Zhao Xuanwen pinched the wet part of his clothes with his fingers, with a depressed expression on his face.
Half of the sweatshirt was wet, and the water could be squeezed out when I squeezed it with my hands. Most of the black leggings were also wet, which greatly reduced the comfort of wearing it.
Zhao Xuanwen raised his head and looked around the living room, then walked towards Liu Zhiyue's room, opened the door and came to the bedside.
Squatting down, his face came closer, and he pursed his lips. Zhao Xuanwen hesitated for a while, but chose to call softly.
"My clothes are wet...what should I do..."
"Well……"
An unknown sound came from his mouth, and Liu Zhiyue, whose head was getting heavier and heavier, heard Zhao Xuanwen's voice and forced himself to open his eyes.
After using a lot of strength to control his head, he looked at Zhao Xuanwen who was squatting at the head of the bed, blinked his eyes, and Liu Zhiyue's breathing became heavier.
The moment he turned his head, he saw Zhao Xuanwen's face very close to him. Liu Zhiyue had been his deskmate with him for two years. This was the first time he had observed him at such a close distance.
The length of the hair reaches the neck, and the hair in front of the forehead vaguely covers the eyebrows, which highlights the big eyes. The bridge of the nose is not too straight, and the size of the tip of the nose is just right.
The color of the lips was slightly shiny, and it looked like I had applied lip balm when I came here.
Also... he should have come here after taking a shower.
A faint fragrance floated from the other party's body, and Liu Zhiyue could smell it. It was the smell of [Head and Shoulders]...
Liu Zhiyue stared at Zhao Xuanwen and began to have random thoughts in his mind.
This made the squatting Zhao Xuanwen feel a little shy, and subconsciously looked away. Although she was asking the other party, she felt more or less embarrassed to be looked at like this.
His eyes were darting around, and his hands gripping the sheets beside the bed tightened. Zhao Xuanwen opened his mouth, and his tone seemed a little stuttered.
"It feels uncomfortable when your clothes get wet...and, I...didn't mean to..."
This sentence brought Liu Zhiyue back from his wandering thoughts. He blinked and then looked at Zhao Xuanwen who looked away.
Thought for a moment.
"Change another one..."
"But if I go home and change clothes, you..."
Zhao Xuanwen suddenly stopped mid-sentence. After being stunned for a short while, his eyes that had been dodging just now focused on Liu Zhiyue's face.
"Let me wear your clothes, is that what you mean?"
"yes……"
"Okay, you said so...then I'll bring you some water first and you can drink some."
After saying this, Zhao Xuanwen suddenly stood up, walked out of the door faster than usual, and headed for his own basin filled with water.
When she left the door, she didn't hear what Liu Zhiyue said next.
"It's...it's a fart..."
I walked to the plastic basin and squatted down.
Zhao Xuanwen touched the temperature of the glass in the basin with his hand.
Obviously, this short period of time was not enough for the scalding temperature to drop down, and it was still a little bit hot to the touch. Zhao Xuanwen felt this and shook off the water on his hand.
Then he wiped it on the wet clothes, stood up, looked at the clothes hanging by the window, walked forward and touched it with his hand.
Already done.
It can be seen from the size that Liu Zhiyue's clothes are on. The white round-neck sweatshirt has some patterns printed on it. It doesn't look like Liu Changqing's clothes at all. There is also a set of sportswear hanging next to it that has not yet been dried.
Reaching out to grab the clothing rod on the side, Zhao Xuanwen took off the dry white round-neck sweatshirt, then took off the clothes hanger and placed it in a plastic frame nearby.
Taking the clothes and coming to the sofa, Zhao Xuanwen put the white round-neck sweatshirt in his hand on the sofa, and then took off the hooded sweatshirt he was wearing when he came.
Put on a round-neck white sweatshirt.
After putting it on, Zhao Xuanwen lowered his head and looked at it. Due to the difference in body shape, Liu Zhiyue's clothes were obviously much bigger on her body.
Two-thirds of the thighs are covered, and the sleeves also cover the hands tightly.
Looking at the extra fabric on the cuffs, Zhao Xuanwen suddenly felt like the kind of long-sleeved clothes worn by opera singers when watching TV.
Shaking his sleeves and looking at the long drooping cuffs, Zhao Xuanwen chose to roll up the cuffs, exposing half of his arms.
After doing this, Zhao Xuanwen came to the door and put on a pair of cotton slippers, then came to the sofa again and took off his black leggings.
She decided to use a hair dryer to dry her pants.
Compared with the hooded sweatshirt I wore, the leggings didn't get wet much.
Taking the leggings, Zhao Xuanwen went to the bathroom wearing Liu Zhiyue's sweatshirt, found the hair dryer, plugged it in, turned on the hair dryer, and blew it on the wet area of the leggings.
"Hoo ho ho ho ho!!"
The hair dryer was very powerful, and Liu Zhiyue, who was lying in the room, could hear the sound clearly. He didn't know what Zhao Xuanwen was doing, so he endured the discomfort and struggled to get up from the bed.
After putting on my slippers, I staggered out of my room and immediately spotted the plastic basin not far away.
Liu Zhiyue was very surprised as to why this thing appeared in the living room, but before he had time to think about it, he followed the movement of the hair dryer to the door of the bathroom.
Looking at Zhao Xuanwen who was blowing his leggings with a hair dryer in the bathroom, Liu Zhiyue's eyes widened for a moment, and his tone revealed disbelief.
"You...what are you doing?"
Although the sound was not loud, Zhao Xuanwen heard it clearly. After turning off the hair dryer in his hand, he turned to look at Liu Zhiyue who was standing at the bathroom door.
said in surprise.
"Why are you up?"
"Why are you...wearing my clothes?"
"Isn't that what you asked me to wear just now?"
Zhao Xuanwen felt very puzzled by Liu Zhiyue's inquiry, but seeing that Liu Zhiyue was not in good condition at the moment, she immediately put the hair dryer on the sink.
She walked towards the bathroom door with her leggings in hand, stretched out her other free hand, held his arm, and wanted to send him back to the room.
But it was obvious that Liu Zhiyue did not want to go back.
His hands grabbed the clothes on Zhao Xuanwen's body, and Liu Zhiyue's tone was a little anxious.
"Take it off soon...if my parents come back..."
"You go back to the house to rest first, and then change back after I dry my clothes..."
"No, I..."
Under normal circumstances, Liu Zhiyue's thoughts would not be so confused, but when he was ill, it was difficult for his brain to make effective judgments.
Subconsciously telling him that if Liu Changqing and the others came back and saw Zhao Xuanwen wearing his own clothes, it would definitely be very troublesome...
The incident with Zhang Yunjing happened yesterday.