Just as he reached the door, his mind suddenly flashed back to her clutching the bowl of noodles, eating with a contented look on her face, and his footsteps lurched.
Turning his head to look at the dumbfounded person behind him, his thin lips parted slightly.
“Now make a bowl of noodles and bring it to my room.”
With those words, the long figure quickly disappeared by the door.
Leaving behind a half-hearted Nian Xiaomu who couldn’t look back.
She was an escort, not a chef or a nanny, why should she make noodles for him?
And it was late at night, she was off work!
But when she thought of the yoghurt she had splashed all over him, she resigned herself to her fate and went into the kitchen to cook the noodles.
When she came upstairs with the noodles, the door to her room was open.
She was just about to walk in when she met Yu Yuehan, who had come out of the bathroom after showering.
He had taken off his suit.
He had only a dark grey bathrobe on, his belt tied casually, revealing his strong chest.
His short, wet hair was still dripping from the ends.
With a casual toss of his head, he pulled a spray of water in mid-air.
A perfect face, translucent white, handsome with a hint of evil in it.
Against the darkness of the night, it exuded a bewitching charm.
When Nian Xiaomu saw this scene in front of her, she was slightly frozen.
She held the noodles in her hands and just watched, forgetting what she should do.
It was only when Yu Yuehan’s gaze, looking towards her, that she snapped back to attention and walked forward.
“Young master, your noodles.” She placed the noodle bowl on the table in front of the sofa and waited for Yu Yuehan to say something to let her go.
But after waiting for a while, she only saw him drop the towel he was using to wipe his hair and sit down in the sofa.
With bony hands, he picked up his chopsticks and started eating the noodles ……
“Grrr–”
Yu Yuehan had just picked up a chopstick of noodles, and before he could get it into his mouth, he heard a discordant sound.
With a sideways glance, he looked over towards the side.
Nian Xiaomu was standing straight, head up and chest out, pretending that the stomach cry just now had nothing to do with him.
The corner of Yu Yuehan’s mouth hooked up and he took the noodles into his mouth.
The fragrant, soft and slightly strong noodles had a good texture.
He just chucked up the second bite ……
“Gurgle-” The sound was louder this time.
Nian Xiaomu hugged her stomach and met Yu Yuehan’s teasing black eyes, her little face flushed red.
Silently, she zapped the little man in her heart.
She was so hungry.
She had only eaten two bites of her noodles.
Originally, she had thought that she would send it up to him to deliver, so she could go down and continue eating.
But the ice lump hadn’t even asked her to go from the beginning to the end ……
By the time he had finished eating, her noodles would only have soaked up!
“Young master, if there is no other order ……”
“I need to be quiet when I’m eating.” Yu Yuehan indifferently interrupted her words, lowered his head and continued to eat the noodles.
Nian Xiaomu: “……”
With her gone, no one would care about him even if he wanted to be as quiet as possible!
But this was the Yu family, his territory.
Yu Yuehan’s words were holy orders.
Nian Xiaomu was just starving, watching pitifully as he finished a bowl of noodles, one bite at a time, with grace and ease ……
The little stomach not to mention screaming, symphony music are not sure how many times played.
The eyes resentfully hate to stab a few bloody holes in him ……
Yu Yuehan drank the last mouthful of soup in the bowl before he slowly put down his chopsticks and picked up a paper towel to wipe his mouth.
The corner of his eye caught a glimpse of her face so red with anger, her lips tightly pursed, obviously exasperated but with a cute look ……
The fire in his chest that he had just suppressed with a cold shower seemed to reignite, and his eyes deepened!