"Who wants to die? There are only two of us in this room. You don't have to think about it to know it's me..." Luo Jia huddled on the sofa and yelled at him rudely, "I just want to drink hot water."
, you are a man, of course you won’t understand, do you know how uncomfortable menstrual cramps are? You..."
Due to her stomachache and being frightened by him just now, Luo Jia was naturally not in a good mood at the moment. She was violently beaten by him again and her hair suddenly exploded.
"Don't you know how to turn on the light?" Zitu asked.
Luo Jia pursed her lips in grievance, "Aren't I afraid of disturbing you?"
Looking at her knitted little eyebrows and her big eyes filled with grievances, Zitu gritted his teeth and said nothing.
Turning around and walking away, he took a kettle and filled it with water, then sat down, packed up all the shoes that he had thrown away, and brought them to her.
"Thank you!" Luo Jia stretched her legs and put on her shoes and looked at her disciple standing in front of her. "Just now, I'm sorry for... I... I didn't mean to lose my temper with you."
The disciple raised his eyebrows and asked, "Can you leave?"
Luo Jia was startled for a moment, then realized that she was still occupying his sofa, and hurriedly picked up the water glass and stood up.
Raising his hand to unfold the blanket on the sofa, he noticed the blood stains on it and turned his face in confusion.
"stop!"
Luo Jia stopped and looked at him puzzled, "What's wrong?"
The disciple didn't say anything, he just stepped forward and looked at her carefully.
She was clearly not hurt just now, so why was there blood?
His eyes finally fell on her pants, and his eyebrows suddenly tightened.
"Damn it!"
Luo Jia really couldn't figure out how she could offend this old man, "I...what happened to me?!"
"The pants are dirty!" Zitu gritted his teeth and squeezed out four words.
Pants?!
Luo Jia was stunned and subconsciously reached out to touch her pants. When she touched the blood on them, her face turned red.
With a scream, she picked up the clothes she bought and rushed into the bathroom as if she was running away.
After locking the door, she raised her hand to unbutton her pants. When she raised her face, she saw her disciple standing outside the glass window and was busy pulling off her shirt again.
With such a transparent bathroom, how could she...how could she take a shower and change clothes!
If I had known earlier, I would have asked him to change rooms.
Feeling regretful and almost vomiting blood, Luo Jia opened the door with a red face.
"Then...that, you...can you avoid it?"
The disciple turned and looked over.
Luo Jia lowered her face and whispered to please, "Please... you... you are here, I... can't take a bath."
Glancing at her sideways, Zitu raised his eyebrows slightly, "Where do you want me to go?"
His clothes were taken to the housekeeping department for cleaning, and now he only had a bathrobe. Did this little guy want her to walk around in the corridor wearing this?
Luo Jia looked at the bathrobe on his body, "You... you can always go to the terrace, right?"
The disciple turned around and walked onto the terrace.
Luo Jia then returned to the bathroom, turned off the lights inside, quickly took off her clothes, washed herself as quickly as possible, and put on clean underwear.
Looking at the empty big paper bag, she felt like crying.
The soiled clothes had been thrown away in the mall bathroom. She only had this set of clothes now and had no need to change them.
Luo Jia, you idiot, why didn’t you buy two more sets of clothes?!
Fortunately, there was a bathrobe hanging in the bathroom. She quickly pulled the bathrobe over her body and carefully wrapped it tightly around herself.
Putting the clothes she had changed into a paper bag, she walked out again, immediately pressed the hotel's internal line, called the waiter, and handed the dirty clothes to the waiter for cleaning.