The flower of the high mountain of the school bully [wearing the book]

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Staying alone in a silent room, the sound of the heartbeat became more and more obvious, even overshadowing the ticking of the clock.

    Looking at the mirror in the bedroom, she couldn't help covering her red-stained cheeks.

    His eyes full of water vapor and his slightly swollen lips did not look like his own face.

    His lips were still a little numb, and he could vaguely feel the soft touch and scalding temperature before, as if he had left a mark on it.

    Ning Qiu sat in front of the desk in the bedroom for a while, not daring to go out.

    About twenty minutes later, she couldn't help but step on the silent catwalk and silently came to the bedroom door.

    Opening the door a few finger-widths apart, Ning Qiu carefully peeked into the living room and kitchen through the crack of the door.

    Huaizhou had already prepared all the vegetables and accessories, and was just waiting to stir-fry in the pot. The amount of two dishes and one soup was enough for two people, and there was still more.

    Tofu ball soup and vegetarian fried broccoli were placed on the table, and he was making the last course.

    The air was filled with the aroma of food, Ning Qiu sniffed carefully and smelled the smell of fried pork with peppers.

    Chili peppers are those very hot, green, fine-pointed peppers that are pungent and pungent.

    Huaizhou has a mild taste and is not good at spicy food. The dishes are specially made according to her favorite taste.

    Ning Qiu looked at his figure walking in the kitchen, a little softness in his heart.

    The cooking speed of Huaizhou is very fast and the movements are neat, and the last dish is ready in a short while.

    The living room was quiet, and there was no movement in the bedroom. Huaizhou was walking around in the kitchen, but his mind was in the bedroom.

    I didn't see Ning Qiu's figure for a long time, and I didn't know what she was doing in the room, whether she would be angry.

    Huaizhou walked to the dining table with a plate, and out of the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of Ning Qiu hiding behind the door and peeking at him.

    Before he could say anything, Ning Qiu quickly closed the bedroom door when he saw him walking out of the kitchen.

    Huaizhou suppressed his laughter and pretended not to notice anything, and said loudly, "Qiuqiu, it's time to eat."

    There was no movement at the bedroom door, and Ning Qiu didn't answer.

    Huaizhou untied her apron and put it away, calling to her as she approached the bedroom door.

    "Qiuqiu?"

    Ning Qiu, who was hiding behind the door, was about to die of nervousness. She had never felt this way before.

    Whether she was dancing in front of nearly 100 spectators under the stage, or traveling alone with a suitcase to a strange and foreign country, her heart was always calm, without the slightest anxiety.

    But at this moment, Ning Qiu's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

    As Huaizhou's voice got closer and closer from the living room to the bedroom door, she was so nervous that her hand on the doorknob trembled slightly.