Chapter 120: Best Friend: Little Brother, Please Help Me!

Si Ling's fingers were very slender; compared to Su Manyao, her nails were not as long as Su Manyao's nails.

Moreover, they were also a bit softer.

Jiang Cheng took her hand, placed it under the faucet, and cleaned the durian stuck on it for her.

Si Ling fell silent, staring blankly at Jiang Cheng; then her gaze fell on his hand, she unconsciously swallowed, then turned her head to the living room, seeing Su Manyao sitting on the sofa eating durian while watching TV.

Si Ling let out a breath of relief.

"All right." Jiang Cheng said.

Then he pulled out some kitchen paper from nearby, handed it to Si Ling, and said, "Wipe it."

"Oh." Si Ling took the paper from Jiang Cheng's hand.

Not daring to look into Jiang Cheng's eyes, she wiped her fingers and threw the kitchen paper into the trash.

Then, with her hands behind her back, she asked, "What are you doing?"

It was like asking an air-conditioning repairman what his job was.

She was somewhat grasping for conversation.

Jiang Cheng glanced at her and said, "Stir-fry two dishes and boil a soup; that should be about right, right?"

Si Ling had a slender figure; if you looked closely, you could see the subtlety within.

She belonged to the type that doesn't show off.

She widened her eyes and said, "Wow, you're so amazing, you even know how to cook."

Thinking that nobody dislikes praise, she felt complimenting Jiang Cheng would give them common ground.

Mainly because she had previously run into Jiang Cheng downstairs and aggressively added his contact information.

It was somewhat awkward.

So at this moment she wanted to ease the tension.

Who knew Jiang Cheng would say, "I also can't cook; I just throw things together."

"Oh," Si Ling softly uttered.

One sentence killed the conversation.

Si Ling walked back with her hands behind her back to look for Su Manyao.

Her hands clasped behind her back, fingers lightly fidgeting.

As she gazed at her friend's back, she thought of the scene just now when Jiang Cheng washed her hands.

Mainly because Jiang Cheng's hands were handsome, giving her a faint flutter.

Unavoidably, a sense of guilt arose.

But recalling that Su Manyao had said Jiang Cheng wasn't her boyfriend.

Si Ling then thought, you yourself said he isn't your boyfriend.

So why should I feel guilty?

She sat back on the sofa and would no longer touch Su Manyao's durian.

The two chatted while watching TV, it had been a long time since they last met.

Jiang Cheng was busy alone in the kitchen; actually three people couldn't eat much, and he hadn't prepared a big meal.

It was just about making some home-style dishes.

So he quickly prepared the ingredients; the rice in the electric cooker was already kept warm, only the soup needed some time.

Thus Jiang Cheng put the soup ingredients in the pot, turned on low heat, and left the rest to the kitchen itself.

Later he'll come over and give it a burst of high heat; then it'll be about done.

So after washing his hands clean, he also came to the living room.

In his hand he held a disposable glove brought from the kitchen, and he tore off a piece of durian to eat.

Then he sat on the nearby sofa.

Su Manyao had been chatting with Si Ling; seeing Jiang Cheng approach, her gaze swept over his fingers, her expression somewhat unnatural.

She rose and said, "You guys sit for a bit; I'll go take a shower first."

The close friend and boyfriend were sitting beside her; mainly because the boyfriend was a school student, and she was a professor at the school.

This made her feel embarrassed.

She worried Si Ling would ask related questions, and she wouldn't know how to answer.

She didn't want to say in front of Jiang Cheng, "This isn't my boyfriend." Saying that behind his back to save face is understandable, but saying it to his face she couldn't do.

That is, Su Manyao got up and left.

Si Ling turned her gaze to Jiang Cheng, observing his look toward Su Manyao.

She indeed liked Su Manyao's thinking in her heart.

But she also felt a bit embarrassed, so she picked up the cosmetics on the coffee table.

She opened the packaging to examine it.

After a while, she looked up at Jiang Cheng and said, "Little brother, do you have any more of those gloves you used to eat durian? Can you give me two?"

"Wait a moment."

Jiang Cheng got up, went to the kitchen, took out a disposable glove from the cabinet, then walked back and handed it to Si Ling.

Si Ling received the disposable glove and said, "I want to use this glove to make a hand mask."

Jiang Cheng didn't understand these things, nodded, and sat down beside her.

!

Then he saw Si Ling open the glove.

Then she took out bottle after bottle of lotion from the cosmetics box, selected a few, and poured them into the disposable glove.

He muttered, "You should pour more while she's not around."

Then he looked at Jiang Cheng, chuckling: "You mustn't tell on me, okay? This is for applying to the face, but I like to use face cream as a hand mask."

"But using face cream as a hand mask uses a lot; if she finds out, she'll definitely scold me."

Jiang Cheng nodded: "Okay, I won't tell."

Then Si Ling earnestly started rummaging.

Jiang Cheng, however, didn't really think Si Ling was maliciously using Su Manyao's things while she was away.

As for a Yujie like her, she can afford anything; she wouldn't care about this.

This is just a fun thing between girls.

So Jiang Cheng happily went along.

After a while, Si Ling poured a lot of face cream into each of the two disposable gloves, mixing several things together.

Then she sat cross-legged on the sofa and put one hand into a disposable glove.

After that, she picked up the other disposable glove, which already contained a lot of face cream and other lotions.

After rummaging for a while, she looked up and said, "Can you help me open it a bit? I can't manage with one hand."

"Sure." Jiang Cheng got up, walked over, and sat beside Si Ling.

Si Ling turned, spread her crossed legs, placing her heels on the sofa and her toes against Jiang Cheng's leg.

Her toes were small, painted black; it seemed as if she were using Su Manyao's things, making her very happy to have her ten toes stepping on Jiang Cheng's leg, restlessly wiggling.

Jiang Cheng helped her open the disposable glove, then watched as she slipped her hand inside.

"That's enough." Si Ling said.

Then she rubbed her hands together a few times, looked up and asked, "Are you busy right now? Will this delay your work?"

Jiang Cheng wondered: "What's up?"

"It's just putting on a glove; how could it delay anything?"

Up close, he saw Si Ling's face: this girl had a fair complexion, yet she only wore light makeup.

Yet her skin looked snowy white, as if it had been smoothed by software.

Overall, she gave off a lively vibe, looking very fresh.

How to put it: "If you're not busy, could you help me rub it in? That way the absorption will be better."

Si Ling said this while extending both hands toward Jiang Cheng.

She also shifted her butt closer to him, her toes pressing on his leg.

"No, I don't have time," Jiang Cheng said.

Si Ling pouted, "Just help me a little."

Jiang Cheng glanced toward Su Manyao's bathroom, wondering how long it would be before she came out.

He, in the kitchen, could wait for Su Manyao to come out before turning on the high heat; it wouldn't be too late.

So Jiang Cheng said, "Alright."

(End of chapter)