[Full Time] Love Line

"Little brother?" Jian Anzhen suddenly called softly.

At this moment, Zhang Jiale's attention was obviously still on the girl holding his little hand, the man's heartbeat was a little fast, but he still subconsciously responded, "What, what's wrong?"

"Your face is so red."

Jian Anzhen stretched out her hand and gently pressed the back of her hand to Zhang Jiale's cheek, her beautiful eyes opened wide, looking at the man in front of her with curiosity and concern.

Zhang Jiale, "..."

"Really?" Zhang Jiale tilted his head slightly to avoid the girl's cold little hand, and politely but awkwardly laughed, "Maybe it's because it's too hot, the temperature in City K is like this all year round. "

"Is that so?" Jian Anzhen nodded half-understanding.

"Don't talk about me." Zhang Jiale hastily changed the subject, and handed the hot milk he had just put on the table to the girl, "Sister, after drinking the milk, go to bed early, I've been tired outside all day today. .”

"Thank you."

Jian Anzhen carefully held the overheated milk, put it to her lips, and took a sip. The snow-white milk stains stained the girl's cherry-pink lips, instantly making Zhang Jiale feel a little strange.

Breathing slightly unsteady, Zhang Jiale quickly turned his gaze to the snow-white wall next to him, and he wanted to run away, "Sister, I'll go out first, you..."

"Wait first." Jian Anzhen hurriedly grabbed the back of Zhang Jiale's blouse with her free right hand, and when the man's puzzled gaze came over her, she hesitated again, as if she didn't know how to speak.

"Is there anything else, girl?" Zhang Jiale's eyes subconsciously placed on the girl's slightly milk-stained lips, and then immediately turned away inexplicably guiltily.

"It's...that's..."

Jian Anzhen faltered in a small voice, trying hard to hide her little face that was gradually stained with rouge behind the milk cup, her beautiful eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, her eyes dodged but she didn't dare to look at Zhang Jiale.

Zhang Jiale was a little confused, "Sister, you can just tell me what's going on, don't be embarrassed."

"...I don't know where to do laundry." The girl's voice was always soft and soft, as soft as a mosquito.

If Zhang Jiale hadn't stood close and had good hearing, he wouldn't have heard what Jian Anzhen said at all.

But hearing clearly what the girl was referring to, Zhang Jiale's ears instantly became hot.Just now, his attention was distracted by Jian Anzhen's small movements, and now he remembered that the girl in front of him was covered in a vacuum except for his own shirt.

"We usually put clothes and clothes in the laundry room."

After all, the hands of professional players are very precious, especially since most of them are men. For trivial matters like washing clothes, the club will naturally arrange for daily cleaning by special personnel.

"Oh."

Jian Anzhen bit her lip, blinked her eyes several times in confusion, and finally choked out a sentence, "...What about the underwear?"

Zhang Jiale resolutely fell silent again, "..."

To be honest, how could rough men like them divide them so meticulously, didn't they just throw all the clothes in the laundry basket?It doesn't matter at all.

"There is no laundry soap in the bathroom." Jian Anzhen looked at Zhang Jiale with her big round eyes, and took a sip of the hot milk in the cup without delay.

"Oh." Zhang Jiale felt that he was completely out of words.