[Happy puppy sitting at home x cute cold-faced obsessive-compulsive disorder] HE
(Setting: There is no exact time to enter the dungeon. You may go to get a takeaway, open the bedroom door, and walk into the large bathhouse. You may become a dungeon at any time and anywhere)
Lin Qianqian, 25 years old, works as a squatter at home. The peak of her life is not getting out of bed for 72 hours in a row. Her social scope includes courier boys and various netizens. She exercises from the head of the bed to the end of the bed.
Xie Luochuan, 28 years old, is the chef of a three-star Michelin Western restaurant. He is 187cm tall and always buttons his shirt to the top. He carries a knife, Band-Aid, iodine and povidone in his daily cross-body bag, making him a living mobile first aid station.
His teammates called him "Xie Ma" and Lin Qianqian called him "Xie Luochuan".
Three words, first and last name, spoken slowly and softly, as if just waking up from sleep.
"Xie Luochuan, I'm hungry."
"Xie Luochuan, I'm cold."
"Xie Luochuan, that NPC is so scary. Please help me take a look."
He always said with a straight face, "Can't you do it yourself?" But the blanket would be put on her shoulders, the hot water bottle would be stuffed into her hand, and the NPC would be intercepted by him.
When he was angry, he would suddenly stop talking and immerse himself in organizing things, sorting the hemostatic cotton by color, arranging the bandages by length, and sorting the compressed biscuits by shelf life. After sorting, he said coldly: "Don't do this next time."
She will dare next time.
"Xie Luochuan, do you like me?"
His hand that was peeling an apple for her paused for a moment, and the tips of his ears turned red, but his voice was steady: "Pull your arm away, you are blocking me from setting the plate."
"That's what I like."
"... Lin Qianqian, if you talk again, I will throw you out to feed the NPCs."
"You can't bear it."
He glanced up at her.
Amber eyes, oval face, deer eyes, a deep dimple on the left side of his smile, and one or two brown hair strands floating on his face from time to time.
"Yeah." He said, "I can't bear to part with it."
The copy reveals: Tony's scissors, unpacking during Double Eleven, parent-teacher meetings, blind date corner
Intention: Don't underestimate our squatting at home!