Chapter 338

Not long ago, when Zheng Xiujing and Sulli were whispering in the second bedroom next door, Lin Xiuyuan's bedroom was another scene.

Krystal, who lay down with Lin Xiuyuan earlier, did not fall asleep directly leaning against him.

Under the stimulation of alcohol, a certain demonstration that existed vaguely in front of Zheng Xiujing, and that subtle possessiveness made her particularly lazy at this moment, and bold ideas began to surge.

At this time, she was wearing a champagne-colored silk suspender nightdress, the silky fabric fitting her curves, glowing with an enticing luster under the dim night light.

Just like a precious and cunning cat, lying directly on Lin Xiuyuan's chest.

As the thin straps slid off her shoulders, the nightdress also revealed a large area of skin as white as porcelain, her hair falling down, sweeping across Lin Xiuyuan's jaw and neck.

The fragrance after bathing mixed with the other party's unique body scent, drilling into the tip of his nose in strands.

And the dual impact of vision and smell, plus the soft waist and amazing elasticity felt through the thin silk under his palms, all of this made Lin Xiuyuan's blood boil almost instantly, and his breathing couldn't help but become heavier.

The night was thick, and the ambiguity was in full swing.

So everything that happened next was like dry wood and raging fire, no more natural.

However, just when the passion was at its hottest and the two were hugging each other inseparable, Krystal, whether it was a sudden whim or driven by some secret thought, actually made a bolder move.

The panting sound, and those wet eyes were unusually clear and bright in the dimness.

Suddenly grabbed Lin Xiuyuan's hand and walked down from the soft big bed with him.

Walking toward the wall, her footsteps were floating but carried a decisive temptation. She leaned against the wall and slightly collapsed her slender waist, forming a thrilling arc, and the silk skirt was lifted a little because of this.

Finally, she looked back, her red lips parted slightly as her eyes flowed, giving Lin Xiuyuan a look of infinite style.

That look carried a hook, instantly pulling away Lin Xiuyuan's last trace of reason—

Thus, that unscrupulous sound inevitably penetrated the wall that was not top-notch in soundproofing and clearly entered the ears of the two girls next door.

Bringing the most intuitive shock of the whole night.

The next day, around ten in the morning.

The dual fatigue brought by the hangover and madness made Lin Xiuyuan sleep exceptionally well last night.

But no matter how well he slept, he was still forcibly dragged out of his sleep by a burnt smell that was getting thicker and seemed not to be ignored.

At first, Lin Xiuyuan just wrinkled his nose in a daze, turned over, trying to block out this annoying smell, thinking it was his own illusion of not waking up.

But as the smell became more intense and pungent, it finally sounded a crisis alarm in his subconscious.

"Whoosh—"

So in the next second, Lin Xiuyuan opened his eyes sharply and sat up from the bed almost like an ejection.

Even if his brain wasn't fully awake, his body had already acted first.

Because the burnt smell permeating the air was definitely not an ordinary burnt smell, but more like something was burning.

Just at the moment this thought appeared in his brain, he didn't even care about wearing shoes, and rushed out of the bedroom door barefoot like this.

The living room was well-lit, everything seemed as usual, but the source of the burnt smell was clear.

Lin Xiuyuan, who sniffed, quickly locked his gaze on the kitchen.

Turning his head to look, he saw a slender figure in front of the kitchen stove, busy and chaotic, waving her arms.

In the hesitation of wanting to go up but not daring to, she was making small, helpless exclamations.

And in the frying pan in front of her, orange-red flames were jumping happily, licking the edge of the pan.

"What's wrong?! What are you doing?!"

Seeing this scene, Lin Xiuyuan's heart tightened, and he rushed over quickly while shouting.

Rushing to the front, the flames in the pan were clearer, accompanied by the "crackle" sound of grease burning.

Lin Xiuyuan, who didn't have time to think too much, reached out for the first time to pull the chaotic figure behind him and protect her.

At the same time, his other hand quickly copied the pot lid from the side, aimed at the flames, and "whoosh" covered it tightly on the pot.

The hand that protected the person also quickly came over to turn off the stove fire.

When the flames were isolated from the air and struggled unwillingly under the pot lid, they soon had no sound.

But Lin Xiuyuan still didn't dare to be careless. After waiting for about seven or eight seconds, and confirming that there was no danger of reignition, he used the anti-scalding towel hanging on the side to wrap his hand, quickly picked up the whole hot iron pot, and threw it into the vegetable washing sink.

And immediately turned on the faucet, letting cold water "whoosh" wash over the hot pot body.

"Sss—"

A burst of white steam rose accompanied by the sound of cooling, and the cold water also washed open a corner of the pot lid that was not covered tightly, revealing the miserable contents in the pot.

It was a lump of burnt black like charcoal, completely unable to see the original appearance, sticking to the bottom of the pot, emitting a strong burnt smell.

Fortunately, the crisis was resolved.

Lin Xiuyuan, who was relieved, turned off the faucet, turned around, and looked at the culprit who had been standing stiffly not far behind him since he pulled her away just now.

It was Zheng Xiujing, who was wearing loungewear and whose hair was still a bit messy.

At this moment, she stood straight, her hands nervously clasped in front of her, her head slightly lowered, her eyes drifting and not daring to look at Lin Xiuyuan, and her cheeks were flushed red because of embarrassment and the shock just now.

This posture was exactly the appearance of being discovered after doing something wrong, knowing she was in the wrong, and then waiting for judgment, like a student caught skipping class, ready to die.

Looking at Zheng Xiujing's appearance, the reprimand with anger and lingering fear that Lin Xiuyuan originally rushed to his mouth suddenly got stuck in his throat for some reason.

In the end, the words that blurted out became a question with helplessness and priority concern, "How is it? Didn't get scalded anywhere, right? Didn't hurt yourself?"

While speaking, Lin Xiuyuan subconsciously looked her up and down, confirming that Zheng Xiujing had no obvious external injuries.

The reprimand he expected didn't come, but instead, it was a question with concern, which made Zheng Xiujing obviously stunned for a moment.

So she looked up at Lin Xiuyuan quickly, then lowered her eyelids quickly again, and shook her head, "I'm fine, didn't hurt me."

In her tone, besides lingering fear, there seemed to be a hint of surprise.

Hearing her say she was fine, Lin Xiuyuan's hanging heart was finally completely let go.

At the same time, he finally had the mind to investigate the cause, so he pointed to the sink that was still steaming and watery, and asked again with pure curiosity and confusion in his tone.

"What were you doing just now? How did it become like this?"

However, Zheng Xiujing didn't answer the question immediately.

Her gaze swept across Lin Xiuyuan quickly, as if she had been scalded and moved away sharply, moved her toes uncomfortably, and her eyes drifted to the ceiling and then to the floor.

Finally, she reminded him with that embarrassed voice, "Lin Xiuyuan, you, why don't you put on some clothes first—"

"Clothes?" Lin Xiuyuan was stunned, subconsciously looking down at himself.

Looking at this, he was also stunned.

Because of the habit of sleeping naked, plus Krystal warming the bed last night, Lin Xiuyuan naturally wore nothing.

Rushing out when he woke up in the morning was too urgent, completely forgetting this.

So much so that at this moment, his whole body had only a pair of loose boxer shorts worn when sleeping to barely cover his body, and his upper body was completely bare.

Certain physiological characteristics of men in the morning were also quite obvious in a tense state.

Zheng Xiujing scanned again: so bloated, so full, so three-dimensional.

"Cough cough cough!!!"

Lin Xiuyuan, who came back to his senses, had a hot old face, but he coughed lightly calmly, turned around and left a sentence "You go out and sit, don't stay here," and then rushed back to the bedroom and closed the door.

Leaving Zheng Xiujing standing alone at the kitchen door, the heat on her face lingered for a long time.

The scene seen in the glimpse just now—

Those solid but not exaggerated muscle lines, and the obviously bulging and full outline under the shorts, uncontrollably played in a loop in her mind—then combined with the face-reddening movements and ambiguous sounds heard through the wall last night—

Zheng Xiujing, who felt that her brain was a bit overheated, found that her heartbeat also missed several beats.

So she shook her head quickly, followed the words and sat down by the sofa in the living room, but still couldn't help but glance toward the master bedroom.

A few minutes later, Lin Xiuyuan, who simply put on a T-shirt and casual pants, walked out again, the embarrassment on his face had faded, and he returned to normal.

Only the gaze looking at Zheng Xiujing still carried helplessness and questioning.

"Alright, can you say it now?" He stood opposite the sofa, "What were you doing just now? How did you burn the pot?"

Zheng Xiujing couldn't avoid it this time, her fingers were twisting the corner of her clothes unconsciously, and her head was lowered even lower, "Make some breakfast."

"What kind of food can cause such a big battle?" Lin Xiuyuan couldn't laugh or cry, "Breakfast? What breakfast do you want to make?"

"Dumplings." Zheng Xiujing's voice was almost inaudible, "I saw there were frozen dumplings in the refrigerator, so I took them out and wanted to boil them for breakfast."

While speaking, she recalled the process, "I first put them in, then turned on the fire to fry them, and went to wash up while there was still some time.

Who knew that when I came out after washing up, I smelled a big burnt smell. I ran over to see, the dumplings were all stuck to the bottom of the pot, a bit black. I, I thought it was because I didn't put oil that it stuck to the pot, so I—"

"So you poured some oil in?" Lin Xiuyuan helped her connect the second half of the sentence.

Seeing Zheng Xiujing nodding in shame, he was speechless and raised his hand to hold his forehead, closing his eyes.

When the temperature at the bottom of the pot is extremely high, suddenly pouring cold oil in, wouldn't it explode? Basic physical common sense.

It was really lucky that it didn't burn her.

After figuring out the principle of this kitchen accident, Lin Xiuyuan was also angry and funny.

Rubbing his eyebrows, he continued to ask, "By the way, Zhenli and Krystal, how come neither of them is seen now."

Logically speaking, making such a big movement, how could they not appear.

Zheng Xiujing heard this, looked at him, and a trace of small resentment flashed quickly in her eyes.

"They went out to buy groceries, Krystal said to cook at the apartment at noon, so she took Sulli out together."

Thinking of Krystal getting up refreshed and radiant in the morning, humming a song in a good mood.

Later, while picking clothes, she suggested that she stay in the apartment and not run around, saying the other party needed to borrow her identity and have a good shopping time here with Sulli.

And she herself didn't sleep well because of some reasons last night, leading to waist soreness and leg weakness, and mental depression, Zheng Xiujing felt a burst of stuffiness.

That woman was definitely on purpose!

Also said something about borrowing identity, this was clearly showing off and demonstrating!

"So—" Lin Xiuyuan concluded, "You were hungry, wanted to make breakfast yourself, and as a result—"

Zheng Xiujing didn't refute this statement that sounded very reasonable, just nodded silently, and buried her face even lower.

She couldn't say that she was actually stimulated by Krystal's pride in the morning, so she had a whim to make breakfast for Lin Xiuyuan, wanting to win back a game and give the other party a little crisis, right?

As a result, it seems now that the crisis was not given, but instead gave Lin Xiuyuan a fire scare.

This kind of self-humiliating motivation, Zheng Xiujing would not say it even if she was beaten to death.

Seeing her nod in acknowledgment, Lin Xiuyuan only had helplessness left in his heart.

Sighed, his tone softened even more, "Alright, it's a blessing that nothing happened this time. Next time you want to eat something, either call someone, or make something you are absolutely sure of. For example, instant noodles, microwave heating milk and bread, etc. Don't try blindly if you are not familiar with it. Burning the house is a small matter, if you really hurt yourself, it will be a big deal, do you know??"

Lin Xiuyuan's words were earnest, without reprimand, only concern and lingering fear.

So after Zheng Xiujing heard it, her heart also warmed slightly, and she responded obediently, "Hmm, I know."

I don't know if it was a coincidence, just at this time, the "beep" sound of the electronic lock identification success came from the apartment door, followed by the light sound of the door tongue popping open.

Subsequently, the sound of changing shoes and plastic bags rustling came from the entrance.

Sulli and Krystal, who went out to purchase, returned fully loaded.

The two carried several large bags of fresh ingredients, chatting and laughing, bypassed the cabinet at the entrance, and walked into the living room.

It's just that the smile solidified when seeing the two people in the living room: one full of helplessness, one wishing to shrink into the sofa seam.

And when the burnt smell in the air had not completely dissipated, and there was still a faint burnt smell left.

Keenly perceiving the subtlety of the atmosphere, and that unusual smell, Sulli put down the bag in her hand and looked at Lin Xiuyuan, then looked at Zheng Xiujing, who was ostrich-like, and took the lead in speaking.

"What's wrong, oppa~ what's going on with you guys? What happened?"

Krystal standing next to her also put down things, her small nose twitched slightly, her beautiful eyebrows furrowed, and her gaze swept sharply toward the kitchen direction.

Finally fell back to Zheng Xiujing, guessing something, "It seems like there is a smell of burnt things? It drifted from the kitchen side."

Being stared at by two gazes, especially Krystal's gaze that seemed to be able to see through everything, caused Zheng Xiujing's head, which was already lowered, to press down a few more points unconsciously, almost burying into her chest.

Fortunately, her chest was not big, otherwise this posture might really suffocate herself.

Hmm~ but thinking about it, there should be no such opportunity and possibility.