After washing the dishes, Song Li carried the tools into Bai Cha's bedroom.
Just as he was about to go to the bathroom, the girl sitting in front of the desk suddenly waved to him.
Pretending not to notice, Song Li continued walking towards the bathroom.
"Song Li!" The girl's voice came from behind.
Knowing that he couldn't hide, he put down his tools and walked up to Bai Cha:
"What are your instructions, Miss?"
Bai Cha has already taken a shower, her semi-wet hair is spread behind her back, she is wearing a bean paste pink suspender pajamas, and there is a pile of papers and textbooks spread out on the table.
As soon as she finished speaking, the expensive pen in her hand suddenly flew towards her.
Song Li subconsciously reached out to catch it.
The heavy pen still retains the warmth of the girl's palm.
She leaned lazily on the chair and looked at him proudly: "If you make the paper, you won't have to clean the bathtub."
Song Li frowned, and for the first time his expressionless face showed disapproval.
He put the pen back on the white tea table: "Learning is for yourself. Miss is deceiving herself by doing this..."
Bai Cha covered his ears, looking like he was "not listening, I'm just a bastard chanting sutras".
Realizing that he had talked too much, Song Li closed his mouth again and became silent.
Bai Cha pulled him and forced him into the position she had just done.
Su put her hands on his shoulders, and at the same time her delicate body pressed against his back,
The steamy hair slides from the collar to the collarbone, and there is a light scent of camellia in the nose, which is refreshing.
At the same time, the other hand casually pulled up the books spread out on the table: "This, this, and this, all are written."
"If you don't know, just look up the information. The computer password is my birthday. You can use all the reference books at will."
"There's just one thing, don't make any mistakes. When I copied it, I found a mistake. From now on, the plate at home belongs to you."
After saying that, the girl stood up straight and slowly put her hair back behind her ears.
Song Li looked at these highly professional books with enthusiasm bursting out of his eyes.
He lowered his head to prevent his ambitious eyes from being exposed: "I will try my best to do a good job."
"Then just write. If you can't finish it, just stay in my room!"
What Bai Cha said was a sign of pride, and then he lay down on the bed and began to watch TV series while humming a little tune.
Little System's two little hands grasped the edge of the tablet, and his two little eyes looked at Bai Cha eagerly: [Host, didn't you write those papers for him this afternoon? 】
"Yeah, what's the problem?" Bai Cha shook her long white legs.
[The host wants to be nice to him, why not tell him directly? 】
Bai Cha chuckled: "Let me ask you, if a person who used to treat you very badly suddenly treats you very well, what is your first reaction?"
Little System frowned: [He wants to plot against me!]
"You can think of it, not to mention the deep-minded Song Li. He will only think more and be more wary of me."
We can't treat people like Song Li openly.
…
After writing the last question on the paper, the young man reluctantly put down his pen.
I glanced at the time on the alarm clock on the table, it was eleven forty-five.
When I looked up, the first thing I saw was the girl lying on the bed sleeping. The iPad in front of her was still playing the palace battle drama.
Silently arranging the books and papers on the table, he slowly stood up.
After nearly five hours of intense study, Song Li didn't feel tired at all. On the contrary, he felt extremely happy.
In the past two years in the Bai family, he has been studying secretly.
He had learned the basic knowledge last year, but he had no way to access more advanced knowledge.
But today, Baicha gave him this opportunity...
He walked straight past the white tea bed, and the moment his fingers grasped the doorknob, he turned back again.
He turned off the iPad in front of her, pulled the quilt over the girl's body, turned off the lights in the room one by one, and then walked out of Bai Cha's room in the dark.
What the boy didn't know was that after the door was closed, the girl on the bed turned over leisurely, the corners of her lips rising silently.
Returning to the cramped room, the boy took off his clothes, opened the desk drawer, removed the books, and found a pill bottle without any label lying quietly inside.
…
The next day.
It's rare to get up early for white tea.
Standing on the balcony, you can breathe fresh air.
As soon as she lowered her head, she saw the young man who was helping the gardener water the roses.
Placing his arms on the railing, Bai Cha called downstairs: "Song Li."
The young man raised his head when he heard the sound, and the girl's face like the scorching sun came into view.
"Cut a bouquet of roses with your own hands and send them to my room!"
After saying that, the girl turned around and returned to the room without giving him any chance to refuse.
The uncle gardener pulled on his straw hat and said, "Go and cut it over there. The roses over there are blooming just right."
"Song Li, it's not me who said that, apart from her bad temper, our eldest lady is very good to you. Why don't you understand?"
Song Li returned the water pipe in his hand to the uncle: "Aunt Li in the kitchen is also good, why doesn't uncle consider it?"
The uncle gardener was speechless for a moment.
After cutting the roses and removing the thorns from the stems, he carried the roses into the house.
As soon as he entered the door, Song Li saw Bai Ying sitting in the living room.
"What a beautiful rose."
Bai Ying stood up and walked towards Song Li.
Song Li was forced to stop and did not speak.
Bai Ying didn't mind and continued talking to herself:
"I didn't even know the roses in the garden were blooming so beautifully."
"Did Brother Song Li cut it specially for me? I really like it so much. Thank you, Brother Song Li."
As she said that, she reached out to pick up the rose held by Song Li.
Song Li took a step back, not letting Bai Ying touch the rose in his arms:
"The second lady misunderstood, this is the eldest lady's rose."
Bai Cha blinked his big innocent eyes: "Ah...is your sister asking for it?"
"Isn't my sister's favorite camellia the most? How come she suddenly likes roses?"
Song Li only pretended not to understand the meaning of her words:
"The second lady didn't have any instructions, so I went upstairs first. The eldest lady is still waiting for me."
The smile on Bai Ying's face was soft and harmless, but she didn't give way to him:
"Brother Song Li, don't be so anxious. Sister is not that stingy and won't get angry over such trivial matters."
As she spoke, she approached Song Li again and looked at the roses in his arms lustfully:
"I like this bouquet of roses so much. Brother Song Li, can you give me this bouquet of roses?"
"My sister doesn't like roses anyway, I'm sure she won't mind."
After speaking, she looked at Song Li expectantly.