Kiss Goodnight, Mr.Ji

During the meal, Qing 'er could not stop praising him.

Of course, ah Zhen's cooking skills were not the best. Compared with the chef at home, there was still a slight gap. However, Qing 'er had not eaten authentic Chinese food for a long time, so this meal was the best for her.

Moreover, how long had it been since this kid learned how to cook? She deeply felt that he had endless potential.

He didn't know which little girl would benefit from it in the future.

After she was full, Qing 'er put down her chopsticks and let out a long breath."Ah Zhen, what else do you have? show me."

He laughed.

"Sister Qing 'er, you'll understand in the future."

"That's true," Qing 'er nodded. I was worried that you'd be left alone after I graduated early since you've been studying abroad at such a young age. Now, it seems that I don't have to worry at all.

I think you're the one who's more worrying, sister Qing 'er. Ah Luo glanced at her.

"Aiyo, I'm alright." Qing 'er did not feel embarrassed at all. look, I'm still alive and well. Hey, let me clean up."

She was halfway through her sentence when she saw that ah Luo had already taken the initiative to clean up the dishes. She quickly grabbed his wrist and said,"It's been hard on you to cook. I'll do the rest. I can't let you do everything."

Ah Luo's movements stopped, and his eyes involuntarily fell on Qing 'er's hand that was holding his hand. The woman's thin fingertips and pink nails entered his eyes.

Qing 'er did not notice anything strange at all. She took the opportunity to grab the bowl and chopsticks from his hand and said with a smile, " "You should sit down and rest. There's a dishwasher in the kitchen, I'll be done soon."

Ah Luo's Adam's apple moved. The moment she let go of his hand, the curse on him seemed to have been lifted.

He hesitated for a moment when he saw the woman carrying the plates and chopsticks into the kitchen, but he still followed her.

When he entered the kitchen, he saw the woman squatting in front of the dishwasher, mumbling, " "How do you use this thing?"

To be honest, the kitchen's main purpose was to wash the oats and so on. She had never used such a high-end thing as the dishwasher.

Ah Luo only felt that it was funny. He walked over, but when he leaned over, the woman in front of him was just about to get up.

The next second, the woman's head hit him hard on the chin.

A-Qing let out a muffled groan, and Qing 'er screamed. She quickly covered her head and turned around, but unexpectedly, a-Qing seemed to be unstable. Her body fell on her uncontrollably, and she was pressed against the kitchen counter behind her.

Boys around 17 or 18 years old were probably at the age where their hormones were the most exuberant.

The moment he leaned over, Qing 'er immediately felt that all her senses were shrouded by a strange smell. The smell was not unpleasant, but it made her heart beat faster inexplicably. She had to hold her breath and shake her head to wake herself up.

"Ah Luo, are you okay?" She ignored the pain in her head and reached out to hold his chin.

In comparison, she felt that his chin would probably hurt more.

Ah Luo frowned slightly, as if he was in great pain. He probably felt more comfortable with her hand on him, so he grabbed her hand and pressed it on his chin where it hurt.

The hot temperature in his palm made Qing 'er's heart beat wildly.