Chapter 6: You only belong to me 06

After the dumpling feeding incident was successful, Duan Min and You Xu reached a delicate balance.
Duan Min opened his door at seven o'clock every night and took the initiative to take the food from Yu Xu. The next day Yu Xu opened the door and saw an empty plate on the high stool in the corridor.
He is still a big man who knows the operation of the CD.
You Xu still opens the doors and windows when cooking, and his sense of smell can arouse people's taste buds. As long as Duan Min opens the doors and windows a little, he can smell the scent of the food. This is a little bit of careful consideration for her.
One day at noon, Yuxu brought out a plate of egg fried rice from the kitchen and saw Duan Min sitting lazily on her sofa, holding a pillow in both hands, his head lowered, and his chin resting on the pillow.
Looks a little sleepy.
Yush was a little surprised to see him at this time. From the first time she saw him, she found that he had red lips and white skin. With two fangs, he would be more like a vampire in medieval Europe.
She subconsciously regarded Duan Min as a nocturnal species. Of course, the boss did not have the concept of health preservation. She slept very late and only got up at noon.
Duan Min heard the movement and asked: "What to eat?" His voice was dumb when he first woke up.
The floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room were open, and the warm and bright sunlight poured in at noon, making his skin appear whiter and thinner. He drooped his eyelids and covered it with fine eyelashes, leaving a small shadow on the fundus of his eyes.
Yush put the plate in his hand on the table, "Egg fried rice, would you like to eat it?"
"Yeah." He answered, then removed the pillow, bent his legs, and stood up lazily.
Yuxu went to the kitchen again and brought out a large bowl of winter melon soup and added a pair of chopsticks to him.
She didn't expect Duan Min to come over for dinner at noon today, so she did a simpler job and didn't have much.
Duan Min sat down and ate quietly.
Yush glanced a few times and saw his expression relaxed and satisfied, and then began to eat.
She didn't have the habit of eating and talking. Duan Min had no habit of talking directly. So although the first dinner at the same table was quiet and quiet, the atmosphere was unusually harmonious.
Duan Min finished eating first, put down his bowls and chopsticks, did not go back to his home immediately, but went back to Yu Xu's sofa, lay directly on it, half-squinted, as if intending to make up for sleep.
As a health leader in the 21st century, You Xu really wanted to speak up. Don't lie down and feed when you are full. It is not good for your stomach.
You will get sleepy when you eat and drink enough, and you don't want to talk or move, as if all your energy is used for digestion, your brain is heavy, your body is weak, and you just want to take a nap.
Normally, she would go to the sofa to sit for a while when she was full, and she would become sleepy, but now that the dove is occupying the magpie's nest, her sofa nest is occupied by Duan Min's long legs.
You Xu walked over and saw that Duan Min had finished lying on the two-meter-long lazy sofa, leaving her with no seam. She decided to use body language and bumped his calf with her knee to signal him to get out.
But the boss didn't move, and he didn't even lift his eyelids to look at her. Isn't she afraid that she would sit down and crush his kneecap?
Yush hit his knee with her knee again, and found that he was as though he was asleep. She glanced at him dissatisfiedly, and then planned to sit on a chair. Before she turned around, she heard a chuckle, slightly mixed with breath. Shallow laughter.
Duan Min opened his eyes, sat up with his hands propped up, his long legs bent, his back leaning on the sofa, his shoulders shaking slightly, his chest rising and falling, and he kept laughing.
You Xu looked at him unclearly, thinking that his knee was poking the switch button of his laugh point.
She smiled so that she was expressionless.
I really can't get his smile.
But he did look good when he smiled, his brows stretched out, his narrow eyes curled up, and his cold temperament softened several degrees, like the warm sun shining on a glacier.
Duan Min gave way and Yuxu ascended the throne. She sat cross-legged and breathed against the sofa.
Duan Min glanced at her, then glanced at the dining table, then slowly got up to clean up, and then went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.
You Xu raised his eyebrows curiously, followed behind him, and sneaked outside the kitchen door to look inside. Duan Min put the bowls and chopsticks into the sink, his side face was neat and smooth, his eyelashes slightly lowered, his expression scattered and focused.
His hair is not pure black, and the light falling on the top of his hair will make his hair lighter and turn light brown.
It seemed to be the first time washing dishes. Duan Min's hand movements were awkward and slow. After squeezing the detergent, he paused before picking up the dishcloth. The dishes in his hands were as slippery as a bar of soap. Out, before falling to the ground, he can quickly retrieve it.
After washing for a while, he accidentally knocked a corner of some dishes.
He stared at the small gap unsatisfactorily, frowned slightly, and Yu Xu wanted to smile.
He is a living person, and the picture before him tells her again.
The system found her mental activity and couldn't help but remind her: "Host, thinking too much will only affect you to complete the task, you just need to know that you must complete the task."
"What are the benefits of completing the task?" Yush asked.
The system said: "Of course it is resurrected, don't you want to return to your original world?"
Of course, the original world has her parents, her sister, friends and colleagues, and familiar surroundings, but using these as rewards for her to complete tasks in this world is like clearing a game?
Yush lowered his eyes and walked to the living room without responding to the system.
Duan Min paused when he finished washing the dishes and wanted to put them in the cupboard. If he was the previous one, he would think that washing dishes was meaningless, but he is now a little confused as to what is meaningful. thing?
He lowered his eyes, and the smooth, mirror-like bowl surface imprinted his vague face.
Where is it different, and when did it start to be different?
Duan Min walked out of the kitchen, swept his eyes around without seeing Yu Xu, and walked around the table in the middle of the living room before seeing her asleep on the sofa behind.
She was still wearing a white cotton nightdress, the skirt was rubbed up a bit, even covering the base of her thighs, her white and slender legs were overlapping, and her toes were white and round.
Her hair spread out on the beige sofa, her lips curled slightly, and her expression was like a lazy cat full of food.
A warm wind blew from the balcony, bringing a light jasmine fragrance.
His sight was frozen.

Yuxu woke up in a daze, sat up slowly and breathed, his eyes were stained with a thin layer of water vapor, and he lowered his eyes to notice the blanket on his body, looked sideways, and unexpectedly saw Duan Min. Back view.
He hadn't left yet, he was leaning against the window, looking at the window sill.
In the evening, the clouds on the horizon were smudged into a large orange red, and the light fell on him, making him filter-like, with a warm glow.
Yuxu walked over barefoot and found him looking at the jasmine on the windowsill.
When she first came here, seeing that the window sills here were very large, she had the idea of ​​growing flowers and bought large and small colorful potted plants back to plant them. In the end, only petite and humble jasmine flowers were planted. In that case, she simply planted them all This small white flower.
Duan Min looked sideways and saw that her hair was a little messy when she just fell asleep, and subconsciously raised his hand to help her smoothly twice.
You Xu ignored his movements, bowed his head and swept around the jasmine flowers, picked out a pot and handed it to him. This was the first pot she fed.
Duan Min raised his eyebrows: "Give it to me?"
You Xu nodded. She didn't expect a pot of flowers to edify the sentiment of the boss, but things that are alive can always make people angry. I still remember the first time he saw Duan Min, his eyes were empty and silent.
"Why?" he asked.
You Xu: Seeing you take it so seriously, I thought you liked it.
She smiled and said: "Jasmine's flower language is pure friendship. I thought you like it, so express friendship by the way. If you don't like it, forget it."
Duan Min stretched out his hand to take it, held it carefully, with the corners of his lips slightly bent, and said in a low voice, "You gave it to me."

That night, Duan Min realized how much trouble he was carrying back.
He doesn't know how to grow flowers and has no experience.
He can precisely dismember any body and stitch it back without any difference, and can also manipulate all kinds of people, but he just doesn't know how to grow flowers, and he doesn't have any concepts in his mind.
Holding the pot of flowers, he sat on his sofa, and fell into deep thought and anxiety.
It is too delicate, its petals are soft, and can't stand any bumps. Why should this kind of thing that grows on the roadside and decays at will be carefully cultivated?
Hey, it also symbolizes friendship. What if you die?
Duan Min's twenty-five years of life, the first time he had tangled distress, it was because of a pot of small white flowers.
He was silent for a moment and summoned the puppet downstairs, who knelt outside the door, waiting for the next step.
Duan Min walked to the door holding the flowerpot, handed it over and said: "Keep it well, you are not allowed to raise it to death."
The puppet raised his hands obediently. Just as his fingers touched the flowerpot, Duan Min retracted it again and took a step back, "Go back."
The puppet got up and left after receiving the instruction.
Duan Min closed the door, returned to the living room with the flowers helplessly, sat back on the sofa, and said to himself: "I want to raise it myself."
He doesn't believe that he can't grow even a pot of flowers.
Duan Min took out his cell phone and began to find out how to cultivate jasmine. In summer, he watered each morning and evening, and once a week in winter, he needed light, fertilization, pruning, and soil loosening.
It looks troublesome.
Duan Min frowned, looked at it unhappily, and sighed helplessly.
This night, someone stayed up all night, searching and sorting out the most detailed strategy for growing flowers.
And Yu Xu, who didn't know how many potted flowers he had raised, fell asleep peacefully.
The author has something to say: Duan Min: This friendship is so hard to cultivate.

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