Chapter 39: Wu Yu 06 (3)
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I slept rather well that night at her home. The only exception was around dawn, where I felt someone at the room’s door a few times. I knew more or less it was her checking on me because she was concerned. For some reason, her presence caused me to sleep even deeper. I did not open my eyes until the sun outside was so bright that the deep-colored curtains could not block the light anymore. Immediately, a pleasing aroma greeted me.

I walked out of the room and saw Tan Jiao in the kitchen with a white top and floral mini skirt shielded by an apron in the front. She was pan-frying some eggs and tending to a pot of steaming hot porridge on the stove.

Her pale, straight legs caught my attention again, but she looked like an honorable lady with the cute outfit she had on.

I leaned against the entrance to the kitchen and looked at her quietly, but she still heard the sound of my movements and turned around with a smile. “You’re awake? Food will be ready soon. Go wash up, I bought a one-time use toothbrush and a new towel for you.”

After washing my face, I returned to the entrance to the kitchen. For some reason, I did not want to leave the entrance that I was leaning on as I watched her. She took some pickled vegetables from a jar after she finished pan-frying the eggs. Then she glanced at me and asked, “Why are you just standing there? Go take a seat, the food is ready.”

“Have you always been so good at taking care of people?” I heard myself asking.

She let out a chuckle. “You’re mistaken, I’ve never taken care of anyone before.”

The two of us fell into a lull in the kitchen as the clinking of the pot of boiling porridge filled the air.

I had no idea what I was hoping for or what I was after when I heard myself asking in a tender tone, “So this is your first time?”

A faint cherry red glow gradually covered her ears. “Yeah, so?” She answered softly before turning away with the small plate of pickled vegetables. “Come eat.”

The two of us sat at the dining table. I held the bowl of porridge in my hand, shoving the porridge down. I wo

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