The national prince charming took first place again - Chapter 487: Chapter 489

Chapter 487: Chapter 489

Author: Filthy MACHINE TRANSLATION

The next day.

When Feng Yulin woke up, he was surrounded by a delicate fragrance. It was like the smell of flowers, just like the flowers he saw in his dreams…

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He got up from the bed and rubbed the space between his eyebrows. He felt much better after a good night’s sleep.

It had been a long time since he had such a comfortable sleep.

Other than the fact that his little clothes and pants were making him feel a little uncomfortable, Feng Yulin felt quite comfortable.

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He suddenly remembered what happened last night.

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He lowered his head to look at his legs. There were no longer any red marks on them, only a slight pain in his wrist.

He looked down and found some bruises.

His eyes dimmed a little. Last night he seemed to be Ling Jue’s shadow, and had been given a beating.

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The corner of Feng Yulin’s mouth raised slightly. Thinking about it now, it was still quite interesting. That kid seemed to be very happy.

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He got out of bed and looked around his room. There was a bit of a festive feeling, and this decoration pattern has a bit of wedding room feeling.

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But the smell around here is Ling Jue’s…

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Kacha!

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A soft sound of the door opening rang out. Ling Jue walked in. “You’re awake?”

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Feng Yulin nodded. Looking at Ling Jue’s ‘nothing happened’ expression, he suspected that he had been dreaming last night.

Ling Jue handed him the clothes that he had changed into last night. “I’ve washed your clothes and they’re dry. You can change into them.”

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Feng Yulin took it and it smelled fresh… The smell of laundry detergent…

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“Did you wash these by hand?” Feng Yulin held the clothes in his arms and smiled.

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Ling Jue’s lips twitched. “There’s a washing machine.”

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What she meant was, ‘why would I wash them by hand if there’s a washing machine?’

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A hint of disappointment flashed across Feng Yulin’s eyes. If it was hand-washed, he could not bear to wear it…

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“Hurry up and change and come out for breakfast.” Ling Jue glanced at him indifferently before she turned around and left the room, closing the door for him.

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Feng Yulin’s lips curled into a smile. This was great. It would be great if the way he interacted with Ling Jue was always like this.

A glint flashed across his eyes. If he said that he was homeless, would Ling Jue take him in?

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No…

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This guy seemed to want to stay at school.

Feng Yulin walked into the bathroom and changed his clothes.

When he left the room, he saw Ling Jue eating wonton stew while watching TV.

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“You went out?” Feng Yulin looked at the time. It was 06:00. It was quite early.

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Ling Jue handed him a bowl and nodded. “Yes, I went for a morning run just now.”

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“Do you really like wonton stew that much?” Feng Yulin sat on the stool and was about to eat when Ling Jue frowned and snatched his bowl. “Go brush your teeth. I bought you a toothbrush.”

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“…”

Feng Yulin looked at Ling Jue’s serious expression and smiled. “Okay.”

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He suddenly felt like Ling Jue was his girlfriend.

He walked into the bathroom and saw a new toothbrush, cup, and toothpaste.

He felt warm in his heart. It was the first time someone had prepared him these things.

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After brushing his teeth, Ling Jue had finished eating. His bowl of wonton stew was placed on the table with a meat bun.

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Feng Yulin was a little confused. “Don’t you like bread and milk?”

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Most people ate bread and milk for breakfast, and some even cooked extravagant food.

“I don’t like it.” Ling Jue pressed the remote control to change the channel. Bread and milk had never appeared in her life in Miaojiang.

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It was a habit she was born with.

She still remembered that at Uncle Miao’s house at the entrance of the primary school. The buns in his house were the best.

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In this world, no one could make such a taste.

Feng Yulin nodded. A strange look flashed across his eyes. “Actually, the wonton stew I made is not bad.”

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Can I make wonton stew for you in the future?

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