Chapter 30:

Nan Yukong raised his eyebrows, "Have an opinion?"
"No," Luan Xiaotian replied reluctantly.
She didn't eat lunch and wasted food. It's not wrong to continue eating after heating up. Can you have any comments?
"This time is a lesson. After that, we will eat on time every day." Nan Yukong took Luan Xiaotian's hand out of the studio and walked downstairs.
What is he going to do, drag her away without saying a word, can't wait to let her eat the leftovers?
I don’t know if my hands are still so hard.
Nan Yukong's two big palms grabbed Luan Xiaotian's black and slender palms from behind, and the whole person embraced the petite body, with a little deep voice, and warned, "Be honest."
Luan Xiaotian's face was flushed, and even dizzy, he faltered for a long time before suffocating a few words, "I, I will do it myself."
His skin feels really good, smooth and delicate enough to be broken by a bomb, he can't help but want to take two bites.
"It's going to be done soon," Nan Yukong squeezed the hand sanitizer twice, rubbed it all on Luan Xiaotian's hands after rubbing the lather, "Why can't you make people feel relieved?"
Don't worry?
She clearly said that she could come by herself, but didn't ask him to wash his hands.
And, "Why don't I worry about it?"
Nan Yukong smiled, "Whose face was put on the oil painting last night and fell asleep?"
"Who wears a wig to pretend to be weak again today?"
"Who rubbed the pencil all over?"
The more I said Luan Xiaotian's face became redder, as if he was on fire.
She she she! It's all her!
She is the one who is embarrassed...
"But, I fell asleep because I was too sleepy. I wore a wig to save you, and I didn't pretend to be weak. Isn't it a common occurrence that pencil dust rubs on my body?"
Nan Yukong was still washing Luan Xiaotian's hands, automatically ignoring her rebuttal.
Turn on the faucet to rinse the foam clean, and wipe the little hands with a tissue, "It's time to eat leftovers."
Luan Xiaotian: "..."
She should have leftovers, she likes leftovers, and also likes the nitrite produced by leftovers.
Sitting at the dinner table, Luan Xiaotian kept a standard international smile on his face.
"Dear Mr. Nan, look good, I'm going to start." Speaking of the chopsticks, he worked hard at the leftovers at noon.
She could see Nan Yukong's face clearly, and if she continued to stay here, there might be something perfect enough to explode.
for sure!
Resolutely!
have to!
Want to leave!
This place of right and wrong!
No more moment!
"That..." Nan Yukong suddenly remembered what happened yesterday, put down the chopsticks in his hand, and looked at Luan Xiaotian's full face seriously.
"Yesterday I said I would buy seeds and living things today." After thinking for a few seconds, I couldn't bear it. "Then go tomorrow. You will go to the classroom tomorrow and meet new classmates. I will wait at the school gate at noon. you."
Luan Xiaotian nodded his head like a mess, it didn't matter when to buy things, and he vaguely agreed.
She spends all her eating time on painting, and then she feels hungry after realizing it.
These leftovers are really delicious.
Nan Yukong took a bite of the dish from the plate in front of her, "Don't patronize eating meat, this dish tastes good."
Luan Xiaotian's hand holding the chopsticks stiffened, picking up the dish and putting it into his mouth.
She would be called a fool if she didn't eat such a delicious meal.
"And this one, it tastes good, try it."
Luan Xiaotian seemed to be prepared for a long time, not as strange as the last time, he put it in his mouth unceremoniously, and swallowed it in his stomach after chewing or two.

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