Li Ying glanced at the bed and remembered the story of the fire on this bed last time. She rolled her eyes at Lan Jingyu and said, "I'll go to the guest room next door to wash it."
Lan Jingyu smiled, "You're not old, but you think a lot."
Li Ying sat down by the bed and said, "That's because of your previous bad record."
"OK--"
The man opened the bathroom door and said, "I'll leave this place for you, I'll go next door."
"ah?"
"The next door hasn't been cleaned for a while and it's not clean," he said.
Li Ying said "Oh" and looked at him going out, "Hey, I don't know what clothes to get you."
"Imagine it yourself."
Li Ying: "..."
The door to the room was ajar, and the door next door was opened.
Li Ying took a look, then retracted to open the closet, and scanned it up and down. They were all the clothes he usually wears. There was a row of shirts hanging on them, mainly white, followed by black.
Li Ying thought about the few times Lan Jingyu wore a black shirt and felt it was very different. Instead of wearing a white shirt, she took a black one.
After I got it, I thought about it and thought I should get him pajamas.
Scratching your head.
How can I sleep later?
She thought a lot, put the shirt back, and got him a blue silk nightgown.
I lowered my head and scanned the drawers, wondering what was inside.
She coughed lightly, lowered her head and knelt down, opening the drawer.
He quickly pulled out one and wrapped it in his nightgown.
There were also towels, and I got two for him.
Walking to the next door, she heard the sound of running water from the bathroom, and she took a look.
Saw nothing.
The separation of dry and wet is too ruthless.
"Hey, I've got it for you."
"Nothing less, right?" the person inside laughed.
Li Ying clasped her hands behind her back and said, "If it's not enough, just come out naked."
"Then I will..."
"Roll, roll, roll."
A man's low laughter came from inside, and he continued: "I suggest you go wash it now. When I finish washing it, I won't wait outside like a gentleman."
Li Ying made a face at the frosted door, "I'll lock the door!"
"I have the key." The thief confessed frankly.
Li Ying rolled her eyes, thought for a moment, and quickly slipped back to the next door to take a shower.
Bathrooms, cloakrooms, and wardrobes are all private areas with a strong personal touch.
Li Ying rummaged around in the closet for a while before carrying a particularly long coral velvet nightgown into the bathroom.
There were men's products everywhere inside, but she didn't dare to look through them for fear of finding something impure.
She was soberly undressing and taking off her clothes in the private area of the opposite sex. She couldn't let go, so she peeked her head in several times.
"Lan Jingyu?"
No response.
Safety.
Pour water and take a bath.
…
When Lan Jingyu finished washing and went to the next door, the door of the room was indeed locked.
He smiled and could imagine the chaos inside.
I went downstairs and made a pot of ginger tea.
He specially opened the fireplace, taking advantage of the heavy snow outside to lower the branches, and the small sound in the fire was soothing.
I took a look at the phone date and added an asterisk mark.
Just as I finished, I heard footsteps on the stairs.
"Lan Jingyu, my slippers are wet."
The girl wore a large bathrobe and walked down barefoot. Her shoulder-length hair was loose and the tips of her hair were slightly damp.
A small face was flushed with depression, with red lips and white teeth. He opened his mouth half-open, exhaled slightly, and complained to him, "The isolation strip at the door of your room is too high. When I walked out, I bumped my toe and it hurts."
Lan Jingyu walked up to her and picked her up without saying a word, "I'll find someone to take it apart tomorrow."