He really had a good sense and chose a long black skirt, which went perfectly with Wen Tian's white shirt.
"Put it on, I'll wait for you outside." Pei Shaomu said.
Wen Dessert nodded.
She put on her skirt under the cover of the blanket, and then knocked on the car window to signal Pei Shaomu to come in.
When the car passed a hotel, Wen Tian suddenly asked Pei Shaomu to stop.
Pei Shaomu parked the car aside.
Wen Tian bit her lip: "I want to clean myself."
I originally wanted to go back and wash it, but I thought it would make the house dirty.
Although that man didn't really take advantage of me, thinking about it after all, the body and skin were in contact, and it made me feel sick just thinking about it.
"Okay." Pei Shaomu agreed immediately.
He helped Wen Tian open the room and sent Wen Tian in.
"You go wash first, and then I'll buy you a set of clothes." Pei Shaomu said.
Wen Dessert nodded.
Pei Shaomu is indeed a smart man. He knew it without saying anything.
Since she went to wash herself properly, she would definitely have to change all her clothes.
Watching Wen Tian walk into the bathroom, Pei Shaomu suddenly felt a flash of pain in his eyes.
He has not forgotten that he also forced Wen Tian.
And Wen Tian also washed her body like this, changing her whole body from top to bottom, inside and out.
Pei Shaomu's heart was filled with endless regret.
In the shower room, Wen Tian tried her best to wash her body.
It wasn't until the white and tender skin on her body turned red due to her rubbing that Wen Tian breathed a sigh of relief.
Only in this way did she feel clean.
Wen Tian turned off the shower and prepared to wipe her body with a towel.
Suddenly there was a slight knock on the door.
Wen Tian's mouth became dry for a while.
She knew that the knock on the door must be Pei Shaomu.
"Is something wrong?" Her sweet voice was as thin as a mosquito.
"The clothes are on the bed. I'll put them down for you and leave. You can come out and put them on later."
It's really Pei Shaomu's voice.
"Okay." Wen Tian said.
After she wiped her body, she wrapped herself in a bath towel and walked out.
Pei Shaomu has disappeared.
There is a black and white suit neatly placed on the bed, and...
Wen Tian's face turned red immediately.
There is also a set of small underwear.
The little underwear is very cute, with cartoons printed on it, but no matter how cute it is, it cannot change the fact that it is a woman's most intimate clothing.
How could Wen Tian not blush when she thought that Pei Shaomu had personally bought something so close to her body?
She took a deep breath and put on the new clothes Pei Shaomu bought.
Then Wen Tian picked up the hotel's hair dryer.
Her hair was still wet and she had to use a hair dryer to blow it out.
While blow-drying her hair, a scene appeared in my mind for no apparent reason, in which Pei Shaomu went to buy herself a small pair of underwear.
Pei Shaomu's expression could not be seen in the illusory scene in Wen Tian's mind.
The corners of her lips curled up slightly, and her eyes were filled with various colors, smart and cunning.
What kind of expression would Pei Shaomu have at that time?
Is it serious or embarrassing?
Or something else?
The corners of Wen Tian's lips became deeper and deeper.
And at this moment, the doorbell rang.
The corners of Wen Tian's lips rose to their peak.
She knew that it was Pei Shaomu who was here.
Her voice was clear: "I've already washed it, come in."
Pei Shaomu pushed open the door and walked in.
Wen Tian lowered her head and continued to blow dry her hair.
In the hotel room, she had just taken a shower, and there was an ambiguous atmosphere inexplicably.
Wen Tian's face was slightly red.
Pei Shaomu came over and said, "Let me help you play."
The man's handsome face is a bit dark, and he does not have as charming a mind as Wen Tian.
He was filled with regret.
I regretted having forced Wen Tian.
He had not forgotten the panic and fear in Wen Tian's eyes when he had just rescued her, and the hatred in her eyes when she said she wanted to take a good shower.
The corners of Wen Tian's lips curled deeper.
She handed over the hair dryer in her hand.
Pei Shaomu took over and helped Wen Tian blow dry her hair.
The man not only blows the hair dryer on Wen Tian, but also lifts up a strand of Wen Tian's hair from time to time to make it easier to blow her hair faster.
A flash of trance flashed in Wen Tian's eyes.
She suddenly thought of Qin Ruochen.
Qin Ruochen seemed to have blown her hair once a long time ago, and he just blew it directly with a hair dryer.
At that time, she also said to Qin Ruochen: "Can't you lift your hair? If you blow it against the surface, it will definitely be slow."
As a result, Qin Ruochen said: "How can a man be as troublesome as a woman? There are so many rules for blowing your hair."
At that time, Wen Tian thought that all men blowing women's hair were like this, but she didn't expect that Pei Shaomu was different.
Just when she was in a daze, the man's words suddenly reached Wen Tian's ears: "Wen Tian, I'm sorry."
Pei Shaomu was filled with guilt at this time, making his emotions unable to control himself.
Wen Tian was stunned for a moment.
She said doubtfully: "Sorry for what."
Pei Shaomu's thin lips moved.
He was silent for a while.
Wen Tian asked: "What did you say you were sorry for just now?"
Pei Shaomu finally spoke: "Wen Tian, I originally wanted to use the rest of my life to compensate you for that matter."
Wen Tian's breathing stagnated.
All her attention was attracted by the phrase "I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you."
Her heartbeat couldn't help but speed up a bit, and a flash of anticipation flashed in her eyes.
"It's a pity that there is no chance." Pei Shaomu said solemnly.
Wen Tian: "..."
Her heart dropped.
My heart that was almost full suddenly felt empty.
A feeling of bloating and loss.
"Oh." There was a touch of unspeakable emotion in Wen Tian's tone.
Pei Shaomu paused.
"If you need help with anything in the future, I will do my best to help you."
No matter what he did, Wen Tian didn't like him. He couldn't spend the rest of his life to compensate Wen Tian, he could only do this.
He appeared when Wen Tian needed help.
A touch of sourness flashed through the sweet heart.
Her tone was a little sour: "If my dear Miss Wen needs help, can't I handle my family background? I still need others to help me. I don't need your help for anything!"
Pei Shaomu's eyes dimmed a bit.
After a moment, he said: "Yes."
Silence, total silence.
Neither Wen Tian nor Pei Shaomu spoke anymore, and the only sound left in the huge hotel room was the sound of the hair dryer.
The corners of Wen Tian's lips that were slightly raised before suddenly pulled down.
Her dark eyes, which used to be somewhat radiant, also turned gray.
In the hotel room, she and Pei Shaomu had an ambiguous scene.
If it turned out, this man would definitely say something and do something, but at this moment, the man said nothing or did nothing.
He even said something that was embarrassing and made her feel uncomfortable before.
Wen Tian's thick and slender eyelashes were fluttering and trembling like a falling butterfly behind its feathers. She thought that maybe Pei Shaomu really didn't care about her anymore.