Lou Huan returned to the room with a blushing face. Her phone vibrated, which startled her. She felt like she had done something sneaky.

She patted her chest, picked up her phone and saw that it was Zhang Yan, the rich young lady, who was here to take care of her business again.

And she also gave her a favorable feedback on her oil painting.

[Madam, you painted my boyfriend very well, especially that oil painting, which is exactly the same as my boyfriend. The photo I sent you last time was still blurry. I only saw my boyfriend clearly a few days ago.

Look like this, fairy lady!]

Then he transferred 10,000 yuan to her to express his gratitude.

Lou Huan's eyes widened: "!!!"

She really liked the way Zhang Yan, a little rich woman, expressed her gratitude. She was so polite on her mobile phone that she couldn't wait to stop.

Finally, I fell asleep with my phone in my arms, and the sound of silver that I heard in the dormitory during the day seemed to be echoing in my ears.

As for the fact that she almost kissed the ceiling, she had already thrown it out of her mind. How important was the ceiling's money?

Lou Huan had a sweet dream about falling into a pile of money. When she saw Xiao Sheng in the morning, she was no longer as embarrassed as when she ran away last night, because now Xiao Sheng was her cornucopia.

But if you want to draw him, you have to ask for his permission.

Lou Huan sipped the porridge in small sips and glanced across from time to time.

The noble posture of holding a spoon on the ceiling, the elegant way of drinking porridge, coupled with a handsome face that is neither cold nor hot, is a painting.

And it feels slightly homely and warm.

"Have a good time with your porridge." Xiao Sheng noticed her.

"Oh." Lou Huan nodded obediently. After taking two sips, he raised his head and asked him, "Can I draw you?"

Xiao Sheng glanced at her, as if he didn't understand what she meant.

Lou Huan explained, "You are good-looking, and I want to draw you, but I have to ask for your permission first, otherwise I'm afraid that one day you will sue me for infringing on your portrait rights."

Xiao Sheng thought of the picture of himself she drew, and the smile flashed across his eyes, but he said firmly: "It's up to you."

"Thank you!" Lou Huan's eyes were filled with stars.

"My aunt will move here tomorrow." Xiao Sheng casually changed the subject, "I will live there until after the new year. During the time when my aunt moves in, you have to move to the second floor."

"Move to the guest room on the second floor?" Lou Huan has always been very clear about his identity. They have no relationship with the outside world and have no relationship with them internally.

Xiao Sheng looked at her squarely: "Master bedroom."

And there is no guest room upstairs, there are three bedrooms, one is the master bedroom where he lives now, one is the bedroom where his mother used to live, and the other is the nursery where he slept when he was a child.

The guest rooms and study are all on the first floor, and there is an art gallery and lounge below, which can also lead to the side yard.

Yu Yan previously lived in the side courtyard.

Manguiyuan is not the only area Lou Huan visits every day. There are also two small courtyards next to it, but no one has taken Lou Huan to visit them.

He thought that maybe he could wait for his aunt to move in and find someone to take the two of them for a walk.

"Then are you going to sleep in the guest room?" When Lou Huan heard that he was sleeping in the master bedroom, he immediately thought of Master Xiao moving to the guest room.

After all, on the first day she came, Master Xiao said that people in different beds should not share the same bed.

"Wouldn't it be better for you to sleep in the guest room?"

Xiao Sheng was speechless: "..."

"Sleep in the master bedroom together." Xiao Sheng saw Lou Huan opening his mouth as if to say something, so he jumped in and said, "Auntie thinks we are husband and wife, and she likes you very much."

Two simple sentences not only explained the reason, but also blocked Lou Huan's mouth to refute.

Because her aunt liked her very much, she couldn't let her aunt know the truth and be sad.

But Lou Huan felt awkward when she thought of sharing the same bed with Xiao Sheng. She would have been happy before.

After all, Young Master Xiao is handsome and has a good figure, but he is also inhumane. Lying on the bed is like fish lying on her chopping board.

But...she was kissed and bitten last time!

And it seemed like we almost kissed him again last night.

She felt so uncomfortable sleeping in the same bed under such circumstances!

"So are you asking me for help now?" Lou Huan asked him.

Xiao Sheng stared for a moment and said, "So."

"Then you sleep on the floor!" Lou Huan's eyes lit up, "Don't worry, I will give you a thick quilt and cover you with a thick quilt."

Xiao Sheng was shocked.

Why is he going to sleep on the floor?

"Then it's settled, I'm going to school, bye." Lou Huan smiled and waved his little hand and left.

Xiao Sheng sat there holding a porcelain-white spoon, and a few veins appeared on the back of his hand. How did it become fixed?

Who can decide who?!

If you don't learn well at a young age, you will imitate others and take over others' opinions!

…

In the blink of an eye, it was night, Lou Huan was carrying things upstairs, and Xiao Sheng was already sitting on the bedside in his nightgown, holding an iPad in his hand and looking at tomorrow's schedule.

Lou Huan wiped his sweat and asked him angrily: "Didn't I agree that you would sleep on the floor?"

"Did I promise you?" Xiao Sheng said without raising his head.

I agreed but didn’t agree, but, “You didn’t refute it either.”

"Does it mean you agree if you don't refute? This is my bedroom." Xiao Sheng said calmly, still not raising his head to look at her, as if it was impossible for him to sleep on the floor.

Lou Huan was sulking and said nothing.

The crystal light above his head hit Xiao Sheng's face, and he slowly raised his head. Perhaps because of the soft light, Xiao Sheng's eyes did not look as cold as during the day.

"how?"

"How can I, a girl, sleep on the floor? And my menstrual period is coming soon." Lou Huan's voice sounded aggrieved, "The floor is hard, and the quilt won't be soft."

"I didn't let you sleep on the floor."

"Then let's sleep in the same bed?" Lou Huan hugged himself, "I haven't even taken advantage of you yet, and you're thinking of taking advantage of me first!"

"..." Ganqing has been trying to take advantage of him but hasn't taken advantage yet?

The corners of Xiao Sheng's lips raised slightly, "Now I give you a chance to take advantage of me."

"Who wants to take advantage of you!" Lou Huan's raised voice sounded a bit angry, and Lou Huan's eyes flickered as he said, "I don't want to take advantage of you now."

Xiao Sheng asked with a half-smile, "Really?"

"Yes." Lou Huan glared at him fiercely, "You talk a lot now, but you used to cherish your words like gold."

"Really?" Xiao Sheng's body was slightly stunned, and his soft murmur was more like asking himself. He also felt that he had talked more.

"I learn it from you."

"?" Lou Huan pointed back at himself, "What does it have to do with me?"

Xiao Sheng said calmly: "The one who is close to vermillion is red, and the one who is close to ink is black."

Lou Huan stopped talking again and walked away with a "hum". If Young Master Xiao is not irritating, it would be good to talk more.

This saves you from spending the whole day like a boring gourd frozen in the snow.

After sweating a little while moving things, Lou Huan took her pajamas to the bathroom and locked the door on purpose.

Xiao Sheng turned his head and looked towards the bathroom. The glass door was already covered with a layer of white mist, and the sound of rushing water could be heard.

The sound of water stopped, Lou Huan sat in the bathtub and let out a comfortable sigh.

When she was waiting for Young Master Xiao to take a bath, she fell in love with this bathtub. It was really comfortable to sit in it and take a bath.

Xiao Sheng withdrew his gaze and glanced at the things Lou Huan had brought up.

Standing next to the wall was a large pink suitcase and a large cardboard box, with a blindly rolled quilt on top of the box.

Then, there is an easel on the balcony, next to it are paints and brushes.

Gone.

This is all her luggage.

It's like a sojourner. Whenever he wants to leave, he can just drag a suitcase with him.

Xiao Sheng frowned slightly, he didn't like this feeling.

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