Go to bed at night, because Han Yang and Xiaoyun are not here.

The room allocation problem is very simple, one person per person.

However, when entering their respective rooms, the pitiful Li Zitong stood in front of the dark and empty door of Xiaoyun's room, seeming to be shrinking and hesitant to speak.

"what happened?"

Ling Ziyue rolled his eyes in his heart, this girl was going to start playing tricks again.

"Sister Xue'er, I'm afraid of the dark and don't dare to sleep alone at night~"

She spoke very sincerely, her voice full of grievances, and a little trembling. She raised her eyes slightly, and the look of tears in her blue eyes was quite similar to Sister Lin's fragility.

Han Muxue immediately softened her heart and immediately took her hand.

"If you're not afraid, then sleep with Sister Xue'er tonight!"

"Is it really possible?"

Her slightly wet eyes were full of excitement and anticipation.

Ling Ziyue sneered, his voice not loud, as if he was talking to himself, and also as if he was deliberately trying to expose Li Zitong and tell her.

"When you were at the police station, weren't you very brave? Are you still afraid of the dark?"

Han Muxue chose to ignore Ling Ziyue's speech.

He pulled Li Zitong straight into his big room.

After taking two steps, he didn't forget to look back and care about the injured person's condition.

"Don't touch the water with your hand. I'll change your dressing tomorrow morning."

"But I still have to wash up. I only have one hand, which is very inconvenient."

"It's just brushing your teeth and washing your face, nothing more than that."

"But I still have to wash my hair."

"You don't need to wash it every day in winter."

"That won't work. I can't bear it. I have to wash it every day."

"I can't sleep if I don't wash it."

"Then I'll wash it myself. At worst, the wound will become infected if it comes in contact with water and won't heal."

His attitude was very stubborn. Han Muxue stared at his serious face and didn't look like he was joking.

"You are really troublesome, you are more refined than me."

Han Muxue shook her head, a little helpless, she couldn't resist him.

"Zitong, you go back to your room to clean up and go to bed first. I'll wash your Uncle Ling's hair and come right away. If you're scared, just turn on the bedside night light. I'll be here right away."

"Oh~"

Li Zitong's face clearly showed some disappointment, and he turned back and looked at Han Muxue and Ling Ziyue three times a step.

This initial victory can be regarded as the first victory for Ling Ziyue and this little girl in so many overt and covert encounters in the battle for Han Muxue since they entered the door.

He calmly turned around and turned the door handle to enter Han Yang's room. He quickly closed the lock, reached out and turned on the light in the room, and entered the independent bathroom directly. As soon as he entered the door, he started to coolly open the door with one hand.

The white sweater on her body was taken off, revealing the light blue shirt underneath. Then she started to use her ugly hands to quickly and dexterously unbutton her shirt, revealing the beautiful body underneath.

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Han Muxue immediately covered her eyes with her hands, stamped her feet and shouted in shame and annoyance.

"Ling Ziyue, what are you doing? As soon as you enter the door, why should you take off your clothes?"

"Wash your hair. I'm used to washing my hair naked, otherwise my clothes and sleeves will get wet."

"Put it on quickly, put it on now!"

Han Muxue became anxious and her tone became urgent.

"It's not the first time you've seen it, why are you avoiding it?"

"In the past, I had no choice but to put it on for me. Don't force me to scold you!"

"You've already taken it off, and it won't be easy to put it on again."

As he spoke, Ling Ziyue turned on the faucet of the sink, and the sound of rushing water immediately filled the entire small space.

The more Ling Zi bent down and stretched out his head, most of his short hair was quickly soaked, and he turned to face Han Muxue.

"Why are you standing so far away? Didn't you say you were going to wash my hair?"

"oh oh!"

At this point, Han Muxue no longer hesitated, rolled up her sleeves and stepped forward. Warm water quickly gathered in the basin. Han Muxue pressed Ling Ziyue's head, briefly turned off the faucet, and then

I rummaged around in the cabinet within reach for a long time without shampoo. After searching around for a while, I finally saw it in the single shower room with transparent glass.

"Wait a minute!"

She raised her wet hands, stepped two or three steps behind Ling Ziyue into the frosted glass shower room, grabbed the bottle of shampoo, turned around, and was about to go out, when the tall Ling Ziyue stood behind her earlier.

Behind her, with his eyes closed, the drops of wet hair were still flowing on his forehead, falling frequently on his collarbone and strong muscles.

"did you find it?"

Han Muxue looked a little fascinated, and was really startled by Ling Ziyue's sudden voice. She instinctively took a step back and hit the shower switch behind her. Then, in the middle of winter, she was poured all over her head and face.

The cold water and the freezing ground made her scream "Ah" on the spot.

"What's wrong?"

The more Ling Zi opened his eyes, he rushed in with lightning and flint. Naturally, he was wetted a lot by the cold superior water column. In a panic, the two of them quickly turned off the switch and then looked up.

Everyone on the other side was like a drowned rat, especially Han Muxue, who was the first to bear the brunt, with water dripping all over his body.

In the steaming water, two people were squeezed into the same space, which could only accommodate one person.

Ling Zi stretched out his hand more and used his broad palm to wipe away the water stains on Han Muxue's face. However, he gradually became forgetful and moved, and his increasingly disordered breathing betrayed him.

Han Muxue lowered her head, but did not refuse.

The hormones in the air were spreading rapidly, and the hot lips were printed on Han Muxue's forehead, all the way down, from the corners of his eyes, nose to the corners of his mouth, and suddenly stopped.

His voice is magnetic and hoarse.

"Go out and I'll wash it myself. I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself and hurt you..."

Han Muxue lowered her eyes, her eyes touching places she shouldn't have touched, and her snow-white face was so red that it could bleed.

"Ah, um."

She lowered her head and looked at the tall man in front of her, who was almost as tall as the shower head, and realized how uncomfortable it was for him to kiss her just now.

Han Muxue was standing at the door of the single shower room, watching Ling Zi turn his back to her, turning on the shower head, closing his eyes and rinsing, and the cold water droplets would occasionally drift to her body inadvertently.

She felt a little uncomfortable. Ling Ziyue seemed to have been trying hard to accommodate her since he was with her, but she did nothing for him.

"Ziyue!"

She felt a little blocked in her heart for a moment, especially when she saw that Ling Zi's hand, which was wrapped in gauze, was holding the shower nozzle tightly, and some pink color was slowly seeping out.
Chapter completed!