Love is like melting

Chapter 113 Silent Warmth
A gust of wind blows and blows off the hat on her head. She has no scruples, because Lian Mo has already hugged her into his arms, and they are loving each other. She doesn't need to care about anyone watching, and she doesn't need to care about being photographed by any media.

They stood in the sun and looked at each other, kissed in the breeze, and embraced each other quietly in the long river of time.

Lian Mo is undoubtedly a good teacher. Under his earnest teaching, Ji Yerong quickly learned to use a SLR camera. Although he is not as good as a professional photographer, at least the photos he takes are real and natural, which is very good. no.

Lian Mo obviously didn't think so, he felt that A Yu's photos were not good enough, and he needed his own guidance.

The words "hands-on guidance" meant that he and Ji Yerong would inevitably have physical contact.

The temperature was not low at all, and coupled with his scalding body temperature, no matter how hot Ji Yerong was, fine beads of sweat oozed from the tip of his nose.

"I can take pictures by myself." The implication is that he doesn't need to teach her anymore, and he doesn't need to be so close to her.

"I'm afraid you're not proficient, and the shots will be blurry." Lian Mo looked serious, as if what he said was true.

Ji Yerong flipped through the photos he took before, and shook his head: "No, I can take good photos."

She can control things like firearms freely, so how can she not control a SLR camera.

Seeing that she insisted, Lian Mo reluctantly nodded and let her take pictures by herself.

Ji Yerong is very fond of taking pictures of blooming flowers, or they are in clusters, competing for beauty, or stand alone, admiring themselves alone, and she has collected all of them in the camera.

Seeing an unknown little yellow flower blooming in the crack of the wall, Ji Yerong pointed the camera at her and leaned over to take a picture of it.

While adjusting the focus, a hand suddenly stretched out behind her to hold the camera for her.

Ji Yerong turned his head to see his perfect and flawless side face, and frowned: "What are you doing?"

"The camera is too heavy, I'll carry it for you, and you take pictures." Lian Mo smiled with thin lips, his voice was hoarse and tender.

Ji Yerong was speechless for a few seconds, and said, "I don't need your help!"

This weight is nothing to her.

Lian Mo insisted, "Take a quick photo, unless you want to keep this pose for a long time."

As he said that, he deliberately lowered his chest a little, and pressed it against her back completely.

"..."

Ji Yerong finally understood that he prepared the camera because he wanted her to keep the beautiful things forever, and he had no good intentions at all.

This man is really..."bad" and hopeless!

For the photos taken afterwards, Lian Mo held the camera for her from behind and adjusted the angle, while Ji Yerong was responsible for adjusting the focus and pressing the shutter.

The tacit understanding between the two of them is self-evident, and in this way, Lian Mo seems to be hugging Ji Yerong most of the time, and they are very close.

Lunch was served at the restaurant outside, and after paying the bill, Lian Mo took her hand and walked back to take a nap.

On the way, Ji Yerong couldn't help but ask, "You didn't bring a servant?"

Lian Mo asked: "We are on vacation, what kind of servant do we need?" Does she like having light bulbs among them?
"I plan to eat three meals a day in the restaurant?" Ji Yerong narrowed her eyes. She didn't like restaurant food very much, and she didn't know anything about the kitchen.

It turned out that he was worried about this, and Lian Mo had a smile on his lips. At this moment, they felt like ordinary lovers. After eating this meal, they began to think about what to eat next.

Holding her hand slowly tightened, "What are you worried about, I'm still here."

It's just cooking, small things.

Ji Yerong looked at him with clear and shallow eyes, suspicious, "You?"

It's not that she underestimated Lian Mo, he should be fine with simple pasta, but with more complicated ones, he certainly can't, and they can't have pasta for three meals a day, right?

"What's wrong with me? Don't underestimate me, I'll show off my skills tonight and let you taste the cooking skills of the fourth brother!"

Ji Yerong pursed his thin lips and hooked them slightly, so let's wait and see his cooking skills.

Back at the residence, Ji Yerong went upstairs to change clothes to rest, while Lian Mo squeezed a glass of juice downstairs and brought it upstairs.

Pushing open the bedroom door, Ji Yerong was looking through the suitcase.

"What are you looking for?"

"cell phone."

The darkness in Lian Mo's eyes was fleeting, he walked over to take her hand, sat down on the edge of the bed, and handed her the juice, "I didn't bring my phone, I threw it to Cheng Mu."

Ji Yerong frowned. Before going out, he took his mobile phone, but he didn't bring it?

"Where's your cell phone?" She wanted to make a call.

Lianmo smiled: "You didn't bring your mobile phone, how could I bring a mobile phone! Well, after drinking juice and going to bed, we'll talk about it when we wake up!"

Ji Yerong sipped the juice lightly, the light in his eyes sparkled with doubts, why didn't he go out with his phone?
Something was wrong, I went out suddenly, I didn't have a mobile phone, and I didn't find any contact tools in this house last night, everything seemed so wrong.

It's like, it seems to be deliberately trying to isolate yourself from the world.

After she finished drinking the juice, Lian Mo reached out and took the empty glass and put it on the bedside table, hugged her and lay down, kissed her forehead tenderly: "Sleep for a while."

Ji Yerong leaned on his shoulder, staring at him with clear eyes, "Is it really okay for you not to deal with the matter of Yancheng?"

Lian Mo hugged her with his long arms and tightened silently, with a smile on his thin lips, he changed the subject calmly: "You don't seem tired at all, then let's do something else!"

"I, I want to sleep."

"Want to sleep now?"

Lying beside her, holding her in his arms, he said in a hoarse voice: "Have a good rest, I'll get you some delicious food in the afternoon."

Xu walked too much in the morning, and he really fell asleep after closing his eyes for a while.

It was after 4 o'clock in the evening when he woke up. Ji Yerong got up and saw the slippers placed by the bedside, with a post-it note attached to them.

Ji Yerong picked it up and read softly: "Master, the floor is cold, we are cute, please don't forget to put us on!" There was also a pair of teary eyes drawn on the back.

The white teeth nibbled on the tender lips, and they involuntarily raised their curves.

It was impossible for her not to recognize such familiar handwriting, but when she thought of him writing such words, she inexplicably felt like laughing, and there was a warm current in her heart.

Putting the sticky note on the bedside table, Ji Yerong sat by the bed, carefully put on the slippers, looked at them a few more times, and then got up and walked out of the bedroom.

There is a glass of water on the table in the living room, and a post-it note is also attached to the glass.

——Master, there are many benefits of drinking water, why don't you try to finish drinking us? (cute smiley emoji.)
Ji Yerong picked up the water glass and took a sip. The warm water was just right for her mouth. The man seemed to have calculated that she would wake up at this time.

Ji Yerong was not in a hurry, he drank a glass of warm water slowly, put down the glass, and walked to the kitchen. When he went downstairs, he heard something in the kitchen.

The door of the kitchen was closed, and through the transparent glass, Lian Mo, who was standing with his back to her, seemed to be busy with something.

He paused at the door, quietly staring at his slender figure, it was not against harmony in the kitchen, everything was so natural and smooth.

Lian Mo seemed to sense that she was looking at him, turned around to look at her, with a smile on his brows, and pointed to the refrigerator placed by the kitchen door.

Ji Yerong walked over to open the refrigerator. In the center of the refrigerator was a beautiful small box with a pink post-it note attached.

——Master, we are the best snacks in Eguisheim, are you sure you don't want to try us?Eat us quickly. (A cute expression)

The warmth in his heart was almost overwhelming, Ji Yerong took out some snacks, and turned his head to look at the stern voice standing at the other end of the door.

Lian Mo made a gesture to ask her to go to the living room for snacks. After around 5 o'clock, his dinner should be almost ready.

After Ji Yerong finished her snacks, there were a few magazines about photography on the coffee table with sticky notes on them. It was obviously prepared by Lian Mo specially for her to pass the time.

Ji Yerong flipped through the magazines and saw some photography skills, so he naturally wanted to take out the camera to actually operate it. Then he needed a real scene shooting, and the best model was Lian Mo in the kitchen.

Lian Mo carefully prepared their dinner, while Ji Yerong stood at the door of the kitchen and captured his tall figure and profile with a camera.

The man in the picture has straight facial features, sword eyebrows and cold eyes, and clear outlines. No matter from which angle it is captured, it is perfect and flawless.

Looking at the man in the camera, Ji Yerong suddenly felt that sometimes the side face was more attractive and tense than the front face, and it seemed to affect her heart like a disturbed pool of water.

As the sun sets, gentleness envelopes the small town. She stands at the window admiring the beautiful scenery, while he is busy in the kitchen. For the first time, their lives are integrated into the trivialities of life, becoming the most touching fireworks in the world.

At six o'clock in the evening, Lian Mo came out of the kitchen with a plate, while Ji Yerong was waiting at the dining table.

Lian Mo put the plate in front of her and said with a smile, "Dinner?"

Ji Yerong saw clearly what was on the plate, and asked in a questioning tone, "Dinner?"

"Don't like it?" Lianmo asked.

Ji Yerong frowned slightly, and pointed at the sandwich on the plate: "The delicious thing you said is the sandwich?"

There was a trace of unnaturalness in Lian Mo's eyes, and he touched the tip of his nose with his fingers, pretending to be calm: "The sandwiches are also good, and I made them myself, try..."

Ji Yerong didn't speak, but looked at the sandwich, as if he was questioning and disgusting.

But what can I do, there are only sandwiches!
When she reached for the tableware, Lian Mo suddenly cleared her throat and said, "Forget it, let's go out to eat."

When the voice fell, he had already got up.

"Wait a minute." Ji Yerong stood up, and before Lian Mo turned around, he grabbed his left hand.

Lian Mo realized what she wanted to do, and when he was about to withdraw his hand, Ji Yerong held his hand tightly, and said in a cold voice, "Don't move!"

"Ayu..." Lian Mo hesitated to speak.

Ji Yerong rolled up the sleeves he had put down, and there were five or six burnt red marks on the inside of his left hand. The largest one was almost the size of a coin, and it was so red.

"What the hell did you do?" Ji Yerong looked up at him, how could he burn his wrist like this.

(End of this chapter)