A few black lines rippled between his eyebrows, and Zhuye Tong was easily aroused by him again, "If you wear black, you'll be called Xiaohei. Then, if you keep changing your colorful clothes all day long, can I call you Xiaohua?"
Xiaohua? Well, it is indeed a bit embarrassing, Yan Rongcancan said, "Forget it, I will call you Xiaotong from now on, because in front of me, you always show a pair of bright star eyes that can only be seen in winter."
If this person is given some sunshine, he will shine; if he is given some warmth, he will sprout.
Zhuye Tong's pretty face tightened, and she was about to scold him a few words, but suddenly she remembered the farewell that would come early tomorrow morning, and she couldn't bear to quarrel with him anymore.
She said in a warm voice that was extremely rare, "Look at your haggard appearance, it's all because of me. Why don't you get another empty room tonight and have a good rest. Anyway, I can already take care of myself, so you don't have to work so hard."
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Yan Rong lowered his head to look at the dirty and greasy clothes, covering up the surprise that flashed in his eyes. He raised his head again, with a habitual smile still hanging on his lips, "It stinks a bit, so tonight I will listen to Xiao
As for Sister Tong, find a room to take a shower and change into clean clothes, so as not to upset you."