After making sure that she could get the washed clothes tomorrow morning, Luo Jia breathed a sigh of relief and walked onto the terrace with her arms crossed.
"Well...you...you can go back to sleep."
After informing her disciple, she returned to the bathroom and took the hair dryer to dry her hair.
The disciple walked back to the room, closed the balcony door tightly, and sat down on the sofa.
She was right in front of him, with a bath towel wrapped around her body and a belt that tightened her slender waist.
Because of the action of blow-drying her hair, the towel was pulled up, exposing her two straight and slender calves.
Looking at Luo Jia in front of him...he unconsciously began to imagine her body under the towel...
Damn it!
What was he thinking about?
Zi Tu forced himself to look away and was about to lie back on the sofa and continue sleeping when the water in the kettle on the table boiled and bubbles appeared.
Luo Jia hurriedly put down the hair dryer in her hand, hurried over and turned off the power.
Glancing around, she noticed the cup on the coffee table, turned around and walked over.
Seeing her disciple on the sofa, she pointed to the cup in explanation, "I... take the cup."
Then she bent down.
The long hair draped over her shoulders slid down like a waterfall. The disciple's eyes fell on her chest unconsciously. He looked through her loose collar because she bent over, and his sharp eyes saw it without any effort.
The spring light on her chest.
There was a buzz in his head, and the strings in his body that had just relaxed suddenly tightened.
Luo Jia raised her face and met his complicated eyes.
"You..." She looked at him with some confusion, "Do you want to drink too?"
Staring at her angrily, the disciple turned around, turned his face to the back of the sofa, and pulled the blanket over himself.
His fingers touched the blood stains she left on the blanket. He was so angry that he almost exploded. He sat up straight, threw the blanket in his hand on the carpet, got up and walked into the bathroom.
Looking at the blanket he threw on the ground, Luo Jia understood. Her face that had just calmed down instantly turned red again, and she hurriedly put away the blanket.
He ran over to the side of the bed, took his quilt and carried it over to his disciple who had washed his hands and sat on the sofa.
"This... I'll cover it for you."
The little girl has long, semi-dry hair and a very rosy face.
Because of shyness, she bit her lip slightly and drooped her long eyelashes, not daring to look at him.
Little did she know that the way she looked now was almost driving the man in front of her crazy.
"Get back in bed | Get up!"
The disciple shouted angrily.
She obviously meant well, but he still yelled at her. Luo Jia raised her face, her big eyes met his, "You...why are you so unreasonable..."
Zitu raised his right arm and pointed at her face, "I'm warning you, don't let me see your face again tonight, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences!"
Luo Jia gritted her teeth, turned around, walked back to the bed, and threw the quilt onto the bed.
Hum, if you don’t cover it, you deserve to catch a cold!
Climbing back into bed, she pulled the quilt to cover herself and rubbed her still sore belly. Then she remembered that she didn't take the water glass.
Turning around, Luo Jia looked at Zitu, who was lying back on the sofa. Luo Jia then looked at the cup on the coffee table, only to frown.
What should I do? If I don’t drink some hot water, she will be in pain to death!
This guy is too domineering, I really want to slap him to death!
Luo Jia punched the pillow in her arms angrily.
Looking at the soft pillow in her arms, she suddenly had an idea.
Sliding out of bed again, she raised her hand and put the pillow on her shoulders, carefully walked out with her face hidden, and quietly touched the water glass on the coffee table.
Humph, he just said that he was not allowed to see her face, now it’s okay to cover her face, right?!