Fairy?

Is there such a fairy?

In the mirror, she was unkempt like a beggar.

Turning around and taking the clothes that Jiao Yang had prepared for her from the bedside, she re-entered the bathroom, locked the door, took off the dirty clothes on her body and prepared to take a bath.

Turn on the faucet to test the temperature of the water, the opening on the forearm of the right hand is more serious, the hot water flows, and the rustling pain.

She subconsciously retracted her arm, examined the wound on her arm, and her eyes touched the faint scar on the little finger of her right hand, and she couldn't help but think of that person again.

Thinking of the scene when her finger hurts, he rushes into the bathroom and wraps her hand in plastic wrap into a rice dumpling.

In the future, there will never be a time like that again.

No matter how badly she was wounded, the man would not rush forward again, wrap up the wound for her little by little, and would no longer announce to her that if she let the wound get a little water, it would make her look good.

All of this, and never again......

Her heart throbbed, as if something was about to be torn apart.

Squatting down, Luo Xiaoqian cried silently.

It wasn't until she heard footsteps outside that she got up again, raised the back of her hand and wiped her face.

"Akane?"

Jiao Yang pushed open the door of the guest room and came in, didn't see her, and immediately called her name worriedly.

"I ...... I'm taking a shower and I'll come down in a while. ”

In the bathroom, her voice could be heard.

Hearing the thick nasal voice in her voice, Jiao Yang sighed silently, and then said in a brisk tone, "Two options, braised pork ribs, and tomato and egg noodles, which one do you choose?" ”

"I'll just do it."

"Okay then." Jiao Yang stared at the bathroom door for a moment, then turned around and walked out of the door, "Don't make me wait too long, if I cook the noodles and you haven't gone downstairs, I'll just break into the bathroom and arrest people!" ”

"Good!"

Luo Xiaoqian agreed softly, and stepped to stand under the shower, the hot water dripping through the wound hurts, but it can't compare to the pain in her heart.

Quickly washed her body and changed into the women's clothes that Jiao Yang had prepared for her, she had just opened the door when she heard a loud bang downstairs.

Taken aback, Luo Xiaoqian quickly ran downstairs.

When she came downstairs, she didn't see anyone in the living room, and noticed a light shining in a room, she hurried over, only to see Jiao Yang squatting on the ground, picking up the broken eggshell in front of him, his head was full of white or yellow egg fragments, and the kitchen was not spared, the pot was crooked to the stove, and the lid rolled out of the kitchen door, looking like it had experienced a war.

Walking over and picking up the lid of the pot on the ground, Luo Xiaoqian looked at Jiao Yang worriedly.

"It's not hurt, is it?"

Jiao Yang hurriedly raised his hand to stop her, "You don't have to come in, I'll just clean up by myself." ”

Walking into the kitchen and putting the lid of the pot on the stove, Luo Xiaoqian took the paper towel and bent down to clean up the messy ground with him, "What's wrong?" ”

Jiao Yang raised his face and grimaced at her, "I guess I'm the first to boil eggs into bombs, right?" ”

Luo Xiaoqian was speechless, threw the egg in her hand into the trash, raised her face to see the eggshell hanging from his hair, and she raised her hand to hold his shoulder.

“biedong。” Carefully removing the eggshell from his head, she withdrew her fingers, "You go take a shower, I'll clean it up here." ”

"The scalp is so itchy, can you help me see if there are still egg skins?"

Jiao Yang sniffed lightly, her hair hadn't been dried yet, wet and drooping on his face, the faint fragrance of hair was on the tip of his nose, it was rare to be so close to her, he didn't want everything to end so soon.