Chapter 165


    X hurried inside, with Stanley following close behind her.


    Upon entering, she changed into a pair of slippers before looking at him and asking, “Do you have a


    large luggage bag?”


    “Yeah, it’s in the bedroom,” he replied, pointing to the bedroom.


    “Can I go in?”


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    “Yeah.”


    X immediately entered his bedroom. Entering after her, Stanley opened the closet and pulled out


    a huge ck luggage bag from the bottom,ying it open on the floor. There were hardly any


    clothes in his closet. They consisted of basic colours—ck, white, grey, and dark blue.


    “Will you be taking all these with you?” asked X.


    “You decide.”


    Hearing this, X took out all the clothes from his closet and ced them on his bed. She started


    concentrating on folding them one by one, putting them into the luggage bag. When she was done,


    the bag was now almost filled to the brim.


    X let out a long sigh of relief, pulling the luggage bag to the wall. “You can pack up your personal


    items on your own.”


    Those tiny items could be moved with one hand, requiring barely any physical exertion. Moreover, it


    would be awkward for her to touch something so personal.


    “Okay. Do you want a drink to take a breather?” asked Stanley. His tone was casual, showing no


    expression on his face.


    The moment he asked, X suddenly felt a little parched. “Sure. I’ll just have a ss of water.”


    “I’ll have to boil it now.”


    “Forget it then. Bottled water is fine too.”


    “It’s cold.”


    “That’s fine.”


    “That won’t do.”


    Being simply overbearing, Stanley walked into the kitchen, poured the bottled water into the kettle,


    and switched it on.


    X followed him into the kitchen. “It’s okay. It’s sote now, there’s no need for the trouble.”


    “I told you before that you have to be careful since you have a cold body constitution,” replied


    Stanley.


    X felt a surge of warmth in her heart. “Having cold stuff once in a while is fine.”


    He gave no answer, but stood quietly in front of the kettle, waiting for it to boil.


    “I’ll wait for you outside. I remember that you have lemon in your refrigerator. Since you’re boiling


    water, make me a honey lemon drink.”


    She ordered him around like it was the most natural thing to do.


    Stanley turned to look at her. “There’s no honey.”


    “Then, use sugar.”


    She strode over to the sofa in the living room and sat down, waiting for her honey lemon drink.


    Several minutester, Stanley brought over a piping hot ss of lemon water and ced it down


    before her.


    He had used a transparent milk ss and two pieces of lemon could clearly be seen inside. The


    faint scent of lemon lingered at the tip of X’s nose, calming her senses. Bringing out another


    simr lemon drink, Stanley sat down beside her.


    After carefully blowing on the drink to cool it, X took a small sip. It had a nice taste but the


    sweetness wascking.


    “How does it taste?” he asked.


    “It needs a little more sugar,” she said.


    Stanley got up immediately and brought out a seasoning container from the kitchen. He took out a


    spoonful of sugar and put it into X’s lemon drink.


    “Wait a minute, isn’t this salt?” she asked. Back when she had cooked for him, she had taken the


    salt from that container. She pointed to a different container. “That’s the sugar.”


    “They’re both sugar,” said Stanley.


    X was bbergasted. Had she really put sugar into the dishes she made that day?