Chapter 17

The living room of Mia’s house was empty, and the messy sofa was scattered with Mia’s sportswear and shorts when she was running.

I suddenly became nervous. Could Mia be taking a shower?

Looking around, I still couldn’t see Mia.

This is the disadvantage of a large flat. Living alone is too empty and lonely.

“Mia, are you there?”

I called out softly while getting familiar with Mia’s room.

When I walked to the door of the master bedroom, Mia’s voice was faintly heard:

“Is it Harry?”

“Mia, it’s me.”

As expected, Mia was really taking a shower. Her voice was crisp, coming from the crack of the bedroom door: “Harry, sit on the sofa and wait, I’ll be done with the shower soon.”

“Your foot is injured, don’t you need my help to take a shower?”

Although I thought so in my heart, I dared not say these words out loud.

I put the food I brought on the dining table one by one, and waited quietly for Mia.

While waiting, WeChat received a message: “I’m leaving!”

“Okay.”

I replied and put down the phone.

“You are so perfunctory?” followed by a wronged expression.

I couldn’t help but raise the corners of my mouth, and typed a reply: “You will know whether I am perfunctory or not later...”

The other side instantly sent a selfie of slender and long beautiful legs, and an animated expression pretending to be shy.

“This little girl...”

I felt a little hot in my heart. She knew that I was a leg control, but she deliberately sent a photo of her legs to seduce me?

At this point, I suddenly thought of the beauties around me, whether it was my mother, my aunt Julia, my sister Bella, my teacher Natalie, Mia, etc., all of them were tall beauties, none of them were less than 1.7 meters tall, and without exception, they all had a pair of perfect long legs, which completely satisfied my desire for legs.

Why are men obsessed with women’s legs? Because the most beautiful part of women is hidden between their legs.

“Thump, thump, thump...”

While thinking, Mia jumped towards me on one foot in a one-piece pajamas.

Her skirt covered the middle of her thighs, revealing a pair of white and smooth thighs, and a pair of not-too-small jade rabbits on her chest swayed up and down with the jumping, which was dazzling.

The scene in front of me made me wonder whether Mia was wearing nipple stickers or vacuum this time?

“Mia, slow down,”

I walked over to her and naturally put her arm on her shoulders, while holding her soft waist with one hand.

I touched her beautiful feet all over, so what did these actions mean?

Mia looked a little uncomfortable, but she didn’t refuse. I helped her walk to the dining table.

I pulled out a chair and helped her sit down: “Mia, are you impatient again? I made you wait twice today.”

“A little.”

Mia didn’t say anything polite to me, and said with a slightly angry tone: “You’ve been gone for so long, I was so impatient waiting for you that I had to take a shower first.”

“Mia, forgive me...”

I sat down opposite her while “begging” for forgiveness: “These meals are for your apology.”

Mia didn’t speak to me in a hypocritical polite manner, which meant that our relationship had taken a big step forward.

“Then let me taste your cooking skills!”

Mia smiled and opened the package, stretched out her chopsticks and picked up a piece of chicken I stewed.

“It’s cooked in a pressure cooker, so it should be quite mushy.”

As I introduced it, I reached out and peeled a shrimp and put it on the plate in front of Mia.

Although I want to press Mia under me now, I should pay attention to the distance when facing a woman.

Today, I have been close enough to Mia, so it’s better to keep a proper distance, so I didn’t choose to pass the peeled shrimp to Mia’s lips.

Mia chewed the chicken in her mouth and put the shrimp I peeled into her greasy little mouth. She said vaguely: “You are quite gentlemanly. You actually know how to peel shrimp for a girl.”

“I have always been very gentlemanly. Mia, eat slowly. No one will snatch it from you.”

I smiled helplessly and served her a bowl of barley and mung bean porridge: “Drink some porridge to smooth it out. The weather is so hot, it is specially used to clear away heat and relieve summer heat.”

“Delicious, delicious!”

Mia enjoyed the meal and praised it greatly.

She gave me a thumbs up, and then threw a small piece of chicken into her mouth.

“Eat slowly.”

I peeled the shrimps for her slowly, and then put them one by one on the plate in front of her.

“Your cooking skills are good, Harry!” Mia continued to praise: “You can apply for a chef position in a five-star hotel.”

I handed the last shrimp to her lips, and Mia subconsciously opened her red lips to take it.

When Mia’s red lips gently kissed the edge of my fingers, a tingling feeling instantly spread throughout my body.

Mia also felt something was wrong instantly, and her little mouth held my fingers for a while before immediately letting go.

“Well, not bad, not bad!”

She deliberately chewed the shrimp meat in her mouth, but she didn’t dare to look me in the eye, and glanced away embarrassedly.

I succeeded in my goal and continued to open the topic, actively dispelling the awkward atmosphere: “I am a self-taught person, how can I compare with other chefs?”

Mia sipped the mung bean porridge lightly: “At least it is no problem to crush the British chefs.”

“Well, not bad, not bad, another bowl!”

Mia wiped her mouth and handed the porcelain bowl in her hand to me again.

I smiled bitterly in my heart. I brought two portions of rice, but Mia finished it all by herself.

Mia drank half of it and suddenly burped briefly.

“Uh...”

I looked at her.

Don’t say it, beautiful women burping is pleasing to the eye and quite cute.

Sensing my surprised look, she blushed and said shyly: “I’m full. I’ve never eaten so much as today.”

“It’s good that you’re full. It means that my cooking skills are at least acceptable to you.”

Mia touched her belly and said with great satisfaction: “Today’s meal is the best meal I’ve had since I went abroad to study and returned home.”

I smiled and said: “The best meal should be the meal cooked by my mother.”

Well, except for the meal cooked by Ms. Emma.

Mia brushed her bangs unnaturally when she heard it: “I haven’t been home since I returned home.”

I didn’t ask any more questions, but cleaned up the garbage on the table.

After cleaning up, I picked up the remaining half bowl of porridge in front of Mia and drank it.

“What are you doing?”

Mia’s eyes widened, with a question mark and shock on her face.

“Eat.”

I winked at her and drank up the porridge that Mia had left.

Mia stammered, “That ... that’s ... what I left...”

“I know.”

I nodded, looking serious, “But I haven’t eaten yet, Mia, don’t worry, I don’t dislike you.”

“Huh?”

Mia glanced at the table in astonishment, only to find that I brought two servings of food.

Realizing that she had eaten my food, her pretty face suddenly turned red, and her speech became even more stuttering.

She shook her little hands and explained helplessly, “That ... that I didn’t notice ... I ... I didn’t expect you didn’t eat, mainly ... mainly because you ... you cooked so deliciously, oh, so embarrassing!”

Mia suddenly moaned, and covered her red cheeks with her pretty face facing up, feeling extremely ashamed.

“It’s okay. Mia likes it so much, which means my cooking is delicious.”

After a long while, the blush on Mia’s pretty face slowly dissipated: “How about I transfer some money to you, and you can order another takeaway.”

“No need.”

I threw the takeaway box into the garbage bag: “I didn’t eat much in the morning.”

“Okay...”

Mia pinched her little finger, still looking a little embarrassed.

“Mia, is your ankle better?”

Mia smiled bitterly: “It won’t be healed for a while. Based on my many years of experience with sprained ankles, the problem should not be big, but it will be very painful.”

I said worriedly: “I suggest you go to the hospital for a check-up.”

“No, no.” Mia shook her head and waved at me again, motioning me to help her to the sofa.

“Just rest for a while.”

I held her slender waist again and half-hugged her to the sofa.

“Ask your boss for a leave?”

“I have already asked.”

Mia picked up a mandarin orange and handed it to me: “Try it, it’s very sweet.”

I peeled the skin of the mandarin orange, broke off a crystal clear and plump petal and handed it to Mia: “I haven’t asked Mia what she does for a living yet?”

Mia reached out to take the mandarin orange and put it into her mouth: “I applied for a job as a fashion designer in a company not long ago.”

“Fashion designer?” I was a little surprised: “Isn’t it a bit of a waste of your talent to be a fashion designer as a returnee?”

“Isn’t it narrow-minded?” Mia chuckled and explained: “For internationally popular luxury clothing, China is still a little behind those Western countries, and they also have something we can learn from them.”

“Okay.” I peeled another mandarin orange and handed it to Mia: “I will be responsible for delivering meals to you in the future.”

“How can I feel embarrassed about this?”

Mia reached out to take it, her beautiful eyes moved but she didn’t refuse my proposal, obviously the food I cooked was very much to her taste.

I stood up and said, “Mia, you take a rest first, I’ll help you clean up.”

Mia quickly grabbed my hand and said, “No, no, you should take a rest too.”

“I hurt you, this is what I should do.” I broke free from Mia’s hand and tidied it up.

Mia couldn’t resist me and agreed reluctantly.

Mia stared at me and said, “Are you good at housework?”

“There’s no other way. Mom is a busy person and my sister is a lazy person. I have to do the housework.”

“Hehe...” Mia smiled softly with her hands covering her mouth: “Will your sister be angry when she hears this?”

“Angry?” I smiled helplessly: “She will probably create some more garbage to mess with me on purpose.”

Mia’s house is very tidy. I cleaned it up quickly and there was nothing to do in a short while.

Seeing the scattered clothes on the sofa beside Mia, I picked them up casually: “Mia, where is your washing machine?”

Mia pointed to the door of the master bedroom: “On the balcony of my bedroom, just throw it into the washing machine.”

“Master bedroom balcony?”

“Uh...” Mia explained: “I thought of installing the washing machine on the balcony of the master bedroom, and I can throw the clothes directly into it after taking them off. It’s quite convenient.”

I took the sportswear and shorts that Mia took off and walked towards her bedroom, asking: Won’t the washing machine disturb you when you rest?”

“No...”

I walked into Mia’s bedroom. It was still clean and tidy, with a big pink bed inside. I didn’t expect that Mia, who was 25 or 26 years old, still had a girlish heart.

There was a laptop on a table next to the bed, and there were several fashion design manuscripts on the table.