I Just Want to Freeload on Your Luck (Lisrene)

Chapter 63

Neither of them had enough to eat there, so when they got home, they cooked some noodles.

"I'm actually a little angry." Irene stirred the noodles in the pot with long chopsticks, her voice still choked up.

She didn't look at Lisa. She lowered her eyes and stared at the boiling water and tumbling noodles in the pot. Her eyes were still red, "Before, hic, I asked what happened with the wound on your neck, hic, you actually told me that the glass bowl which you used to cook your noodles with exploded! Are you heartless or something?"

Irene couldn't help but put down her chopsticks.

She should have found out long ago. She had lived with him for so long, yet she had never seen Lisa eat instant noodles- His refrigerator was completely empty, there were no instant noodles or glass bowls, so what kind of noodles could he have possibly made?!

Lisa was always lying to her!

Lisa was very distressed when he saw Irene crying all the way back in the cold wind, her eyes swollen to the size of walnuts.

He patted Irene's back, trying to relieve her hiccups. He looked down at her and apologized in frustration, "It's my fault."

Irene raised her red and swollen eyes to look at him. "Of course it's your fault-"

"Yes, yes, I was wrong." Lisa was no longer stubborn at this time. His usually arrogant, short, hedgehog-like hair seemed to have turned gentle.

He circled around Irene, put his hand on the back of Irene's neck, squeezed it lightly and tried to console her, "Little crybaby, stop crying, okay?"

"You still dare call me little crybaby?!" Irene said. "Except for, hic, this time, when else did I cry?!"

Lisa replied, "That time you got drunk."

Irene turned her red eyes to stare at him.

Lisa was very eager to survive, so he immediately changed his words. "No, I remembered it wrongly. You didn't cry when you were drunk, I'm the one who cried, okay?"

Irene was still uncomfortable. This kind of discomfort was a kind of sadness that couldn't be consoled at all because she couldn't travel back to the past and bring out the former Lisa.

She sobbed as she pulled tomatoes out of the refrigerator.

"Let me handle it." Lisa hurriedly took the tomatoes and knife from her hands. After taking them, he glanced at Irene.

Because he didn't know how to coax someone, his eyes looked helpless and pitiful.

He paused and said again, "I'm sorry, I won't hide anything from you anymore."

Irene felt distressed again. Why did she ask Lisa to apologize to her?

"I, hic, I'm not angry anymore. I'm sorry, that wasn't what I meant," Irene said quickly.

Lisa smiled and scratched the tip of her nose with his fingers. "I know."

Little Mask was worried about him.

This was enough to make Lisa happy.

Irene took a step forward and hugged Lisa from behind. She wrapped her hands around his waist and pressed her cheeks to his back.

Lisa was very tall. Irene's cheeks were pressed square against his backbone. She could feel the bones of the boy under his clothes. Like pines and bamboo in the scorching sun, they grew by the joint.

"Lisa."

"Yeah?"

"I just got an idea just now. I want you to become smaller," Irene said suddenly.