Chapter 4 Every time we meet is like a dream

  Suddenly, she thought of something and her expression changed, rushing quickly into the bedroom.

  Oh no! I must tidy up the bedroom before he arrives!

  Coat! She always tears off her coat as soon as she enters the house and throws it away casually...

  Socks! At home she always likes to go barefoot...

  Potato chip bag! Last night surfing the internet until 4 am, without ordering food supplies, how can she survive the long and sleepless night?

  Blanket! It's all messy and there's her body heat too...

  It's too late!

  The autumn wind swept away the fallen leaves, and she swept all things into the quilt, then rolled up the quilt, so her "evidence" was covered up...

  Finally let out a sigh of relief...

  He turned around and stood by the door, staring at her with a blank expression...

  She gasped with her breath stuck halfway down her trachea, staring blankly...

  How long has he been standing at the door? Can you see her silly appearance of autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves just now?

  "I... am going to cook noodles..." She pointed to the kitchen, her face red and ears burning as she rushed out of the bedroom, gasping for air that made her cough repeatedly.

  She awkwardly turned around, squeezed out a silly smile, "Hehe, I... caught a bit of a chill... a cold..."

  She didn't care about his reaction and directly flashed into the kitchen.

  Cooking noodles... Cooking noodles...

  She silently turned around in the kitchen, helplessly muttering these few words.

  A clever woman cannot cook without rice. How can she boil noodles?

  This kitchen, since she moved in, seems like it hasn't been used properly yet...

  Everything in the kitchen, from the cabinets to the range hood, and even the exquisite set of dishes, were all handpicked by my mother-in-law as the best, but the only thing inside the cabinets was a bowl, and the refrigerator had always been empty.

  Because she can't think of a day for one person, what's the use of this kitchen...

  Of course, apart from making coffee...

  She doesn't have any particular hobbies, except for coffee, which must be freshly ground and brewed. It's related to her profession - someone who has to pull all-nighters every day can't survive without a barista.

  But she couldn't say to him, when he had just come back home through wind and snow, "Dear, there's nothing at home, let's just drink a cup of coffee."

  She would rather die than say those words... just like "I love you".

  She ended up dragging herself back to the bedroom, thinking of asking him to go out for a meal instead. However, when she reached the door of the bedroom, once again, she felt like finding a crack in the ground to hide in...

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  Hehe, another chapter of good fortune... This time it's a stable update, really... It's almost 2013 already~~!! Good fortune here wishes everyone a happy new year~~!! Passersby don't forget to collect~~!!! Thank you~~!