Chapter 42: The 3rd Night's Alcohol Exercise (4)

Lu Qilin's already slightly frowned brows furrowed even more tightly.

Lu Che was really sick. Not only did he start talking nonsense, but his voice became strange.

Lu Qilin didn't want to look at Lu Che at first, but his eyes were unconsciously attracted by her voice.

Hearing that Lu Che's voice was a bit more capable and softer than usual, like a humming beast, Lu Qilin lowered his eyes subconsciously, and unexpectedly met those misty and confused eyes.

Lu Qilin: "..."

The man's throat was uncomfortably dry, he frowned and said, "Don't move."

After he finished speaking, he hugged Lu Che, who was wrapped in his arms, and put it on his shoulders.

This is a standard action of carrying a man, and there is no tenderness at all.

Lu Che's stomach was already shrinking in waves, but Lu Qilin suddenly carried it on his shoulders, his stomach was held up, and his face turned pale in pain.

"Um...no...it hurts..." The soft and waxy voice just now suddenly became weaker, and cold sweat even oozes out of Lu Che's forehead.

She was hung upside down behind Lu Qilin, and her little hand subconsciously grabbed Lu Qilin's waist.

Lu Qilin felt the pain coming from the lower back, and her hand scratched a trace of the fat-free back.

Lu Qilin narrowed his eyes, and turned Lu Che, who was on his shoulders, and let her fall into his arms.

He lowered his eyes to look at Lu Che, who was pale and sullen in his arms, his dark eyes glowing with cold light, and he said a little impatiently: "You are a man and a soldier, when did you become like this? I can't bear any pain."

Lu Che took the man who reprimanded him as if he was drunk, covered his stomach, and said in a maiden tone, "Even if you have to endure hardship, there is no reason not to let people eat. Young master, I have a stomach problem... Can you please? Put me down, don't toss me, I want to go to the kitchen to find something."

She took back the gentle and considerate words of the eldest young master who felt drunk just now.

This man has no control at all.

He was drunk himself, and she took care of him every time.

Now, she is not feeling well and sick, the eldest young master not only doesn't take care of her, but also wants to take her to bed and do that kind of thing.

It takes physical strength to do that!

The eldest young master is not afraid that she will be exhausted and die on the bed.

Lu Che complained for a while, but he didn't notice that Lu Qilin, who was holding her, turned black and white.

After a few changes, he didn't say a word, his powerful arms contracted, holding the slightly petite body in his arms, and went to the restaurant.

"Eldest young master, I can do it myself..." Lu Che was feeling puzzled, but before he could speak, a burst of aroma caught all his attention.

At the originally empty and deserted table, five or six different dishes have been placed at some point in time.

Hot, misty white porridge... Dumplings that were fried to the point of being charred outside and tender inside...

After being stir-fried and heated, it looks very appetizing...

There is also a cold preserved egg, the kind with red peppers and diced green peppers!

Judging from the workmanship of the knives, they were all neat and small diced objects, unlike Lu Che, the diced green onion was as big as the cubes.

Lu Che's eyes were all drawn to the table full of food, which was unusually rich for her.

So fragrant, so warm, so delicious... Just looking at the dishes on the table, her stomach has the illusion of warmth.

"Young master, you did all this? How did you do it... You've only been in the kitchen for less than an hour... You've never cooked before."

Others may think that Lu Qilin is hiding, but Lu Che has followed him since he was a child.

No one knows better than Lu Che whether Lu Qilin can cook, whether he has been in the kitchen or not.