Gently hugged Ah Cheng and comforted him softly, the corners of his eyes were a little moist, although he still didn't say a few words, but the whole person was obviously relaxed, which made Zhou Jinhuan somewhat comforted.

When she returned to her room, the corners of her mouth curled unconsciously.

Gently untied Luo Shang, pulled the cyan bed, bypassed the inky broken jade screen, and got out of the bath.

When the warm water overflowed her collarbone, a stream of heat went straight upward, making everything around her hazy, and the feeling was so pleasant that it made her a little groggy, and her black hair like a waterfall floated on the soup like seaweed.

She didn't know exactly when she woke up, she only felt that the closed door squeaked, she was a little dizzy, but this sound made her very sensitive, especially afraid that Zhao Yu would come, so she hurriedly came out of the bath, wanting to put on clothes and go out again, but looking at the empty screen, she wanted to cry without tears.

Zhao Yu almost never came to her boudoir, he usually only went to the hall of the White Egret Pavilion, so that she never had the consciousness of wearing the whole thing in her room, and when she took a bath, she just threw her clothes on the bed, coming and going naked.

This bad habit is almost killing her.

Looking down at his current state, he thought that if Zhao Yu came in and saw Hongguoguo's self, he would know what would happen without thinking about it.

So, she tiptoed again, walked lightly to the bath, I don't know if she was too nervous, at the moment of entering the water, her feet slipped, and she fell into the bath all of a sudden, and the screams that couldn't be concealed came out, she couldn't wait to bite off her tongue: What the hell is this, what kind of plot is this, what is Zhao Yu doing in my room so late?

I thought a lot, wishing that the fall could make me faint, but this is not the case, through a little candlelight, a figure is slowly approaching, with a sense of oppressive footsteps, Zhou Jinhuan felt that his heartbeat instantly soared to 280, cold sweat with hot water steam dripping into his eyes, a little spicy pain......

Just pretend to be dead, Zhao Yu won't be so taboo, right?

said that it was too late and that was fast, just when Zhou Jinhuan was brewing emotions and wanted to pretend to be dead, the people behind the screen gradually revealed their true faces: slightly enchanting phoenix eyes, tall nose, originally ruddy lips are a little white at the moment, and the originally dusty white clothes are a little bloody at the moment.

I haven't seen him for a few days, it turned out to be him, Xiao Jingzhi.

Presumably he never thought that it would be such a goodbye, Xiao Jingzhi's originally fair face had an obvious crimson, and the speed of the crimson climb was too fast, from the cheeks to the ears to the neck, like a malaria infection.

"That ......" At the moment when he looked at Zhou Jinhuan, Xiao Jingzhi hurriedly turned his head, who knew that he hit the screen all of a sudden, not light or heavy, but the sound was loud.

"I don't know if this is Miss Zhou's boudoir, and if you are offended, please ...... girl" Xiao Jingzhi walked out as he spoke, but Zhou Jinhuan laughed a little happily: "Lord Xiao's words are not clear, is it unseemly to be so reckless?"

"I really didn't come in unintentionally, and I didn't mean to slight the girl. What else did Zhou Jinhuan have to say, Xiao Jingzhi had already walked outside the screen, and she could only shout: "My clothes are on the bed, can Lord Xiao move over and hand me the clothes?"