Sure that she could get the laundry tomorrow morning, Luo Jia breathed a sigh of relief and walked to the terrace with her arms crossed.

"That...... You...... You can go back to sleep. ”

After informing her son, she retreated to the bathroom and took a hair dryer to dry her hair.

The disciple walked back to his room, closed the door to the terrace, and sat down on the couch.

She was right in front of him, a bath towel wrapped around her body, and her belt was holding her waist tight.

Because of the action of blowing his hair, the bath towel was pulled up, and the two straight and slender calves were exposed.

looked at Luo Jia in front of him...... He unconsciously began to imagine her body under the bath towel......

Damn it!

What was he thinking?

Zitu forced himself to look away, and was about to lie back on the couch to continue sleeping, when the kettle on the table boiled and blistered.

Luo Jia hurriedly put down the hair dryer in her hand, hurried over, and turned off the power.

Glancing left and right, noticing the cup on the coffee table, she turned and walked over.

Seeing the disciple on the sofa, she pointed to the cup explainingly, "I...... Take the cup. ”

Then she bent down.

The long hair draped over his shoulders slid down like a waterfall, and Zitu's gaze unconsciously fell on her chest, and his gaze passed through her loose neckline because of the bending down, and his sharp gaze had already seen the spring light on her chest without any effort.

There was a buzz in his head, and the strings in his body that had just been relaxed instantly tightened.

Luo Jia raised her face to meet his complicated gaze.

"You ......," she looked at him with some confusion, "do you want to drink it too?" ”

Glaring at her angrily, Zitu turned and rolled over, turned his face to the back of the sofa, and pulled the blanket over his body.

His fingers touched the blood stains she had left on the blanket, and he was so angry that he was about to explode, so he sat up straight, threw the blanket in his hand onto the carpet, and got up and walked into the bathroom.

Looking at the blanket he threw on the ground, Luo Jia understood, and his face, which had just calmed down, instantly turned red again, and he was busy putting the blanket away.

ran past the side of the bed, took his quilt and brought it to the disciple who had washed his hands and sat on the sofa.

"This ...... I'll cover it for you. ”

The little girl's long hair is half-dry, and her little face is very ruddy.

Because of her shyness, she bit her lip slightly, and her long eyelashes hung down, not daring to look at him.

She didn't know that the way she was now was about to drive the man in front of her crazy.

"Get back to bed!"

The disciple yelled angrily.

She was obviously kind, and he yelled at her, Luo Jia raised her face and met him with big eyes, "You...... Why are you unreasonable......"

Zitu raised his right arm and pointed at her face, "I warn you, tonight, don't let me see your face again, or you will bear the consequences!" ”

Luo Jia gritted her teeth, turned around and walked back to the bed, and threw the quilt on the bed.

Hmph, don't cover it, you deserve it!

Climbing back into the bed, she pulled the quilt to cover herself, rubbed her lower abdomen, which was still sore, and then remembered that she didn't take the water cup.

Turning his face to look at the disciple who was lying back on the sofa, Luo Jia looked at the cup on the coffee table again, but his brows were furrowed.

What should I do, if I don't drink some hot water, she will die of pain!

This guy is too domineering, I really want to slap him to death!

Luo Jia angrily thumped the pillow in her arms.

Looking at the soft pillow in her arms, she suddenly had an idea.

Slipping out of bed again, she raised her hand to put the pillow on her shoulder, carefully shielded her face and walked out, quietly touching the glass on the coffee table.

Hmph, he just said he wasn't allowed to let him see her face, it's okay to block her face now, right?!