It was the 17th of the month, and she still woke up early to go for a morning run.
Looking at the increasing crowd on the roadside, Seventeen remembered that it was the weekend.
Seventeen had brought breakfast with her when she went back.
When she opened the door, she saw Nangong Zhe coming down from upstairs. He had one hand hanging in front of his chest, and he was only wearing the left side of his shirt. His clothes were draped over his body…
With his muscular body, Seventeen subconsciously swallowed his saliva, and his face was a little hot.
An Jing would never act like this in front of her. No matter when she saw An Jing, An Jing always looked neat and refreshed...
"I'm hungry." Nangong Zhe ignored No. 17's blushing face and sat down at the dining table.
Seventeen frowned. It was only for a second. Since Nangong Zhe's injury was her fault, then she had the responsibility to take care of his daily life.
Seventeen carried the breakfast that he had just bought. It was century egg porridge. He sat beside Nangong Zhe and said as he cooked,""I don't know what you like to eat. You eat first."
With that, she pushed the porridge in front of Nangong Zhe.
"Only one. What about yours?" Nangong Zhe asked.
"What time is it now? I've already eaten.”Actually, it was only nine o'clock, but it was already late for people who were used to getting up early. Usually, seventeen would only go for a morning run after eating breakfast because she had low blood pressure.
Nangong Zhe watched for a few seconds and then said,""Feed me."
After saying that, he leaned back in his chair as if he was a patient.
"Don't push your luck." Seventeen looked at Nangong Zhe and felt a little crazy.
"Not helping?" Nangong Zhe pretended to be very pitiful and continued," Then I'll eat it myself." Seeing that Seventeen was still expressionless, he said,""Then I'll really eat it myself."
Seventeen was still expressionless.
Nangong Zhe used his left hand and used the spoon to " strenuously " put the porridge into his mouth. However, 99 grains fell out after eating one grain. It was the same for the first and second spoonful. Seventeen didn't care if Nangong Zhe was doing it on purpose or not. If this continued, she would be the one suffering. Because the table was already dirty.
"Hand it over!" Seventeen snatched the spoon from Nangong Zhe's hand. Nangong frowned slightly. After all, he was a patient now.
Little did he know that this expression had turned into pity in Seventeen's eyes. No. 17 saw Nangong Zhe's pitiful look and felt a little guilty, so he lowered his voice and said,""Let me feed you."
When he said this, Seventeen didn't notice the victorious smile on Nangong Zhe's face.
"Eat!" Seventeen brought a spoon to Nangong Zhe. Looking at the porridge that was constantly steaming, Nangong Zhe said,""Blow on it."
Blow on it? Er, such an action would really make people misunderstand their relationship.
However, Seventeen still complied, only because Nangong Zhe's injury was caused by her.
This breakfast took more than half an hour…
It was fine if she had finished eating, but what was worse was that Nangong Zhe wanted to take a bath. It was fine if he wanted to take a bath, but why did he call her Seventeen?!
No. 17 turned his head and glared at Nangong Zhe fiercely, as if warning him," Don't be too close.
Nangong Zhe's expression changed and he lowered his head slightly. His chestnut-colored hair covered his eyes, and his body emitted a pitiful light. He said,"I didn't shower last night. I'm so uncomfortable.”
Only the heavens knew that Seventeen even had the intention to kill Nangong Zhe. Seventeen was the type of person who would accept a soft approach but not a hard one.
If Nangong Zhe were to get into a fight with her, Seventeen would definitely take him down with one kick. However, Nangong Zhe actually used such a pitiful method. Seventeen couldn't refuse…He could only obediently prepare the bath for Nangong Zhe.
This was the second time Seventeen ignored Nangong Zhe's smug smile.
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