Qu Xiaojue moved very quickly. After casually taking a shower, he went downstairs and walked into the kitchen.

Aunt Guo was busy wearing an apron. When she saw this, she quickly said: "Sir, why are you down?"

"Is the porridge ready?"

"alright."

Seeing that Aunt Guo was frying the poached eggs that Eleven wanted to eat, he served two bowls of porridge himself, waited for about half a minute, put the fried poached eggs on the tray, and then walked into the guest bedroom with them.

The decoration of the guest bedroom is relatively simple, mainly gray and white.

As soon as Qu Xiaojue entered, he heard the sound of gurgling water in the bathroom.

Liu Zhenying is taking a shower?

He tightened his palms holding the tray, and then subconsciously remembered...

She didn't bring any change of clothes.

As soon as this thought popped up, the sound of water stopped, and there was still a faint rustling sound in the bathroom, like moving, or like the friction of cloth.

A little heat suddenly rose in his lower abdomen, and Qu Xiaojue felt that the waiting minute was particularly painful.

Then he watched helplessly...

The bathroom door was opened.

The water vapor and fragrance that hit his face were charming. Liu Zhenying was holding the door frame with one hand. He was wearing a white shirt that belonged to him. The collar was slightly wide, revealing his well-lined shoulders and collarbones. His skin was fair under the spotless clean cloth.

It looked like fine jade, just reaching her thighs, and the sleeves were a bit long. Even if they were rolled up, they would cover the back of her hands, creating an extremely eye-catching comfort.

It also brought great impact to Qu Xiaojue.

However, Liu Zhenying did not realize that there was anything wrong with wearing such clothes. He wiped his slightly wet long hair with a towel. When he saw the tray that had not been put down in his hand, his almond eyes lit up: "Can you eat now?

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With that said, she prepared to move closer.

But almost subconsciously, he whispered: "Stop."

Liu Zhenying was confused: "What's wrong?"

The veins on Qu Xiaojue's forehead were beating slightly. He stood there, took two deep breaths without leaving any trace, put the tray on the coffee table, took the towel from her hand, stood behind her, and handed it to her in a careless and skillful manner.

Wiping her long hair.

Frowning, his voice was neither high nor low: "I don't know how to blow dry my hair when I come out. If you have a headache then, don't hold me and cry."

The temperature of the room with central air conditioning was just right. The woman who had taken a shower felt quite drowsy while waiting obediently, until the buzzing of the hair dryer sounded in her ears.

The way he held the hair dryer was obviously unfamiliar, and it looked like he had never done anything like this before.

Liu Zhenying couldn't help but raise his eyes and glance at him.

Sensing her gaze, Qu Xiaojue lowered his eyes slightly: "What's wrong?"

Could it be that she was moved by his consideration for her?

As a result, she changed her position and pursed her lips: "You are so troublesome. Haven't you finished blowing yet? I want to eat."

Instantly, the veins on his forehead throbbed even more violently.

Yes, he knew that he shouldn't have so many fantasies about her.

But he still coaxed in a slightly hoarse voice: "Wait a minute, it will be fine soon."

After saying that, his condescending gaze followed the top of her head until he saw the white curled toes, and the silent and charming aura that filled her body. She just sat obediently on the sofa in front of him, as if she was a girl.

Gifts waiting to be opened.

Waiting for him to go...

He closed his eyes and moved to himself: "Are you wearing my clothes?"

"yes."

Liu Zhenying nodded, not embarrassed, and even looked a little taken for granted: "I didn't bring any clothes, so I went to find one of yours."
Chapter completed!