"What do you call it?!" His tone was soft and slow, but there seemed to be a hint of danger.
"Rong...Rong Xiaochi..." Her voice softened with no ambition.
"If you have the guts to say it again, try it! What do you call it?! Huh?!" He hugged her and slid one hand to the zipper on her back.
"No, no, don't shout anything!" You Tong immediately changed his words, but it was too late!
"Ah! What are you doing?!"
"Put me down quickly!"
"I-I haven't washed the dishes yet!"
"Rong Xiaochi hasn't taken a bath yet... Uh, no, no, it's the dog that hasn't taken a bath yet!"
Her endless chatter was finally cut off by a slamming of the door.
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The next day, early morning.
The sunlight passed through the huge glass window curtains, slipped through the gaps in the curtains, and shone into the room, casting a golden color on the white carpet. You Tong lazily turned over and reached out to touch the empty pillow next to him.
Opening her sleepy eyes, she saw that she was the only one left in the room. She realized that she was naked under the quilt, and a blush of embarrassment suddenly hit her fair face.
She quickly pulled the sheets over and wrapped herself tightly. There was a rustle, and then a small note fell lightly on the carpet, like a feather, shining brightly in the sun.
.
He got out of bed with his bare feet, squatted down, picked up the note, and read it carefully - "Tongtong, get up."
She was suspicious, what do you mean?!
Walking out of the bedroom and into the bathroom, I saw a small note stuck on the mirror - "Tongtong, brush your teeth."
I looked down at the sink again and saw the same thing - "Tongtong, wash your face."
Next to it, on the unkempt head - "Tongtong, take a shower."
I quickly went to the living room again, and there was everything on the sofa, the coffee table, and the TV.
In the kitchen, on the refrigerator door, on the dining table, without exception.
Tongtong this, Tongtong that.
Tongtong is like this, Tongtong is like that.
Tongtong do this, Tongtong don’t do that.
Etc., etc.
Finally, she came to the door of the room, and there was a last note on the door - "Tongtong, I'm taking...the puppy for a walk."
"Plop", You Tong couldn't help but laugh out loud. This man really had a dual personality. He was so gentle at one moment, and so stubborn at the same time. He was even willing to write so many notes to her, but he still couldn't help but laugh out loud.
I don’t want the puppy to call Rong Xiaochi.
What an awkward man!
Duplicity!
However, her heart was inexplicably filled with joyful happiness, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up.
She collected all the little notes, like treasures, and carefully placed them on the desk.
One by one, they were pressed under the glass, as if they were pressed on their hearts.
Beside, a four-leaf clover potted plant is flourishing.
After walking to the bathroom to freshen up, she raised her head and faced herself in the mirror. She saw a bright face and pink stars on her white neck, which reminded her of the madness last night. The scenes were like rewinding a movie.
It seemed to slide past my eyes, and involuntarily, a warm blush crept onto my pink cheeks.
Not long after, the door clicked and he came back.