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"If I hadn't bumped into you, where would you be going tonight?" Qi Yan asked softly, feeling that her face was dry, put away her fingers, picked up the cold wet towel that was put aside, and wiped her carefully .

Lu Zhiqiao shivered, her eyelids half lifted, "Hotel."

Qi Yan paused.

"Alone." She added.

When it comes to hotels, I always think of that night, and then a series of imaginations are endless.Qi Yan was annoyed inwardly, responded in a low voice, and continued: "Do you mind staying with me tonight?"

As usual, if this person came to her door, even if she was willing to let it go, she would definitely have to tease her first, and then put it back after she had enough oil, but today, for some reason, she was not in the mood for a joke at all, as if there was condensation in the air Low pressure, heavy and dull.

Lu Zhiqiao didn't notice it, she was limp like a puddle of mud, "I'm causing you trouble..."

"No trouble, just my bed—"

"I sleep on the sofa."

"..."

Qi Yan's face was slightly stiff, and he twitched the corners of his mouth: "The sofa is cold, and I don't have an air conditioner in the living room."

"fine."

"..."

Even when he is drunk, he does not forget to keep the last bit of restraint. He dresses like his own style. He always buttons the top button. Qi Yan thinks it is funny. He had no other ideas at first. He just thought that a bed 1.8 meters wide would be enough. Sleeping two people, this person is good, think about her in a wrong way.

The sofa in the living room is big enough and soft enough for an adult woman to lie down on. It’s just that turning over is not very free, and it may fall if the movement is too large. It is a test of whether a person sleeps honestly.Qi Yan brought in spare pillows and silk quilts, and quickly spread them out. Lu Zhiqiao didn't lie down immediately, saying she wanted to take a bath.

"Can you take a bath in this state?" Qi Yan frowned.

Lu Zhiqiao supported her eyelids, lightly rubbed her temples with her index finger, and stood up unsteadily: "It's okay, it's okay." Just after finishing speaking, her feet staggered and almost fell, Qi Yan hurriedly stepped forward to support her, "Also said It's okay, what should I do if I wrestle in it? Either don't wash it, or I will wash it for you."

The last sentence is intriguing.

"No need..." Lu Zhiqiao was soft in her arms, struggling to stand up straight, her cheeks flushed from drunk were charming.

Qi Yan later realized that his words were ambiguous, coughed twice, and looked away.

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The bathroom at home is very big, with both a shower head and a bathtub. Qi Yan went in and tidied up a bit, put the hot water in, put all the toiletries within reach, put together non-slip floor mats, and spread them on the bathtub side, and then rummaged through boxes and cabinets to take out brand new daily necessities.

"Here's the new toothbrush cup towel and bath towel."

"This is shampoo, body wash, hair mask, body lotion, scrub, bath salt..."

"There are also skin care products, you can use mine."

"The pajamas are worn and washed by me, and the underwear is new, so you can make do with it first."

"Call me if you need anything, I'll be in the living room."

Seeing Qi Yan bustling around like a maid, half nervous and half happy, Lu Zhiqiao's expression was a little moved, ripples rippled in his drunken eyes, and his heart seemed to be wrapped in a ball of fire, frozen in ice. Something in the deepest part quietly came to life.But soon, this feeling was washed away by the smell of alcohol and drowsiness, and she just wanted to take a shower and sleep.

"Thank you." She said sincerely, leaning on the wall and moving into the bathroom, closing the door.

The smile on Qi Yan's face disappeared instantly, his eyes dimmed, and he froze in place.

There was a rustling sound of cloth rubbing in the bathroom, and a figure swayed on the glass door. She pondered over the word "thank you" over and over again, feeling very uncomfortable and inexplicably bitter.At that moment, they were clearly far away from each other, but they stood at the farthest place from each other.

The sound of water churning.

Into the water.

In a quiet environment, his hearing is particularly keen. Qi Yan stood at the door and listened carefully, and couldn't help but think of the madness of the night when the two first met—there were not enough traces left in the room, and finally went into the bathroom and splashed in the water.

The picture is clear and vivid, and the more you think about it, the more attractive it becomes, her cheeks continue to burn, and her whole body becomes dry|hot, she is afraid that she will rush into the bathroom uncontrollably, cut off her thoughts, and run out as if to escape.

It was almost ten o'clock.

Qi Yan poured out the basin of cold water in the living room, cleaned the small square towel, and hung it on the hook beside the sink. Hearing the continuous sound of water inside, he didn't want to stay any longer, so he turned and went back to the bedroom.

After closing the door, she pressed her back against the door, panting lightly, raised her hand to cover her face, it was still hot.

Needing to find something to divert his attention, Qi Yan picked up the "Dialogue with God" that he hadn't finished last night on the bedside table, sat on the sofa in the living room, flipped through it while waiting, and slowly calmed down.