The confession was decided by Song Huayi before she came to Zhan Shaoyin, but she only thought about the two outcomes of success and failure.

I didn't expect such a result, but at least it was better than being rejected by him.

It's just that she has a hunch that she may have no status in front of him in the future.

"I went to the house and washed my face, and I cried ugly."

Song Huayi sniffed, looked at him secretly, and then walked into the bathroom in the direction of his finger to wash.

Halfway through the washing of his face, Zhan Shaoyin took and handed her a set of clean dressing gowns, not hotel dressing gowns, but his own clothes.

Dark purple silk nightgown, he seems to like this material pajamas.

After putting the clothes on the shelf, Zhan Shaoyin asked her, "Have you eaten dinner?"

Song Huayi picked up the water in his hand to wash off the foam on his face, and because of the reason he had cried, his voice sounded a little muffled, "Eat a little." ”

"It means that you don't have enough to eat"

After Song Huayi wiped the water from his face with a towel, he glanced at him, as if he was not full and did not dare to speak.

"What do you want to eat?"

"Ramen."

After a few seconds, she added, "It's just that there is a restaurant on the street behind the hotel that is particularly delicious." ”

"You've been here before"

Song Huayi nodded.

Zhan Shaoyin muttered, "No wonder I didn't get lost." ”

After saying that, he walked out of the bathroom, closed the sliding door, and urged her, "Hurry up and wash." ”

Song Huayi saw his shadow flash back and forth twice outside the frosted glass door, and then heard the sound of the door opening and closing.

He must have gone out to buy her ramen.

Song Huayi breathed a sigh of relief at this time, and his expression relaxed a little.

She didn't bring a change of clothes, but when she had taken a shower, she picked up the dressing gown he had given her, pulled it away, and gestured at herself.

Before wearing it, he put it next to his nose and sniffed it, and he could vaguely smell the perfume he usually used.

seemed to feel that even wearing his clothes was a very ambiguous thing, Song Huayi covered his mouth and couldn't help snickering while putting his clothes on his body.

When she put it on, she found that his clothes were too wide and too long for her.

After tying the belt around his waist, he found that the neckline was a little open, Song Huayi grabbed the neckline with his hand, looked around, took off the hairpin pinned to his head and locked it at the neckline, so as not to be too exposed.

Bending down again to tie the hem of the clothes hanging on the ground, and hearing the sound of the door opening outside, Song Huayi rolled up his long sleeves and pushed open the bathroom door and walked out.

Zhan Shaoyin, who had just entered the door, looked up and saw her in this dress.

When he gave her the bathrobe, he didn't expect to be dressed so sultry by her.

Song Huayi was a little uncomfortable stared at by him, looked down at his clothes, thinking that he thought she was too strange to wear like this, pursed his lips and looked at him with some embarrassment and explained, "The clothes are too long." ”

Zhan Shaoyin unhurriedly retracted his gaze, pretended to walk calmly past her and into the house, and said as he walked, "It's because you're too short." ”

Song drew a nunu mouth and followed him into the house.

He put the ramen he had bought on the table, then turned around and picked up another dressing gown and walked into the bathroom.

Smelling the aroma of ramen, Song Huayi put aside the distracting thoughts in his head, sat on the futon, lifted the lid and ate it with relish.

He was always quick to take a shower, and he walked out of the bathroom before he was halfway through his meal. -->>

Song Huayi glanced at him, and his mind turned to take the initiative to find a topic, asking him, "Do you want to eat a little?"

Zhan Shaoyin looked at the chopsticks she handed over, and her eyes were disgusted and gave her a negative answer.

Seeing him sitting sideways on the edge of the bed and wiping his hair with a towel, Song Huayi didn't say anything more, buried his head and continued to eat his own.

"Permed my hair"

Song Huayi paused in the action of sucking the noodles, and then swallowed the mouthful of noodles before replying to him, "Well, I went to the barbershop with my mother and fourth brother yesterday to make it." ”

After speaking, she looked at him and asked again, "Is it good?"

"You look good, you can look good in any hairstyle."

Song Huayi's smile didn't have time to bloom, and he followed him with a sentence, "If you look average, no matter how delicate your hairstyle is, you can't see where it goes." ”

Song Huayi's eyes darkened, and he asked, "Then what do you look like in your eyes to be good-looking?"

"You have a good example in front of you."

Song Huayi snorted coldly, although she also thought he was good-looking.

"Then do you think Meng Qianjun is good-looking?"

Song painting is intended to be concerned with the comparison between women.

"If you ask this question, it means that you think she's good-looking."

Song Huayi didn't want to listen to this kind of roundabout answer, "Who do you think is better looking, me or her?"

"You ask this just to hear me say that you are better looking than her."

Song Huayi was even more unhappy, Zhan Shaoyin put down the towel in his hand to wipe his hair, and deliberately angry with her, she said, "It's not easy to see you come all the way to Japan to cry, so I'll satisfy you, listen clearly, I'll only say it once." ”

He paused for a second, "You're better looking than her." ”

False praise is naturally not a satisfactory answer for Song Huayi.

"Hurry up and eat, I won't wait for you to catch a plane if you don't get up tomorrow morning."

Song Huayi turned her grief and anger into appetite, picked up the bowl in front of her that was bigger than her face, and drank the soup in the basin.

"Hiccup" burped contentedly and glanced at him as he leaned against the head of the bed reading a magazine.

There was only one bed in the room, and there was only one quilt on the bed.

He only took up half of the bed, apparently twisting the other side to her.

Song Huayi got up and went to the toilet and brushed his teeth.

When he came out of the bathroom, Zhan Shaoyin was still reading a book in the same posture as before.

I didn't sleep well last night, I woke up early this morning, I didn't sleep in the afternoon, and I didn't close my eyes on the plane, Song Huayi was indeed a little tired.

Silently walked to the other side of the bed, sat on the edge of the bed, took off his slippers, gently lifted the corner of the quilt and drilled in.

His side of the quilt seemed to be emitting heat, and a burst of warmth hit him.

Song Huayi didn't dare to lean too close, leaving a big gap in the middle of the quilt.

After she lay down, she froze motionless for a few seconds, and it seemed as if she was not sleepy again.

Turning his head to look at him, he asked him in a soft voice, "Aren't you sleeping yet?"

Zhan Shaoyin took his eyes off the magazine, glanced at her and said, "I can't sleep alone"

Song Huayi looked at him with a slightly red face, and after confessing, she no longer disguised herself with words against her will.

watched Zhan Shaoyin put down the magazine in his hand, shrank down and lay down in the quilt, reached out and turned off the headlights in the room, leaving only a dim lamp at the head of his bed glowing faintly.

"He said he liked me, but he got into my bed and was so far away from me"