I was squatting aside and sorting out several large boxes that Yin Yijie had brought back. It was half past eleven, and there was still no movement in Yin Yijie's bedroom. I poked my head around several times, from waiting for him to have breakfast until now, and I was really worried about whether he would have lunch.
Comfort kept trying to persuade me, but I just didn’t want to eat it without seeing him. I took the kettle to the balcony to water it.
Hehe, what's more embarrassing is that I have been studying for so long. Although I have a general idea, I still water too much occasionally and leak. But I insist that practice makes perfect, and I have to continue until I completely master it. So I thought of a way,
Some flowers should be watered on the balcony as much as possible. There is a flower stand there and there is a sink underneath, where you can pass warm water to grow special flowers. Anyway, I can experiment as I please.
I poured water lazily, almost watering the Dripping Guanyin twice. I looked at Yin Yijie's bedroom, but there was still no movement.
Seeing that Comfortable was busy going in and out, my mind wasn't on housework today, I was just thinking about my guardian. It's okay if I overslept, but I don't think I'm exhausted or sick.[
Thinking that he might be sick, I rushed to his bedroom and quietly opened the door.
Thinking of my bedroom door opening automatically last night, I stopped, looked at the door frame, and smiled secretly.
As I said, it's not an automatic door. How could it open by itself? It's obvious that there was something there at that time.
I suddenly felt that maybe at that time, I had already guessed who the person was who opened the door, so I didn't feel extra nervous or afraid. Unexpectedly, gradually, I got used to the way he opened the door.
After hesitating for a while, I gently opened the door and decided to go in and see him.
Yin Yijie's sleeping posture is very consistent with his usual style: neatly laid out, sleeping in a bow shape, hair not messed up, clean corners of his eyes, and no marks on the corners of his lips. Due to a good rest, although the light in the bedroom is relatively dark, his face is still much brighter, and the gray under his eyes is
The traces have faded away. The thick eyelashes are like a quilt, and the bright eyes are sleeping soundly underneath.
I stood in front of him, admired it for a while, and was extremely impressed: This kind of evildoer is so affectionate, he really wants to harm many unscrupulous women. If he is willing, there are probably many women from good families who would be willing to be harmed by him.