Even when he was asleep and dreamed of Fang Yiren, he discovered the secret of handmade soap and shouted at the scene that was unfavorable to the child.
Every time I wake up, my face is pale and cold sweat is covered in cold sweat.
No matter how much Shangguan Rui comforted him, he couldn't sleep well.
At 5:30 in the morning, Sikong Lingge could no longer fall asleep.[
Turn over and check the completion of the handmade soap.
When I opened the mold, the handmade soap that originally took twenty-four hours to solidify was solidified after Sikong Lingge adjusted the temperature, it took less than twelve hours to solidify.
Sikong Lingge carefully took it out and cut it open, corrected the appearance, and wrapped it with plastic wrap one by one.
It was not yet dawn, it was gray.
But Sikong Lingge could no longer wait, so he couldn't wait and took the handmade soap to find Shangguan Zhixing.
The corridor is empty and very quiet.
Sikong Lingge looked left and right, and confirmed that there was no one. He quietly went out with his handmade soap in his arms...
Shangguan Zhixing's room was counted on the stairs, and it was very close and you could reach it in a few steps.
The first one lives in Fang Yiren.
Sikong Lingge took off his home shoes and walked barefoot in the corridor, which made him feel less sound.
Every cell in the body is tightly tense and is in a state of alert.
He came to Shangguan Zhixing's door safely.
It is too quiet at night, and a little bit of sound will be infinitely amplified.
Sikong Lingge didn't dare to knock too hard on the door, but just knocked lightly.
Don’t know if Zhixing will be waiting for you?
It should be, Sikong Lingge thought.
Otherwise, knowledge and action would not take too much effort, and go around such a big circle to remind the housekeeper.
Sikong listened to the song and let his breath go, waiting anxiously.
Ten seconds later, the sound of unlocking came.[
Sikong Lingge's eyes lit up, looking forward to it.
The door opens with a very light force.
"Know"
The ending sound suddenly swayed.
Sikong Lingge widened his eyes and his face turned pale in an instant.
Fang Yiren!
Why was she in the room of Zhixing?
Fang Yiren pulled her lower lip sarcastically, with a proud expression as if saying, "Sikong Lingge, do you really think, I don't know your scheming?"
"Sister Lingge is so early, is there anything wrong?" Fang Yiren's voice was soft, but her expression was so sinister.
Sikong Lingge's blood was cold all over his body, and he was in a daze, and his mind was instantly blank...
After a long time, I came to my senses and my voice was dry, "I... come and give something to Zhixing."
Fang Yiren glanced at her, reached out and picked up a piece of handmade soap, and looked at her with disgust.
On his lips, he said something completely inconsistent with his expression, "I have never seen it before. It's better-looking handmade soap. Sister Lingge's hands are so clever."
"...Thank you." Sikong Lingge spoke dryly.
Apart from these two words, she had no idea what else she could say to Fang Yiren.
"It's really beautiful. Can you give me a few pieces?" Fang Yiren exclaimed in distractingly, holding the handmade soap in his hand, looking and studying it over and over again.
Sikong Lingge clenched his fists nervously, afraid that Fang Yiren would see something.
There seemed to be no expression on her face, and her back had been wet and covered in cold sweat!
Fortunately, the light in the corridor was a little dim, and the words she carved on the blanket were very small. Fang Yiren studied it for a long time but found nothing.
Sikong Lingge couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Fang Yiren noticed her expression, smiled coldly, and walked towards a bright spot with handmade soap.