Back in the living room, Wang Bo didn't see Zheng Yan's figure, and just as she was wondering, Zheng Yan walked out of her bedroom with a (rice) colored bath towel on her arm.

"It's late, you...... You go take a shower. Zheng Yan turned her gaze to the side, facing the side of Wang Bo's face, like the sunset in the west, (chao) red.

"Okay. Wang Bo happily took the bath towel, flipped it around, and then raised his head and asked in a low voice, "Swallow, is this what you use?"

Zheng Yan's face turned even redder, and she stretched out her hand to him a little annoyed, "If you don't want to use it, forget it." Give it back to me!"

"Hehe, why don't you want to!1,000 10,000 willing!" Wang Bo laughed, took a step back, and put the bath towel behind his back.

"Scoundrel!" Zheng Yan glanced at him, muttered quietly, and turned to walk towards the bathroom.

When he got to the bathroom, the girl carefully told him which ones were used to wash his hair and which were to wash his body.

"I don't have shower gel at home, I always use soap. You're going to do it. There are two pieces of soap, the white one is for my parents, and the pink one is for ...... I'm using it. This is a toothbrush, newly bought, unused. That's about it, I'm out, I'm sitting in the living room, I have other questions, you open the door and shout. Zheng Yan, who finished introducing the toiletries, was ready to go out.

"Okay, Yanzi, wait a minute, these two pieces of soap, I, in the end, which one, should I use?" Wang Bo winked at the girl with a smile, and said in a low voice.

Zheng Yan was stunned for a moment, and his hun voice quickly rose and fell violently, as if he had thought of something, his face turned red in an instant, and he glanced at him fiercely again, and threw down a sentence: "Whatever you want!", and then slammed the door and walked out.

He washed his hair with Head & Shoulders, and bathed with Zheng Yan's rose-scented soap, he washed it three times in total, and the soap was also inside and out, before and after. It's been a long time since he's been so serious and carefully washed his body.

In the end, when Wang Bo wiped himself from head to toe with the bath towel given by Zheng Yan, it was refreshing and refreshing, and when he walked out in Zheng Yan's old man's clothes and pants, it was already half an hour later.

"I'm done, swallow. Go wash it too. Wang Bo wiped the water stains on his head with a bath towel and said to the girl who was sitting on the sofa and continued to watch TV.

"Hmm. Zheng Yan got up from the sofa, looked at the wet hair on Wang Bo's head, and said, "The hair dryer is on the bedside table in my bedroom, you can blow it yourself." ”

"Okay!"

Zheng Yan took a bath in her sleeping room, while Wang Bo sat on the side of the girl's bed covered with plaid sheets and whined his hair with a hair dryer.

It didn't take long to blow his hair, and after about two or three minutes, Wang Bo's short hair became extremely dry. He put down the wind, kicked off his slippers, rolled over and climbed onto the girl's small wooden bed one meter and two wide. A deep breath, suddenly, the head is full, the lungs are full of a familiar and good smell.

"I really want to indulge in this gentle and fragrant fragrance and sleep him for three days and three nights!" Wang Bo, who was lying on Zheng Yan's bed, supported his hands and feet, twisted his body, and muttered to himself.

Zheng Yan walked into her bedroom when it was almost twelve o'clock, her upper body was a white cotton lapel full of stars, and a sleeping garage of the same color below, her face was red and fluttering, her hair was wet, and she was wrapped in a white towel at the back of her head.

"Tonight, you'll sleep in my bed. I went to sleep next door. Zheng Yan reached out to get the hair dryer on the bedside table, and said to Wang Bo with her head down.

"Okay. Wang Bo, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, nodded.

"Then you should rest early, good night. ”

"Well, good night, Swallow. ”

Zheng Yan went out with a hair dryer, and closed the bedroom door when she left.

Wang Bo, who was lying on the bed again, quietly listened to the movement outside, first the sound of the door closing, and then the sound of the "woo woo" hair dryer. I thought about it for about five or six minutes before it stopped, and after that, no other sound came from next door.

All was silent.

Wang Bo picked up the mobile phone next to his pillow and looked at it, it was past five o'clock.

He rolled out of bed and pushed open the closed window. The rain has stopped completely, the night is clear, you can see the sky full of stars, and the air that has only rained is fresh and pleasant.

Wang Bo pulled his gaze closer, because of the relationship between the floors and the obstruction of nearby residential buildings, most of the places were pitch black, and the owners had already entered their respective dreams. Occasionally, the windows of several houses shine with dim lights, near or far, dazzling and conspicuous in the silence of the night. But most of them are drawn with the curtains drawn, and they can't really see it.

Wang Bo, who was not sleepy, returned to the bedside, turned off the light above his head, and the room suddenly became invisible. Then he went to the window again, breathing in the moist, cool air, as he looked near and far. The night sky without background lights is even brighter, vast, far away, and the stars are shining, as if they are all winking at him.

This is, of course, his delusion.

After a few minutes, as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, the room where he had been invisible became shadowy. Wang Bo can tell the position of the bed, the position of the cabinet, the position of the small bookshelf, and the position of the bedroom door.

As soon as he saw the bedroom door, Wang Bo's heart pounded. The thought of walking towards the door and opening it spurred him.

But at the same time, there was another thought in his mind that he should go to bed in a proper manner and not think about it.

Thoughts and thoughts began to fight in his mind for control of his body. Wang Bo didn't know how long it was, it felt like only a few seconds, and it felt like dozens of minutes had passed, and the result of the fight was clear, or the previous ideas prevailed.

So, he began to move his stiff, lead-filled double moon retreat, and began to move towards the door.

The door finally opened, almost silently, as it took him at least 20 seconds to open the door.

Wang Bo, who opened the door, flashed out like a ghost. His eyes had completely adapted to the darkness, and relying on his memory, he came to the door of Zheng Yan's parents' bedroom, raised his hand, and was ready to knock on the door.

The curled fingers were raised in the darkness for at least five minutes, during which time he took countless deep breaths, and it felt like almost the entire hallway, the air in the living room, was exchanged in his alveoli.

Except for taking a deep breath, the rest was like fragments of memories surging wildly in his mind as if they were shining under the light of a marquee. It's mostly about girls' memories. There are those in the previous life, there are those in this life, and more of them are in this life, and the girl has known each other for nearly two years, knows each other, and then falls in love.

Yes, even though neither of them said that word, those three words, to each other, they both loved each other and cared for each other, there was no doubt about it.

So, now there is only one question left:

Are you really ready to change the status quo?

"You gave up going to Peking University and Tsinghua University to go to a higher university, and ran outside C, although you have thousands of reasons, but in the final analysis, isn't the core one just for her?

"Knock knock—" The right hand, which had been frozen in the night sky for a long time, finally knocked down.