Catherine's eyes flashed with confusion, and her lips opened: "It was you who said you should let me go free."

"It's you who said you were willing to stay for me!" Christine growled angrily.

"If you don't like me, I have no reason to stay."

Kristine turned her face away awkwardly, her ears were suspiciously red, and her voice was muffled: "Well, I thought about it carefully, and I still like you a little bit."

It means that you have a reason to stay and are not allowed to leave!

"Only a little?" Catherine was slightly disappointed.

Kristen's face turned pale, as if she was thinking about a huge problem, and finally she twisted her face: "A little more than a little!"

Catherine smiled, turned his face and said, "You only like me a little bit, but I love you, so I am at a disadvantage."

Kristine gritted her teeth: "Catherine, are you pushing your limits?!"

Seeing that he was so angry that his head was about to smoke, Catherine smiled heartily, raised her hand and patted his handsome face, "I'm so tired, I'll take a nap first."

After saying that, he walked to the bed, lifted the quilt, and lay down on it.

Looking intently at the bulge in the quilt, Kristen's facial expression began to soften, and after a while, she let out an angry and funny sneer.

Look at how good she is, she really eats him to death.

…………

First, she was injured on a mission, and then was captured by the Americans. Catherine's body has recovered, but Christine still let her rest at home on the pretense of public service.

On the surface, he was thinking about her, but in reality, he didn't want her to have any chance to meet Xiao Wei.

I have to say that men’s jealousy and pettiness are really scary sometimes.

Even though Catherine and Xiao Wei are colleagues, there is inevitable contact and cooperation at work.

After Christine ordered her not to go to work for the time being, Catherine was happy to spend her days leisurely at home, and the pace of life was infinitely slowed down.

In the morning, she would watch TV and read recipes at home. If Christine didn't go to dinner with her at noon, she would cook something at home to fill her stomach. In the afternoon, she would go to the supermarket to buy groceries and go back to the apartment to cook.

Usually when Kristen comes home from get off work, he can smell the aroma of food filling the apartment. Looking at the figure busy in the kitchen, he quietly leans against the kitchen door frame, and suddenly feels like home.

When she heard the sound of opening the door, she could hear footsteps at the door. Without looking back, Catherine knew that he was looking at her. The burning gaze on her back made her unable to ignore it even if she wanted to.

After frying the last dish and putting it on the plate, she turned back with the dish in hand, smiled faintly, opened her lips, and said silently: "Are you back?"

Kristine stared at her for a long time, then nodded, straightened up and leaned against the door frame and walked towards her, snatching the plate from her hand: "I'll do it."

After a few seconds, he brought five dishes and one soup to the dining table.

After living with him for so long, Catherine has already figured out his taste, and she always chooses what he likes when cooking.

Seeing a table of meat and vegetables, Christine lazily leaned back in her chair, raised the corners of her lips evilly, and looked at her teasingly: "Catherine, in fact, you are not a killer, you have another profession. suits you."

Catherine served him rice and followed his words and asked, "What?"

"Housewife." When she put the rice in front of her, he suddenly took her slender white hand and rubbed it suggestively.

"Pa—" slapped his hand away.

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