kapok stared at his delicate eyebrows blankly and bursts of electricity flowed from the subtle touch of the cuffs.

He hangs his head slightly, his black hair is scattered, a few strands of hair on his forehead cover his long black eyebrows and his eyelashes tremble gently, like butterfly wings, fragile and beautiful.

Fair face, rosy lips.

Kapok couldn't help but wanted to kiss him.

Lin Muan carefully helped her fix it before raising his head but Kapok's face was very close at this moment. As if he could feel her hot and humid breathing in her breath, his eyes met, Lin Muan saw the familiar sex in his eyes.

The vigilance was about to rise and her bewitching voice sounded in his ears.

"A kiss, okay?"

The stalk of "no" has not yet exited in his throat and his lips have been sealed. Lin Muan took a deep breath and was about to push her away. Kapok had already straightened up and her face was innocent.

"Sorry."

"I can't help myself." she says.

Lin Muan pressed the corners of his mouth tightly and stretched into a straight line. He didn't speak, and took the water glass beside him and walked out.

Kapok lowered her head and smiled sweetly.

After a while, she stuck out her tongue and licked her lips.

Kapok never saw Lin Muan until all the dishes were out of the pot. She removed her apron and wiped her hands dry and walked out carrying the dishes.

The living room was empty and the curtains fluttered with the wind making it even more empty.

She called his name several times and no one responded.

Kapok walked to the door of the room suspiciously. Raised her hand and tapped a few times. After a while, there was a sound from inside. The sound of turning over the quilt and the sound of slippers rubbing on the ground.

The door opened. Lin Muan was sleepy and looked at her with messy black hair.

The school uniform jacket was taken off and he was only wearing a white T-shirt. He was twisted and twisted. The delicate collarbone was clearly visible. The hem of the clothes was rolled up, revealing a small piece of white skin on the waist.

Kapok's eyes flickered quickly and she lowered her eyes slightly and said, "Let's eating."

Lin Muan's eyes were still hazy. He was taken aback for a moment before he responded unconsciously.

"Um..."

He walked slowly to the living room, still looking dazed when sitting on the chair. Kapok could not help but look at him while helping him with the meal.

The skin that had just woken up was so white that it seemed to glow, tender and tender, like the milk he drank every day, silky and porcelain white. Those dark eyes looked forward unconsciously, their pupils dilated and not focused.

Looks dazed.

Like a child.

So cute!

Kapok stared at him intently, reluctant to look away.

The extremely sensitive person on weekdays was unaware at this moment. He took the bowl she handed and began to eat. Every time a dish was picked up, his face became softer, accompanied by a slight nod.

Compared to his last time with no wave and expression on his face, it was a lot more real and pleasing.

Kapok couldn't help but smile.

He eats very gently, chewing slowly, his lips are closed, his cheeks are slightly bulged and his cold face is much softer.

Kapok chewed the rice in her mouth contentedly. The corners of her mouth were raised high and her heart was filled with unknown warmth.

When Lin Muan put down the chopsticks there was still one third of the dishes on the plate. Kapok got up and tidied up. Seeing some of the left dishes on the table she had a headache, the people in front of her made a noise when they were tangling between dumping and not dumping them.

"Set the refrigerator."

"Huh?"

"I can eat it tomorrow."

Kapok's eyes suddenly brightened, her smile was bright and dazzling.

"Okay."

She nodded quickly.

In the middle of packing, she suddenly remembered something then looked at the person sitting in the chair and said, "I can make it for you whenever you want to eat in the future."

Lin Muan was in a daze, wandering around the world and suddenly realizing what she had said. He fixed his eyes on her. The girl's smile was bright, her clear eyes reflected the lights of the room, shattered and shining brightly.

It may be the tiredness just after waking up or it may be the satisfaction after a meal. Lin Muan only feels that the whole person is in unprecedented comfort at this moment.

He looked at her and nodded softly.

On Friday, the air was slightly cool in the early morning. The sky was a bright golden color and a thin mist haunted the trees and buildings.

Countless students gathered at the gate of No. 1 Lieutenant School. All of them had faded away from the same school uniforms and put on colorful and fashionable clothes. Their vigorous faces were full of bright smiles.

Each class is headed by the head teacher, arranged in the order of seats. Kapok and Fang Yun are standing together. She is as excited as ever, chattering in her ears endlessly.

"Kapok, why are you still wearing school uniform today? Look at everyone, they are all wearing their own clothes!"

"School uniforms are very comfortable especially for climbing mountains."

Kapok replied with a smile but he couldn't help searching for the person in the team who was incompatible with her.

"Lin Muan also came in school uniform today. Did you two make an appointment?!"

Fang Yun smirked and pinched her waist to tease.

"Couple costume~"

"Coincidence--"

Kapok dodges and explained but she dared not admit her careful thinking.

That person has never worn clothes other than school uniforms in public except at home.

Maybe it's because he know that colors are gorgeous or maybe he don't want to wear it at all.

Over time, Kapok is always used to a blue and white school uniform.

That is the most beautiful color in her mind.