Wang Yuexi slowly raised her head.

The faint light of the aisle light illuminated her face.

She looks very ordinary, very ordinary, so ordinary that people can't find any adjectives to add some praise to her, and even hypocritical expressions like "kindness" cannot be used on her.

She stood under the light, but her whole body looked so dim, like a popular novel that could be known at the beginning by reading it. Even the grievances between her eyebrows seemed unreasonable.

She looked into Ding Lei's eyes.

However, wherever he saw, he looked pale at the side of the corridor. The light hit his slightly taller brow bone, and his eyes hid in the darkness.

Wang Yuexi's short eyelashes trembled a few times. He picked up his backpack and quickly stepped back, leaving the position at the door, and said stutteringly:

"Well, I...I went to the supermarket in the evening and wanted to ask you what soup you want to drink today. I called you a lot...Is it because there are too many people there and too noisy, so you...you didn't hear it?"

She looked at the floor with her eyes hanging down, as if she was making a request to the floor, asking someone to accept the answers she had preset in advance.

"Yes, there are so many big stars coming today, and they are walking on the red carpet. They are very noisy and very busy. I don't have time to look at my phone." Ding Lei turned his head to look at her, his voice as gentle as before.

In fact, this tenderness is not only reflected in his voice, but also in his compassion for her.

He followed her request and said the answer she had preset, which was full of her dignity.

After saying that, Ding Lei twisted the chewing gum in his hand and threw it into the corridor.

"Let's talk about it when you go in." He raised his foot and walked into the room, from his posture to his tone, indicating that he wanted to end the conversation.

There is no doubt.

Wang Yuexi glanced at him again.

That glance contained extremely strong emotions, which made her ordinary face lively for a moment.

But she quickly lowered her head again and said softly like an obedient little wife: "Well, okay, I shouldn't have pulled you to speak at the door. Come in quickly, you must be very tired today."

She asked Ding Lei diligently and turned around and closed the door.

Several "clicks" sounds, and several locks were added to the door, blocking the dark aisle and the nightfall of the imperial capital.

Ding Lei turned around and looked at her for a while, and suddenly chuckled.

A frigid laugh echoed in the room, as if it could shake the air, and Wang Yuexi's body shrank clearly.

Ding Lei looked at her from a high place, his expression as if he was looking down at the soil at the bottom of his feet, but the words he said were as gentle as water:

"You are so hard-working. You do all the housework at home every day, and keep our small home clean and comfortable. Your efforts are amazing."

When he said the three words "Excellent", he seemed to be unable to control his emotions anymore. The ridicule at the corner of his mouth was unblocked, but his tone was still so moving:

"And Xixi, the soup you make for me every day, and I like to drink it very much. The food you cook, the room you clean, and the seemingly boring things you make at home every day, I don't like it, I like it, I like it."

The more he spoke, the more sarcastic he felt on his face. After that, he almost gritted his teeth, the veins on his forehead kept beating, and his facial features were distorted.

It is hard to imagine that this weak and artistic face can become so vicious in the blink of an eye, full of resentment and contempt.

Wang Yuexi's head was buried in her chest and her body was still motionless, as if as long as this was the case, she could exclude everything she didn't want or wanted to see.

Then, she nodded slightly, as gentle as an obedient little maid:

"Hey, just like you. By the way, I made the pork feet soup you like today. If you are tired, drink more tons up your body."

She tried her best to make her voice look happy, but when she spoke, she refused to look at her boyfriend, as if she had made up her mind not to look, not to think about it, not to experience it, just keep the years she wanted.

"I...I'll go and serve you soup, go and wash your hands." Wang Yuexi turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

Under the warm light, her beige lace apron and her light pink home floral dress rotate in the action, like a flower blooming alone.

Soon, her figure disappeared at the kitchen door, and then the sound of a pot and spoon colliding came from inside.

It's becoming more and more like a warm home.

Ding Lei didn't even look in that direction, nor did he wash his hands, but instead walked into the study, turned on the desk lamp, picked out a record from the full bookshelf, and placed it on an old phonograph.

The gentle singing sounded:

"You ask me how deeply I love you, how much I love you..."

Perhaps the machine is too old, or it may be that the record is played too many times, and the sweet song is mixed with a slight noise. Sometimes, the noise may even overshadow the singing, "Squeeze, wail".

And whenever that happens, the singing will be out of tune, as if an invisible hand is pulling the notes. After listening for a long time, it will become a bit weird.

Ding Lei seemed to enjoy the accompaniment of the chamber music very much, left the study with a happy expression and sat at the small dining table in the living room.

This apartment has an old-fashioned layout, two bedrooms and one living room, not large in size, and is very feminine in layout. Flower wallpaper, lace tablecloths, and photo frames are also very soft and warm colors. There are also a few pots of green plants in the corner of the house, full of vitality. The pot of monstera is almost taller than a person, and the whole room is thus somewhat elegant.

Wang Yuexi stood in front of the stove, and the light at the end of her eyes happened to be a little green shadow in the living room.

She seemed a little absent-minded, and she stirred the spoon in her hand.

The soup in the small casserole is milky and white in color, and the soft pieces of meat are churning in the soup, making the aroma that is mouth-watering.

Her lips were stuttering gently, and if you listen carefully, you could hear that she was singing.

She was singing the very old song that was playing on the gramophone, which was only written by people from the old era:

"...You go and think about it, you go and see, the moon represents my heart..."

She closed her eyes and sighed lightly: "What a gentle song."

The soup in the casserole was bubbled with "gudu, gudu" and the small kitchen was filled with hot air, the clean stove, the shiny sideboard, and the large three-door refrigerator were all shrouded in the heat.

Wang Yuexi relaxed.

This home is only here, and it belongs entirely to her.

There is no need to be questioned, not to be ridiculed, and there is no need to worry about saying the wrong thing inexplicably and attracting contempt.
Chapter completed!