If Ruan Jiaojiao couldn't see that Fu Qiran was deliberate, then she would be a fool.

"Mr. Fu, you did it on purpose." Ruan Jiaojiao stared at Fu Qiran and said.

Fu Qiran nodded undeniably.

"Well, I did it on purpose."

Jiaojiao Ruan: ......

"Mr. Fu, you said this very reasonably." Ruan Jiaojiao said around the bath towel.

Fu Qiran nodded again, "It's quite reasonable." ”

He stood up and looked at his suitcase, which was soaked in clothes.

"Jiaojiao, my clothes are wet."

When Fu Qiran said this, there was a touch of innocence in his expression.

Ruan Jiaojiao didn't know what to say for a while.

She glanced at Fu Qiran, snorted lightly, turned around and closed the bathroom door.

Fu Qiran looked at the closed bathroom and chuckled.

"It's a pity, Jiaojiao's clothes are wet."

He muttered, but the smile on his lips revealed his truest thoughts.

In the bathroom, Ruan Jiaojiao looked at herself in the mirror and pursed her lips.

I had no choice but to change the bath towel into a skirt.

Ruan Jiaojiao spread out the bath towel, then wrapped her body, and pulled the two ends in front of her to merge.

Now, you need a fixture.

Ruan Jiaojiao looked at it, and her eyes fell on the necklace placed next to her.

She picked up the necklace, wrapped the towel over it, and tied a knot behind her with the ends pulled apart.

In this case, a simple skirt is complete.

Although the bath towel is a little short, it can only simply wrap the buttocks, but ...... It's better than wearing nothing at all.

Ruan Jiaojiao took a deep breath, and after making sure that there was no problem, she opened the door and walked out.

Fu Qiran saw Ruan Jiaojiao come out, and casually put the cup aside.

"Jiaojiao looks good in this way." He first praised, "But Jiaojiao, are you sure you want to sleep with a bath towel?" ”

"I'm sure!" Ruan Jiaojiao said very stiffly.

This matter was deliberately done by Fu Qiran, and she was very sure.

That's why she's so right.

Fu Qiran sighed with some pity.

"Then I'll go take a shower first."

As he spoke, he walked towards the bathroom.

Ruan Jiaojiao breathed a sigh of relief.

She quickly blew her hair, and then ran to the bed and lay down.

She wrapped the quilt so tightly that she couldn't see anything.

When Fu Qi dyed it, he saw Ruan Jiaojiao, who almost wrapped herself in a silkworm baby.

He chuckled, picked up a hair dryer and blew it.

After blowing, he walked straight to the bed.

Ruan Jiaojiao grabbed the quilt and looked at Fu Qiran without blinking.

"Jiaojiao." Fu Qiran sat down.

Ruan Jiaojiao replied with a "hmm".

Fu Qiran lifted the quilt and didn't lift it.

His eyes were lowered and a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"Jiaojiao, you don't want me to sleep? Well? ”

Ruan Jiaojiao nodded, and neither did she shake her head.

She hesitated for a moment and asked in a low voice, "Why don't you get dressed?" ”

"I wore it." Fu Qiran pointed to his loose shorts and said, "I came in a hurry, I didn't bring pajamas, only two pairs of loose shorts." ”

At the end, he asked, "Aren't normal men sleeping in shorts?" ”

Ruan Jiaojiao tilted her head and muttered in a low voice: "Then aren't you a normal man if you didn't wear shorts to sleep before?" ”

Fu Qiran raised his eyebrows, bent down, leaned into Ruan Jiaojiao's ear and said, "Before I met Jiaojiao, I was indeed not a normal man. ”