his little warmth

Chapter 4 Fluffy and Soft
In a hot pot restaurant.

There is a mandarin duck pot on the table.

The tumbling soup is steaming hot, the red oil soup base on one side is spicy and fragrant, and the clear soup on the other side is mellow and appetizing.

Jiang Nuanxing looked at the table with big eyes, his eyes getting brighter and brighter.

It’s hot pot that she really likes but her father won’t let her eat more!
She clenched her chopsticks tightly, feeling a little excited.

How long do you have to wait to eat?

Ling Huan sat next to her and skillfully picked up the boiling water to scald the dishes.

She ironed hers, ironed Jiang Nuanxing's, and then disappeared.

Zhuo Fan on the side stared wide-eyed, "Ling Huan, you didn't burn mine, either!"

Ling Huan gave him a look and said, "Do it yourself!"
"Will you die if you just heat it for me?"

"Stop talking nonsense, you're not done kidnapping my Nuanxing yet!"

"Hey, you little girl."

"Okay, stop arguing." Yang Qianyi handed Zhuo Fan and Cheng Mu's bowls and chopsticks back to their original places, with his signature pear dimple on his face.

"I just asked the waiter to iron it for us."

"Damn!" The two people who were quarreling looked at each other with contempt when they heard this, and said in unison, "Just be human, okay?"

The atmosphere at the table was noisy, but one person remained silent. Jiang Nuanxing quietly glanced at Cheng Mu, who was sitting opposite her.

The young man closed his eyes and fell asleep, his long eyelashes drooping, covering the shadow under his eyelids.

Is he sleepy? Jiang Nuanxing thought.

He obviously slept from the first period until school was over.

"It's time to start the pot!" Zhuo Fan shouted, turned down the heat in the pot to moderate, and excitedly greeted everyone to start eating.

Jiang Nuanxing had no time to care about anything else.

She picked up a meatball, pouted her mouth and blew it cool, the smell of the meat gradually permeated the tip of her nose, and the smoke drifted over, dyeing her brows like a smile.

While he was eating happily, Ling Huan let out a surprised sound.

"Huh? Nuan Xing, you haven't made any dipping sauce yet! Did you forget?"

Jiang Nuanxing bit the meatball in her mouth, lowered her head and saw that it was true.

I was too busy eating so I forgot.

"Let me help you do it." Ling Huan put down his chopsticks.

"No, no need. I'll do it myself. You can eat first."

Jiang Nuanxing was a little embarrassed, picked up the small bowl and ran to the dipping area.

It’s so embarrassing to only think about what to eat!
"Hey, Brother Cheng, you didn't make dipping sauce either!" Yang Qianyi patted his shoulder, "Why are you still sleeping, wake up, dinner is ready!"

Cheng Mu opened his sleepy eyes, his eyes gradually became clear, and his eyes returned to their usual darkness.

He bent his fingers slightly and knocked on the table, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Did you stay up late last night to catch up on drawing again? Aunt Xia is really serious. She trained you like a design robot."

Yang Qianyi muttered, his mouth was not idle, he stuffed a mouthful of meat slices and spoke vaguely.

Cheng Mu didn't respond. He glanced at the opposite corner inadvertently and raised his brows slightly.

"I'm going to get some dipping sauce too."

There were so many people in the store that when Jiang Nuanxing finally found the dipping area, she couldn't squeeze in. She had no choice but to queue up with everyone.

Two boys came from behind, joking and pushing each other.

Jiang Nuanxing pursed her lips and stood silently, staying away from them.

"Hey, there's a place, hurry up and follow."

"This classmate, you're standing so far away, aren't you here to queue up? Then we're not welcome."

As soon as the two boys finished speaking, they squeezed out of her position.

Jiang Nuanxing lowered his head, feeling a little helpless.

Well, there was something wrong with her to step out of the team.Jiang Nuanxing thought.

Under her gaze, there was a pair of pure black sneakers, which formed a strong color sense with her white shoes.

Why did another person come and jump in line?
Jiang Nuanxing looked up. The young man had a casual look on his face and a hint of arrogant smile on his lips.

"you're awake?"

I originally wanted to ask him what he was doing here, but as soon as the words came out of his mouth, he changed to this.

Jiang Nuanxing's head lowered again.

Cheng Mu's eyes fell on her, and only the ends of her hair were seen in his sight, which was slightly curled up and felt fluffy.

Cheng Mu's eyes darkened, and a thought flashed through his mind unconsciously: It should also feel soft to the touch.

But, hey!

He didn't come here to think about this!
Cheng Mu collected his emotions and turned to look at the two boys.

He didn't say a word of warning, but the air pressure around him made people shudder.

The two boys looked at each other with a cold sweat breaking out in their hearts.

what's the situation?
Are you sure this is the person Cheng Mu is covering?
They had sad faces and shouted "Master Cheng" without tears.

(End of this chapter)