An Muran didn't know why she was at home when she woke up. She rubbed her dizzy brain and looked around the room in a daze. She didn't know what had happened for a long time.
It was not until she saw that her clothes were no longer the big red dress she wore when she went to the class reunion yesterday. Instead, she changed into a pair of nightdress. The most exaggerated thing was that she had not worn underwear yet. Only then did she scream out loud.
In an instant, a shrill cry cut through the sky.
An Muran felt that his face was almost as red as a pig's liver. There were only Zhou Yi'an and her living in this house. Anyone who changed the clothes would be able to figure it out with their toes.
As soon as she was ready, she aggressively went to Zhou Yi'an to get even with him. However, the man pushed open the door of her room first and leaned lazily on the door frame of An Muran's room. "An Muran, you don't need to wake me up in this way."
An Muran stared blankly at Zhou Yi'an, who had suddenly appeared in front of him. His heart, which had been burning with anger, jumped again. It was not because he was frightened when he saw Zhou Yi'an, but because Zhou Yi'an did not put on his clothes and stood in front of her without hiding anything!
Although he had seen Zhou Yi'an's perfect figure when he was in the bathroom last time, he was embarrassed at that time. An Muran only caught a glimpse of him in a hurry, so he could not boldly look at Zhou Yi'an like he was now.
Although Zhou Yi'an looked thin on the outside, his chest, which was hidden under his clothes, was unexpectedly sturdy and tight. His lines were perfect. Coupled with the broken sunlight pouring in from outside the window, every inch of his chest seemed to be shining. It was so dazzling that people could not look away, as if he did not belong to the human world, but to heaven.
Seeing that the woman's eyes fell on him in a daze, Zhou Yi'an smiled and said teasingly, "An Muran, do you have any ulterior motives by looking at me like this?"
An Muran suddenly reacted. He was ashamed and angry. He picked up a pillow and threw it in the direction of Zhou Yi'an. He couldn't wait to find a hole to hide in.
"Zhou Yi'an, don't talk nonsense! What can I do to you? Just don't do anything to me!" As she said this, she remembered that her clothes had been changed by Zhou Yi'an. She became even angrier and asked loudly, "Why did you change clothes for me?"
Hearing An Muran's question, Zhou Yi'an didn't even frown. It was as if An Muran was asking her what time it was, so he answered it naturally.
"Your clothes were dirty by yourself last night. If I don't change, do you want to sleep with vomit? And it was you who fired the nanny and said that you wanted to save money for me. I had no choice but to do it myself."
"You!" An Muran was rendered speechless by Zhou Yi'an. He could only grit his teeth and glare at Zhou Yi'an. Then, as if he had thought of something, he asked in confusion, "Yesterday... was it you who brought me back?"
Zhou Yi'an shrugged his shoulders and said, "What else do you think?"
The scene of parting with Jiang Yinxin appeared in An Muran's mind again, and her heart was inexplicably painful. After a long time, she looked at Zhou Yi'an and said coyly, "I may have drunk too much last night and fainted on the road. Thank you for bringing me back."
Zhou Yi'an didn't say anything. He took a deep look at An Muran, and a trace of imperceptible complexity flashed in his deep and beautiful eyes.
Then, Zhou Yi'an returned to his previous lazy state. He glanced at the woman in front of him and said, "I'm hungry. Get up and make breakfast." After that, he strode out of the room.
An Muran looked at the empty gate and felt a strange uneasiness in his heart. "Why did I lie to Zhou Yi'an just now and say that I drank too much?"
After changing into a simple and casual sports suit, An Muran came down from the upstairs and went to the kitchen. She rolled up her sleeves, revealing a piece of white arm, and began to work in the kitchen.
Although there were not many ingredients in the refrigerator, An Muran quickly made a table of rich and delicious breakfast. Then he took off his apron and sat beside the table with Zhou Yi'an.
"Today, we're going to make egg pancake and black rice porridge," An Muran said as he served Zhou Yi'an a bowl of black rice porridge. Then he carefully cut the egg pancake into small pieces for Zhou Yi'an.
Zhou Yi'an watched the woman's careful movements. Although he enjoyed it very much, he could not help but ask, "An Muran, I found that you are very used to taking care of others. Have you always been like this?"
An Muran stopped what he was doing.
Although her family was not as delicate and noble as the children of rich families like Zhou Yi'an, she was also born in a rich and powerful family. She had been the apple of her parents' eye since she was a child. Before she met Jiang Yinxin, she couldn't even wash the bowl well, let alone take care of people. But in order to take care of Jiang Yin'an's picky taste buds, she specially signed up for the chef class to learn and practice good cooking skills. As the saying went, if you grabbed a man's stomach, you could grasp a man's heart. But what did she get in the end?
Thinking of this, An Muran could not help but feel sad. She looked up at Zhou Yi'an and did not reveal her real thoughts. Instead, she asked, "Do you think it's not good for me to do this?"
"It's good for me, but..." Zhou Yi'an suddenly leaned his body toward An Muran. He placed his hands on the table, and there was a light in his eyes that no one else could understand. "Will you feel tired like this?"
At first, An Muran felt a little uncomfortable because Zhou Yi'an suddenly got so close to him. But when he suddenly heard Zhou Yi'an's question, his heart couldn't help but beat wildly. Was Zhou Yi'an concerned about her?
For some reason, tears welled up in An Ran's eyes.
Will you get tired?
In the past, Jiang Yinxin had never asked her like this. She enjoyed her care and care, so that An Muran felt that all her efforts were natural.
In fact, how could she not be tired? Sometimes she even wanted to lie down and sleep for a day and a night, but she couldn't. At that time, Jiang Yinxin's career had just begun. He needed to show up in front of others. She could only grit her teeth and do a few jobs to buy the best things for him. But the pressure brought by countless part-time jobs made her almost exhausted. Besides, she had to serve Jiang Yinxin when she went home. She was afraid that if he worked too hard and didn't eat well, it would affect his health.
How stupid he was in the past.
An Yanran looked at the handsome face of the man in front of her and suddenly had an impulse to hug him. But as soon as she leaned forward, her mind returned to her mind in an instant.
How could she have such an idea!
Just as she was about to take back her body, the man's arm was one step ahead of hers and wrapped around An Muran's neck. In an instant, Zhou Yi'an's pleasant smell lingered around An Muran's nose.
"Rest if you're tired. Don't you understand?"