523. Chapter 523 The whereabouts of that person [9]
Fairy?
Is there such a fairy?
She looked like a beggar in the mirror.
Turning around and taking the clothes Jiao Yang had prepared for her from the bedside, she walked into the bathroom again, locked the door, took off her dirty clothes and prepared to take a bath.
I turned on the faucet to test the water temperature. The wound on my right forearm was severe, and the hot water flowed through it, causing a sharp and stinging pain.
She subconsciously retracted her arm to check the wound on her arm. Her eyes touched the faint scar on the little finger of her right hand, and she couldn't help but think of that person again.
Thinking of the scene when she injured her finger, he rushed into the bathroom and wrapped her hand in plastic wrap into a rice dumpling.
There will never be a time like that again.
Even if she was seriously injured, that person would never rush forward and wrap up the wound bit by bit for her. He would never announce to her domineeringly that if the wound was stained with a little water, it would make her look better.
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All these things will never happen again...
Her heart throbbed with pain, as if something was about to be torn apart.
Squatting down, Luo Xiaoqian began to cry silently.
It wasn't until she heard footsteps outside that she stood up again, raised the back of her hand and wiped her face.
"Xiao Qian?"
Jiao Yang opened the door of the guest room and came in. He didn't see her and immediately called her name worriedly.
"I...I'm taking a shower. I'll be down in a while."
Her voice came from the bathroom.
Hearing the rich nasal sound in her voice, Jiao Yang sighed silently, and then said in a brisk tone, "Two options, braised pork ribs, and tomato and egg noodles, which one do you want to choose?"
"I'll just do whatever I want."
"Okay then." Jiao Yang stared at the bathroom door for a moment, then turned and walked towards the door, "Don't make me wait too long. If you haven't come downstairs before I finish cooking the noodles, I will break into the bathroom and arrest you."
Yo!"
"good!"
Luo Xiaoqian agreed softly and stepped under the shower. The hot water flowing over the wound hurt, but it couldn't compare to the pain in her heart.
She quickly washed herself and put on the women's clothes that Jiao Yang prepared for her. As soon as she opened the door, she heard a loud bang from downstairs.
Startled, Luo Xiaoqian quickly ran downstairs.
When she came downstairs, she saw no one in the living room. She noticed a light coming from a room. She walked over quickly and saw Jiao Yang squatting on the ground, picking up broken eggshells in front of him. His head and body were everywhere.
The kitchen was not spared from the fragments of white or yellow eggs. The pot tilted onto the stove and the lid rolled out of the kitchen door. It looked like it had been through a war.
Walking over to pick up the pot lid on the ground, Luo Xiaoqian looked at Jiao Yang worriedly.
"You're not hurt?"
Jiao Yang hurriedly raised his hand to stop her, "You don't have to come in, I can just clean up myself."
Walking into the kitchen and putting the pot lid on the stove, Luo Xiaoqian took the paper towel and bent down, cleaning up the messy floor with him, "What's going on?"
Jiao Yang raised his face and made a face at her, "I guess I'm the first one who can boil eggs into bombs, right?"
Luo Xiaoqian was speechless and threw the eggs in her hands into the trash can. She looked up and saw the egg shells hanging in his hair. She raised her hands to hold his shoulders.
"Don't move." She carefully removed the eggshell from his head and retracted her fingers. "You go take a shower. I'll clean up here."
"My scalp feels so itchy, please help me see if there are any egg skins left?"
Jiao Yang sniffed gently. Her hair had not yet been dried and was hanging wetly on his face. The faint fragrance of her hair was on the tip of his nose. It was rare to be so close to her. He didn't want everything to end so soon.
