The corridor was quiet at night, and the sounds inside were neither loud nor quiet, but enough for Jiang Yao outside the door to hear.
"Captain Jiang, don't you want to go in?" Cheng Jinfeng's door left a small crack.
Jiang Yao turned his head and glanced at him, and he immediately closed the door tightly.
After a while, Jiang Yao opened the door and walked in.
Shen Qinghe hung up the phone in a hurry, trying to find something to say to cover up his guilt: "Are you back?"
But you can't let him hear it.
Her expression was pretending to be magnanimous, and Jiang Yao raised his eyebrows slightly: "Yeah."
Shen Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief and walked to the bathroom to blow dry his hair. His eyes always glanced towards Jiang Yao 'accidentally', always paying attention to his movements.
The phone screen lit up and she glanced at it.
Zhou Cheng: Are you sure? I'm afraid he will kill me.
Shen Qinghe freed up his right hand to reply: Trust me! My sisters will protect you.
Zhou Cheng: The sound of sisters is overwhelming.
Just as he was about to reply to the message, Jiang Yao appeared in the mirror.
Shen Qinghe was startled. He put his cell phone on the sink and said in an unnatural tone: "What, what's wrong?"
Jiang Yao frowned slightly, did not speak or answer, and walked a few steps towards her. Under her slightly guilty look, he took the hair dryer from her hand.
Not sure if he had seen the chat history, Shen Qinghe took a step back without leaving a trace and pushed his phone to the side.
He stood behind her, gently stroking her hair with his knuckled hands, and the hair dryer was working on the side.
I don't know whether it was the effect of the hair dryer or whether his palms were too hot and felt inexplicably hot.
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Jiang Yao's fingers inadvertently teased the skin of her neck, and the thin calluses on the belly of his fingers scratched, with an obvious touch, easily arousing a shiver.
Swinging out in the body layer by layer.
Jiang Yao's voice was light and there was no emotion at all: "Why don't you play with your phone anymore?"
Jiang Yao's face was reflected in the mirror, and warm yellow lights scattered around him, softening his sharp features. He lowered his eyes and carefully helped her blow dry her hair.
My heart moved slightly, and I blurted out: "How can the mobile phone be as fun as you?"
Jiang Yao laughed dumbly, pretending to be at the mercy of others, and said unhurriedly: "I'll let you bully me, okay?"
The voice was extremely low and hoarse, lingering in her ears and striking at the top of her heart.
Shen Qinghe smelled the woody fragrance on his body and the subtle smell of tobacco.
She stared at Jiang Yao in the mirror and pushed forward with her plan: "Jiang Yao."
Jiang Yao responded casually: "Yeah."
"Can you play games?" Shen Qinghe stared closely at his expression, refusing to miss a single moment.
He looked tired: "I know a little bit."
"What about?" Shen Qinghe told her the information she wanted bit by bit.
Jiang Yao's eyes were dark, staring straight at her, and his voice was filled with a smile: "cosplay."
"ha?"
Jiang Yao looked calm and explained: "Two-player games, such as playing teachers, nurses, etc."
"..." Shen Qinghe was speechless, his ears buzzing.
Seeing that she was silent, Jiang Yao suppressed his smile and said seriously: "Your Majesty, you know how to eat chicken."
Shen Qinghe's eyes suddenly lit up: "Then, can you teach me how to fight the king?"
Jiang Yao put down the hair dryer, put some hair care oil on the ends of her hair, and continued blowing it.
"Can."
Shen Qinghe lowered his head in disappointment, like a defeated rooster. How could he be so invulnerable? Could it be that he really didn't know his identity?
"Then let's go play!" She didn't care whether her hair was dry or not, she just wanted to test him.
"tomorrow."
Shen Qinghe immediately changed into a pitiful look, his peach blossom eyes flickering, trying to get away with being cute.
"Please~"
When the blowing was almost finished, Jiang Yao put away the hair dryer, held her shoulders, turned her around, leaned over to look at her, then bent up and gently rubbed the tip of her nose.
It seems to be coaxing a child: "No. It's very late. It's time for the children to go to bed."
Incredibly pampered.
"All right."
Shen Qinghe lowered his eyes, the temperature on his face rose a little. She didn't want to obey, but he called her a kid!
"Be good." Jiang Yao rubbed the top of her messy hair. Her cheeks were rosy and she couldn't help but pull her into her arms and hug her, placing his chin on the top of her head.
So reluctant to part with it.
"I'm going to sleep downstairs. Call me if you need anything."
"Okay." Shen Qinghe raised his head slightly from his arms and responded childishly.
When Jiang Yao was about to step out of the room, Shen Qinghe seemed to have thought of something and said anxiously: "Wait a minute."
"Huh?" Jiang Yao raised his eyebrows slightly and said softly: "Do you need me to accompany you?"
Shen Qinghe took out a coat and threw it to him: "Don't freeze to death."
"..."
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Perhaps because he went to bed too late, Shen Qinghe slept until past eleven o'clock the next day.
He got out of bed in a daze: "Jiang Yao?"
When he didn't get a response, he slowly opened the door. At the same time, the door of Room 202 also opened.
There is a face above Wen Jingjing's head.
It's Lu Jinbai.
Shen Qinghe and Wen Jingjing stared at each other for nearly a minute.
"Sleepwalking."
They closed the door tacitly, pretending they had never seen each other.
"If you eat less rice today, Song Ci will marry you tomorrow. If you eat less rice tonight, Song Ci will marry you tomorrow."
The magical ringtone comes to mind again.
"Hmm." I'm so used to mute that I forgot to change the ringtone.
I looked at the person on the phone and was a little disappointed, it wasn't Jiang Yao.
Shen Qinghe picked up the phone and without waiting for her to speak, the other person shouted angrily: "Sister! Sister! Help me!"
She put her phone on the table and splashed water on her face a few times: "If you fart, let it go."
It was a little late to wake up.
"Call my number for me."
"No." Shen Qinghe refused without mercy.
"You've been playing for almost a year, please help me get glory now, please."
"No."
Shen Yubai gritted his teeth and told the truth: "I chase girls and pretend to be 13."
Shen Qinghe then thought about it, Song Ci and the others knew that he was just a drunkard, so they didn't care about it anymore.
"Okay. Five hundred."
I just used this account to test Jiang Yao's attitude.