Bai Shuang only realized what she had just said after taking Nuonuo out. She really wanted to bite her tongue off. What happened tonight? She had been acting stupidly. Instead of discussing the child's education with Du Qianli,
Just letting him take a shower in her room, she was really out of her mind.
But the words had been spoken, and she could no longer go in and drive people away. She could only put her son in pajamas and then go find a change of clothes for Du Qianli.
Fortunately, her father had left clothes here before, and she found a pair of pajamas to wear. Otherwise, Du Qianli would have to be naked first and wait for the clothes to be washed and dried, which would be really embarrassing.
Knock knock knock!
Bai Shuang came back with her pajamas, knocked on the bathroom door, and said, "I found my dad's pajamas for you. You can wear them first, and I'll leave them outside."
"Yeah." Du Qianli's voice reached his ears along with the sound of rushing water.
Bai Shuang couldn't help imagining him taking a bath in her mind. They used to take a bath together, but they always became rude after taking a bath, which made her no longer take a bath with him.
That X-level hot scene made her cheeks turn red. She shook her head hurriedly, put her clothes on the sink outside and ran back to the bedroom.
"Mom, why is your face so red?" Nono was sitting on the bed, holding his trophy and admiring it.
Bai Shuang felt very guilty. She touched her cheek and said, "Mom is a little hot. Go to sleep."
"I'm going to wait for my father to come out and tell me a story. Mom, please take a look at my trophy. Can I put it in the room?" Nono gestured and didn't know where to put it.
Of course Bai Shuang was free to deal with this trivial matter, so he pointed to the bedside table and said, "Just put it on the bedside table. You can see it every day."
"Okay, okay." Nono nodded like garlic and put the trophy on the bedside table, carefully placing it upright.
She could still hear the sound of water rushing in the bathroom. Bai Shuang felt that her face was getting hotter and her breathing was a little unsmooth. She grabbed her pajamas and ran to the guest room as if running for her life, planning to take a bath to calm down.
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So Du Qianli didn't see Bai Shuang when he came out, only Nono was lying on the bed obediently waiting for him.
"Where is your mother?" Du Qianli asked his son.
Nuonuo answered seriously: "Mom said it was too hot in the house, so she went to the guest room to take a shower. Mom's face was so red, like a red light."
Du Qianli didn't think much about it at first, but suddenly he thought about why Bai Shuang was blushing. The corners of his lips couldn't help but curl up, as warm as ice melting, like plum blossoms blooming in the winter snow, rare and stunning.
, It’s a pity that only Nono can see this smile now.
"Dad, dad, tell me a story." Nono patted the place next to him and shouted.
Du Qianli used to coax Nono to sleep when he came home early. He was familiar with telling stories to his son. He nodded and sat on the bed and asked, "What do you want to hear?"
"There is a storybook in the drawer, the first one." Nono pointed to the bedside table.
Du Qianli opened the drawer and saw a lot of storybooks. Surprisingly, they were not fairy tales, but some science fiction stories. Although they seemed childish to him, they were enough to enlighten Nono.
He took out the first book, which had a bookmark in it. He opened it directly to the bookmark and began to tell his son stories about the Milky Way.
When Nuonuo listened to the story, he had many questions. One asked how big the Milky Way was, and the other asked if he could go there when he grew up. Du Qianli answered him patiently.
When Bai Shuang came back from the bath, Nono was almost asleep. She went to the bathroom quietly to pick up Du Qianli's dirty clothes and went out again.
Du Qianli waited until Nono fell into a deep sleep before closing the storybook and went out quietly.
When I went downstairs, I saw Bai Shuang. She was sitting in the living room, her hair was wet and she didn't dry it. The TV was on, the sound was very low, and her mind was obviously not on the TV.
Du Qianli turned a corner and went to the bathroom, found a hair dryer from the cabinet and took it over: "Blow dry your hair."
Bai Shuang groaned, not daring to look directly at him. She lowered her eyes and took the hair dryer, but did not blow it, but put it aside: "I will blow it later."
Still the same problem.
Du Qianli's face darkened. Even though he was a mother, he still didn't get rid of his dislike of blow-drying his hair.
Bai Shuang used to be like this. He didn't have time to wash his hair during the day, and he didn't blow dry it after washing it at night. He liked to wrap it in an absorbent towel until it was dry enough to go to bed, and then go to sleep directly.
Even though I am a doctor, I just can't get rid of this little problem.
He used to give her blowjobs, but since he wasn't with her in the past few years, he thought she had learned to behave herself, but she didn't expect that she was still so bad.
Du Qianli didn't say anything else. He picked up the hair dryer again, plugged it in, and turned on the switch.
Bai Shuang was so familiar with this kind of action that her heart beat rapidly. She was about to refuse him blow-drying her hair, but he had already started blow-drying her hair. When his hand touched her hair, everything clicked.
in the throat.
She couldn't refuse this kind of tenderness at all. It was like this before and it is like this now. All the unfeeling words were only meant for others. Only she knew that they were all self-deception.
The long-lost tenderness corroded her disguise. She slowly took off her armor and leaned slowly on the back of the sofa, enjoying the gentleness of his fingertips stroking her scalp.
Memories would always pour in at this time. Her eyes were looking at the TV, but what was playing in her mind were frames of sweet scenes, all of them, bit by bit, of her and him.
Bai Shuang suddenly felt that his eyes were a little astringent and his heart was a little bitter. The most terrifying thing between the two of them was that there were only memories left. Those bits and pieces of memories, every frame was filled with sweetness and the smell of blood, like a handful of memories.
The scimitar will cut out her heart.
Two people with only memories and no future...
Bai Shuang closed her eyes. She didn't dare to open them again for fear of tears falling and Du Qianli seeing her weakness.
He had not avenged his revenge, and she could do nothing. The only thing she could do was to take care of herself and Nono so that he would have no worries.
The sound of the hair dryer is very quiet, the wind is very gentle, and the white frost it blows is very comfortable. People tend to feel sleepy as soon as they slowly relax. In addition, I also exercised for a while at night, and I fell asleep soon after.
Du Qianli turned off the hair dryer and gently combed her hair with his fingers. Her hair was not as long as before. Maybe it was due to work. It was cut much shorter and looked much more mature.
Since their reunion, this was the first time he had the opportunity to gaze at her openly, taking in all the differences and changes in her over the past few years, and imagining her life over the past few years.
Shuang'er, if I still have a chance, I hope I can blow dry your hair for the rest of my life.
Du Qianli couldn't restrain the greed in his heart, bent down and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.