Ji Ai'er looked at the steak and thought Ji En was really wasteful, but she couldn't eat two portions. So she had to put one portion in the refrigerator for preservation, waiting to heat it up in the microwave oven tomorrow morning.
Because she still had to cook Italian noodles for Ji En later, Ji Ai'er hastily ate her portion. Then she hurriedly went to the kitchen to continue cooking. Ji En was really a difficult person to serve. If she hadn't gotten used to his selfishness and domineering after getting along with him for six years, she believed she would have left this world due to heart failure sooner or later.
The sauce was the decisive factor for Italian noodles, so the key was to cook the sauce.
When Ji Ai'er brought the cooked Italian noodles upstairs and knocked on Ji En's door, there was no response. She was used to it. Ji En was the kind of person who wouldn't respond even if you knocked on the door. Before, she didn't know and often waited stupidly outside his bedroom until he opened the door impatiently and asked her how long she was going to wait. Later, Ji Ai'er didn't knock and went in directly, but was met with Ji En's colder-than-ice gaze. So finally, she chose to knock on the door first and then go in after waiting for one minute.
Ji Ai'er pushed the door and went in. She didn't see Ji En, so she placed the Italian noodles on his desk.
Then there was the sound of the door opening behind her. She turned to look - at the bathroom.
Ji En walked out while rubbing his hair, and he actually came out only wrapped in a bath towel. Even his body wasn't dried, and water droplets still covered his fair body. "You are so slow! I'm almost starving." Ji En said impatiently.
"Sorry!" Ji Ai'er could only say this and caught the towel he threw over smoothly. He actually only rubbed it twice and considered his hair dry, while in fact, it was still dripping water.
"Let me dry it for you!" She said to Ji En, really unable to stand this wet feeling.
He didn't respond but just sat on the sofa and turned on the LCD TV. She took it as he had no objection.
So she walked over and helped him dry his hair.
"It's almost done." Ji Ai'er touched his dried hair and said. His hair quality was very good, black and shiny, so it felt very smooth and comfortable to touch.
Why did she keep touching his hair after drying it? Ji En instinctively grabbed her hand, which scared her.
"What's wrong?" Ji Ai'er asked him.
Looking at her innocent face, Ji En suddenly had the urge to kiss her like in the afternoon after school. So before she could react, he had already pulled her into his arms and leaned his face closer. She could even clearly hear his heartbeat and feel his breath.
Besides that, her mind was blank and she could only helplessly grasp his shoulders.
When Ji En's hand covered her chest, she suddenly woke up, hurriedly grabbed his wandering hand, and pleaded, "No!"
Ji En looked at her with a low gaze. Her eyes told him that she was frightened. So after a while, he finally let her go and asked her to go out.
She heard his slightly hoarse voice, but she couldn't care so much. Like a sheep fleeing in panic, she escaped from Ji En's room.
She didn't know what they were doing. They were only sixteen this year, an age that was still ignorant of the world.