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"The class teacher's husband is very handsome. Did you see that? He's so tall." This is a fact she must admit.

"Yeah, hurry up, the lotus root fried with meat is almost gone." The classmate pulled her to run.

Ji Yang arrived at the dormitory and stood in front of the door. Just as he was about to take out the key, he found that the door was not locked, so he pushed it open and went in.

He walked to the kitchen. As soon as he walked in, there was a cry from inside.

Zhang Ruowan took a spatula and hurriedly turned off the fire. The air was filled with a burnt smell.

"You're back?" Seeing him come in, she looked embarrassed, "So soon? I thought it was only eleven o'clock."

Ji Yang walked over and saw the sea fish in the pot was fried to pieces. The appearance was unbearable to look at. He frowned and said, "The lower half is burnt."

Affirmative tone.

"Originally, I wanted to make soup, but the fish seller said that this is delicious only when fried. In addition, I am afraid that the fishy smell is too strong when making soup, so I can only fry it. I am afraid that it will burn, so I often turn it over, and then it breaks. I don't continue to move it, and it burns again." Zhang Ruowan said pitifully.

Isn't it fried like this?

He always does this.

"Turn on a low heat, turn the pan and fry slowly. Who can stand turning it over and over?" Ji Yang took the spatula and turned it over.

Good stuff.

Four small fishes were tied together, and they were so black.

Zhang Ruowan was a little disappointed. She had been busy for half a morning, and the dishes on the side were not cooked yet. She thought she would fry the fish first, but it turned out to be a failure.

"The fish should be fried last, otherwise the flavors will be mixed in the dishes, and it will take a long time. Turn it over and fry this side, so you can still eat half of it." Ji Yang turned the fire again, scraped the bottom of the pan a few times, and added some oil.

Zhang Ruowan walked behind him, dejectedly resting her forehead against his back.

"It's okay, it will be better next time." Ji Yang turned the pan a little in one direction and looked at the dishes on the side, "Have you washed these?"

"Yeah."

"Go and correct your homework, I'll fry it." Ji Yang reached to the side, took a few slices of garlic, slapped the blade down, and broke them.

"I'll change it later."

"Not taking a nap later?" He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, "I said it's okay if I come back to cook. If you really want to cook, you can cook noodles, vegetables, etc. next time. I think fried eggs with pickled mustard is also OK."

"You came back from a morning class and I asked you to eat fried eggs with pickled mustard? That's pathetic." She turned her head to the side, "I'm not abusing you."

It's pitiful to think about it. He made a big meal for her and made whatever she wanted to eat.

"What's pitiful?" Ji Yang didn't think so. "Why are there so many particulars about eating? I can eat porridge with pickled mustard. I can change my taste occasionally. Go ahead. I'll call you later."

"Then I'll go?" She stood up straight, asking in her tone.

"Yeah." Ji Yang nodded and replied without hesitation.

"I made seaweed soup. It's done. I haven't added salt yet. You can add some later." She pointed to the pot on the side.

"Okay."

She smiled with pursed lips and turned to go to the study.

A few days ago, she didn't dare to leave when Ji Yang was cooking, for fear that he would say she was just eating for free or being lazy.

Even if he didn't do anything, just standing by her side would make her feel at ease.

But he was helpless and didn't let her watch.

Gradually, it became the same as before. Whether he came back to sleep when he was tired or went to correct homework and prepare lessons, he didn't say anything.

She was busy with her own things, and he took the initiative to take on the cooking work. He would cook on time and occasionally make her midnight snacks. He worked hard and never complained. He seemed to be always energetic and smiling to her.

After the two of them had a good meal and rested for a while, she continued to correct some homework, and Ji Yang peeled an apple for her.

At one o'clock, she was ready for a nap.

She was the only one in their family who took a nap. Ji Yang never took a nap. When she slept, he would watch TV, play games, chat with friends in the group, or deal with the school's arrangements.

As soon as she got into bed, he turned off the external speaker of his phone.

"Did you go to bed late last night? Do you want to sleep together for a while?" She looked at the sofa, where he was sitting with his feet up.

He really doesn't look like a teacher at all. In fact, she said she wanted to apply for the Chinese Teacher Training Program, so he came. Otherwise, he would have gone to do another job. Every time she thought about this, she felt that he had made great sacrifices in this relationship, and she couldn't be too willful.

He treated her very well, otherwise why would he be willing to do so much?

Ji Yang sat up and looked at her, "I don't take a nap even if I go to bed at 4 o'clock. I can't sleep."

"I'll have a headache if I don't get enough sleep." She pulled the quilt, "It's a bit cold, can you turn up the air conditioner a little higher?"

Ji Yang turned up the temperature by three degrees, stood up and turned off the fan, walked to the bed, put his phone aside, and suddenly pressed on her through the quilt, "I don't sleep, but I can hold you and let you sleep."

Zhang Ruowan avoided his sight and said in a small voice, "That's not what I meant. I'm just afraid that you don't get enough sleep."

"That's what I meant." Ji Yang picked her up with the quilt, then kissed the side of her face, a string of dense kisses fell, "Soft and fragrant."

Zhang Ruowan gently pushed him, softly, "Sleep well."

"Yes, sir." He let go of her, got into the quilt again, and took her to his arms. With a little force, she couldn't move.

Zhang Ruowan was quiet and did not move. She looked into his deep black eyes with a stiff smile on her face. She mustered up the courage to explain, "Actually, my hands are a little uncomfortable in this position. I'm pressing them. I'm not pretending."

Ji Yang was stunned for a moment, and the next second he changed her position. His hands were pressed by her, and he held her in his arms again, "How about this?"

"Your hands will feel uncomfortable." She was reluctant to press them.

"How about this?" He laughed, turned over and pressed on her, and saw that her body trembled.

She was scared.

In fact, the two had not had sex for more than two months. The last time he was impatient, she resisted a little, and he told her to stop pretending before she said anything, and then he never hugged her at night, which was also the beginning of the cold war.