Chapter 1180

The windows in the bathroom are tightly closed, with frosted glass on top, so you can't see the situation inside from the outside.

Because it's a bathroom, the folding window is always closed, but there seems to be such a window in the kitchen

For a moment, his heart suddenly trembled. Beiming didn't even care to wear clothes. He took the bath towel and opened the door. With a wave of the bath towel to his waist, he rushed to the kitchen.

He doesn't know what's the matter with him. It's only ten steps from the bathroom to the kitchen. He seems to have walked the longest road in his life.

It was only when he saw the girl standing in front of the gas stove unharmed, carefully beating the eggs into the instant noodles which were about to be cooked that he was relieved.

Go to one side, lock the only open window of the whole house, and then look back at Mingke, his heart is still a little fast, even his breathing is not stable.

Mingke is looking at him. There are water drops on his wet hair. The water on his body has not been wiped. The water drops slowly slide down his muscular chest and strong arms.

Looking down again, she could only see six of the eight abdominal muscles clearly, two and a half of which were obscured by the bath towel.

Bath towel Suddenly he realized what he was looking at. Mingke was startled. His fingertips shook. He just opened the egg in his hand and fell into the instant noodles with its shell.

This time, she finally gave a low cry in fright. She reached out in a hurry to pick up the eggshell, but she was accidentally scalded by the boiling water and screamed.

With a tight heart, Beiming Liancheng strode over and picked up her hand. After a close look, she found that her two fingers were red.

He pulled her to the tap, turned it on and let the cold water rush to her fingers.

It was not easy for the pain to disappear. Mingke gently shook his hand and frowned: "it's burning me to death."

"I told you to be careless." Seeing that she was ok, Beiming Liancheng was relieved. She walked over and picked up the eggshell and threw it into the garbage basket: "be careful in the future. Don't be so rash. I can't be around you all the time. I'll do more for my own safety."

"I see." Mingke took a look at him. It was just a burn. Is it necessary to teach people like this? She doesn't always make mistakes, it's not because of him

When I think about it, I subconsciously look down his chest, but I just see the bath towel tied to his waist spreading at a speed that people can't stop

She opened her eyes wide. This time, she was so scared that she closed her eyes and screamed: "exposure maniac!"

Beiming Liancheng's face turned red. He picked up the towel that had fallen on the ground and tied it on his waist. Then he left the kitchen and walked to the bathroom.

The whole person looks so calm, as if it's not the same thing at all.

Without the kitchen of Beiming Liancheng, the air pressure suddenly became normal. Mingke took a breath and took a peek at his back.

Walking so leisurely Is she right? Is this guy still an exhibitionist?

Of course, she just didn't see that his face, ears and neck were already as red as pig liver.

It's strange all night. It's already so strange outside. It's even more disturbing when he comes back. Just now, he came out of the bathroom in a hurry and went to the kitchen to close the window. What does that mean?

Looking at the window that he closed, she frowned and subconsciously took a few steps there.

Originally, he wanted to see if there was any secret outside the window, or he didn't want to let himself know what happened outside.

But not close to the window sill, there was the sound of steam overflowing from the gas stove. Mingke stepped forward and looked back. He saw that the white foam from the boiled water had overflowed out of the pot.

This time, she did not dare to think more, quickly folded back, opened the lid of the pot, turned off the fire, washed a soup bowl with a big mouth, and poured the instant noodles in.

Put a little pickle on the top, and then she went out with the soup bowl: "Captain Lian, we're having dinner."

When Beiming Liancheng came out, the blush on his face had not completely dissipated, even the roots of his ears had a residual heat.

It's not that I can't see his discomfort, but Mingke can only regard everything as nothing happened and waved to him: "come and eat quickly, or the noodles will melt."

The bowl of chopsticks is silent, and then she sits down in front of the table and waits for him to eat.

After tasting some pickles, he felt that his meaning was not enough. He took time to look up at her and said, "give me some more pickles."

Mingke immediately took the package of pickles that had been opened and poured some for him.

"Put it all in." Beiming Liancheng light way.

"It's too much. This bag is a meal for three people. It's not good to eat too salty food. Eat less. I put two eggs for you. You can eat eggs.""Long winded." Although Beiming Liancheng was complaining, he just complained and began to eat bitterly again, but he didn't have any objection.

Mingke sat down near him, looked at him for several times, and saw that he was absorbed in eating noodles, but she always felt that there was something wrong with the atmosphere tonight.

Take a look at the curtain of the French window that has been pulled down. Now, as soon as he wants to enter the door, he begins to behave strangely No, it's not going in the door, but it's becoming very strange when I see her.

So anxious to come back, even his face did not wash clean, although she knows he is not a very attention to appearance, but at least wash a face also can't get in the way of anything?

Even if you don't pay attention to appearance, you can't let yourself run around with a dirty face on the street. Although he drives here, after entering the campus, doesn't he have to walk from the garage to the door of her dormitory?

All this was really strange, but he didn't say it. She knew she was asking for nothing. After thinking about it, she suddenly stood up and said, "is the clothes you changed in the bathroom? I'll wash it for you. "

Mingke didn't disturb him any more. He walked into the bathroom, helped him carry the changed camouflage suit into the basin, put water in it, and began to wash it.

Hand washing, because there is only one suit of his clothes, it's a bit too wasteful to put the washing machine.

On such a cold day, I only wear a thin camouflage suit. Although the cloth is thicker than ordinary shirts, I can't see how thick it is. I'm wearing this suit outside and I'm blowing in the cold wind. Don't I feel cold?