Love Never Ends

"Suitable?" Zhixin scoffed, "I wonder how long it will be before you find a suitable one!"    

    

"Destiny is doomed!" What are you so anxious for? What's more, your daughter is so outstanding! "    

    

Zhi Qing felt that she had stayed with Lu Liye for too long, even her face had thickened.    

    

"Mom, I'll be going to my room first. You should go to bed early!"    

    

As Zhi Qing spoke, she carried her luggage into the bedroom.    

    

He opened the suitcase and straightened his clothes. Only then did he remember Lu Liye's sweaty shirt. He quickly took it out and threw it into the bathtub. He soaked it in water and then went to the laundry room to get some laundry liquid.    

    

Zhi Qing squatted beside the bathtub and earnestly helped him wash his white shirt.    

    

This feeling … It was actually quite strange!    

    

This was the first time she had helped a man wash his clothes. Soft white foam rolled in her hands, as if it had melted into her heart.    

    

It could not be said to be some sort of feeling, but inside his heart, he felt a slight warmth radiating … The white shirt was clean and fresh after spitting water.    

    

Naturally, Zhi Qing didn't have the guts to help him get out under the sun. She took out her clothes rack and hung it on her small balcony.    

    

… ….    

    

At night —    

    

Zhi Qing opened her WeChat and was about to send a message to Lu Liye. However, she didn't expect to receive a message from a WeChat.    

    

The message came from 'LO is half LOVE'.    

    

Every time Zhi Qing saw this personal name, she felt it was funny.    

    

It was because this name did not suit a proper man like Lu Liye!    

    

Zhi Qing slid the message away.    

    

— Did you wash your clothes?    

    

Zhi Qing did not reply. She simply tapped the camera column and aimed at the white shirt fluttering on the balcony. She captured a shot and pressed the send button.    

    

Lu Liye looked at the photo on his phone for a long time.    

    

In his mind, he couldn't help but start fantasizing about his own shirt floating in her bedroom … He leaned against the pillow and narrowed his eyes lazily. His heart was filled to the brim with the warmth that he had imagined.    

    

That night, Lu Liye had a wonderful dream …    

    

In the dream, in the bedroom, on top of the bed, there was nothing but the act of rolling the sheets.    

    

On the balcony of his bedroom hung his white shirt, her beautiful pink dress. She nestled in her arms and kept saying three words: "You're not good or bad, you're light, you're strong, you're very comfortable, you want more, or not enough, one more time, I'm here …" In the morning, Lu Liye woke up with his pajamas all wet.    

    

Remembering Xi Zhiqing in his dream, the corners of his mouth could not help but twitch slightly. He was still excitedly raising and not able to move away from her.    

    

It wasn't until Lu Liye took a cold shower that the heat in his body slightly subsided.    

    

Lu Liye thought that the next time he saw her, he had to ruthlessly crush her onto the bed and dry himself. Only then would he be able to relieve the fire and desire that had been burning in his body for such a long time!    

    

After the shower, he came out of the bathroom and his cell phone rang on the table.    

    

It was his mother.    

    

"What?"    

    

Lu Liye asked his mother while he wiped his wet short hair with a towel.    

    

"I'm here for lunch this weekend, but my parents are leaving tomorrow."    

    

"So fast?"    

    

Lu Liye was a bit reluctant to suddenly say that he was going to leave.    

    

"Hurry up and come over! Zhi Qing cooked it herself! "    

    

"Zhiqing?"    

    

When Lu Liye heard this, his spirit was jolted and a few glimmers of light instantly flashed across his gloomy eyes.    

    

A certain part of his body seemed to have become active again. "I'll go over right now!"    

    

He was still waiting for the girl to give him an answer!    

    

At this moment —    

    

Zhi Qing was in the kitchen of his room, flustered and at a loss as to what to do.    

    

How much salt does the fish have to put in it? One spoonful should be enough!    

    

He scooped up a spoonful of salt and stirred it. Then, he used his chopsticks to carefully pick up a small piece and take a sip.    

    

Eh? No salt.    

    

Following that, he scooped another spoonful in.    

    

Try again.    

    

"Oh, it's so salty!"    

    

Zhi Qing was salty to the point that his mouth twitched. He hurriedly poured some clean water into the pot. Immediately, the fried fish became a boiled fish.    

    

… ….    

    

When Lu Liye came over, Zhi Qing's "Boiled Fish" had just come out of the pot.