"Who wants to die, it's just the two of us in this room, you don't have to think about it to know it's me......" Luo Jia curled up on the sofa and yelled at him unceremoniously, "I just want to drink hot water, of course you are a man, you know how uncomfortable menstrual pain is, do you know how ...... you"

With a stomachache and being scared by him just now, Luo Jia's mood at the moment was naturally not much better, and he was murdered by him again, and he immediately exploded.

"Won't you turn on the lights?" The disciple asked rhetorically.

Luo Jia flattened her mouth aggrievedly, "Aren't I afraid of arguing with you?" ”

Looking at her wrinkled little eyebrows and the pair of big eyes full of grievances, Zitu gritted his teeth and did not speak.

Turning and walking away, he sat down with the kettle for water, and packed up all the shoes she had thrown off and sent them to her.

"Thank you!" Luo Jia stretched out her legs and put on her shoes, and looked at the disciple standing in front of her, "Just now, right...... I'm sorry, I'm ...... I didn't mean to lose my temper with you. ”

Zitu raised his eyebrows, "Can you go?" ”

Luo Jia was stunned for a moment, and then reacted, he was still occupying his sofa, and was busy holding the water glass and standing up.

Raising his hand to unfold the blanket on the couch, noticing the blood on it, he turned his face in confusion.

"Stop!"

Luo Jia stopped and looked at him puzzled, "What's wrong?" ”

The disciple didn't speak, but just stepped forward and looked at her carefully.

I didn't hurt her just now, how could there be bloodstains?

His gaze finally fell on her pants, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Damn it!"

Luo Jia really couldn't figure out how she provoked this uncle, "I...... What's wrong with me?! ”

"Pants, dirty!" The disciple gritted his teeth and squeezed out four words.

Trousers?!

Luo Jia was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously reached out to touch her pants, and touched the blood on them, and her face turned red.

With a scream, she picked up the clothes she had bought and rushed into the bathroom as if she were running.

Locking the door, she raised her hand to unbutton her pants, and as soon as she raised her face, she saw the disciple standing outside the glass window, busy tearing off his shirt again.

Such a transparent bathroom, she ...... How can she take a shower and change clothes!

I knew that I must let him change rooms.

Regretting in her heart and almost vomiting blood, Luo Jia pushed open the door with a red face.

"That'...... That, you...... Can you dodge it? ”

The disciple turned his face to look.

Luo Jia lowered her face and whispered to flatter, "Please...... You...... You're here, I'm ...... No way to take a shower. ”

Glancing at her, Zitu raised his eyebrows slightly, "Where are you letting me go?" ”

His clothes were taken to the housekeeping department for cleaning, and now he only had a bathrobe, could this little thing want her to wear this to the hallway.

Luo Jia looked at the bathrobe on his body, "You...... You can always go to the terrace, right? ”

The disciple turned his face and walked onto the terrace.

Luo Jia returned to the bathroom, turned off the light inside, quickly took off the clothes on her body, washed herself as quickly as possible, and changed into clean underwear.

Looking at the large paper bag that was already empty, she wanted to cry without tears.

The clothes that were soiled before had been thrown away in the bathroom of the mall, and she only had this set of clothes now, and she didn't have to change them.

Luo Jia, you stupid, why didn't you buy two more sets of clothes?!

Fortunately, there was a bathrobe hanging in the bath room, and she quickly pulled the bathrobe over her body and wrapped herself tightly.

Putting the changed clothes into a paper bag, she walked out again, and immediately pressed the hotel line, called the waiter, and handed the changed dirty clothes to the other party to wash.