He would be upset if she said thank you, but she doesn't seem to be at all?
Does she think it's appropriate for them to be so polite to each other?
Fu Yanye didn't ask her much. He urgently needed to take a shower now.
Probably because the two of them have been together for a long time, when Zhuo Jian goes shopping, he habitually buys some supplies such as disinfection and puts them at home.
But Fu Yanye was taking a bath inside, and Zhuo Jian stood at the door but couldn't help scratching the back of his head nervously.
"Zhuo Jian, what have you not seen before? Calm down."
She soothed herself in her heart.
Nearly half an hour later, the aunt at home came to deliver clothes to him. When Zhuo Jian took them, she sent his dirty clothes over, "Auntie, take these troubles directly to the dry cleaners."
"Okay, Madam."
Zhuo Jian saw her aunt off, then turned to look at the bathroom again.
He has been inside for half an hour.
He usually takes about ten minutes to take a bath.
It's not afternoon, are you going to take a bath?
Or something happened?
Zhuo Jian was a little worried, thinking that his clothes had also been delivered, so she walked over and knocked gently at the bathroom door, "Fu Yanye, are you okay?"
There was no movement inside. She leaned her ear against the door and listened, becoming even more nervous. She continued, "Fu Yanye, auntie brought you your clothes. I'll leave them at the door for you."
When the word ah was said, the door suddenly opened from the inside.
He stood naked in front of her.
Zhuo Jian was so shocked that she didn't dare to look around, she only dared to stare into his eyes.
At this moment, he felt like hormones all over his body were swarming towards her.
"Can I use your towel?"
But he suddenly spoke very politely.
Zhuo Jian smiled awkwardly, but immediately became embarrassed: "Okay."
She has no mysophobia.
"Thanks."
His eyes were always staring at her, and then he was polite to her.
"Um."
Zhuo Jian nodded slightly and turned around to leave as he spoke.
"my clothes."
he reminded.
Zhuo Jian came back to his senses and turned slightly towards him: "Here."
Fu Yanye saw that she didn't even look at him and was blushing to the very bottom of her ears, so she continued, "Thank you."
Zhuo Jian: "..."
To be polite is to be polite, to be polite is to be polite, that is...
Why don't you pick up your clothes?
Zhuo Jian turned to look at him helplessly, "Take it."
"My hand hurts a little. The piece of cream cake just now seemed to be wrapped in stones. It hurts a lot behind me."
He suddenly pinched his waist and looked at it carefully for a while.
"There are stones wrapped in the cake? Let me see."
She is really just subconscious.
Then the skin on my neck turned red.
But Fu Yanye still stared at her, and the effect was much better than he thought.
Zhuo Jian quickly realized that he was lying to her, and immediately became angry: "Fu Yanye, are you finished?"
He threw his clothes casually on him and turned around and walked away.
Fu Yanye hugged the clothes, but smiled very happily.
He had to find a place to change his clothes, but he didn't want to go back to the bathroom, so he turned slightly sideways to find his destination.