Ye Yiyi looked at the mirror, looked herself up and down, and comforted herself: This small body is not even a woman, right? I watched it.

After struggling to put on her nightdress, she took a deep breath and opened the door.

He Nanjin sat in the shadow of the room, and the floor lamp cast his silhouette on the wall, like a dream.

Ye Yiyi tried her best to show that she didn't care about what happened just now, "Mr. He, I made soup, do you want to drink it?" ”

He Nanjin looked at her, his eyes gradually stayed on her feet, and said lightly: "My slippers." ”

Ye Yiyi followed his gaze and looked at the pair of brown leather slips he was wearing on his feet, "Ah, it turned out to be Mr. He's." ”

After speaking, he still stood in front of He Nanjin and looked at him with a smile.

He Nanjin's eyes were deep and quiet, like a deep pool, making people unable to see their emotions.

Ye Yiyi looked at him for a moment, and then slowly bent down.

From He Nanjin's point of view, it was very much like she was about to take off her leather slippers.

Who knows, Ye Yiyi just touched the upper of the shoe, quickly straightened up, and said with a smile: "Mr. He, look, the slippers have been wet by me, I don't think you will want them again." ”

She deliberately raised her foot so that He Nanjin could see the small droplets on the slippers clearly.

Without waiting for He Nanjin to react, she said again: "Mr. He, I'll go out to see the soup first, and you can come out to drink it later." ”

"By the way, you also want me to see your wounds, I don't know if they were cracked during filming today." Her words were sincere, her eyes flashed with sincerity, and she looked like she was wholeheartedly thinking about He Nanjin.

He Nanjin's eyes narrowed slightly, and many emotions flashed in his eyes for a while, and after a while, he slowly stood up and stepped barefoot on the thin cashmere carpet.

The contours of his feet are well-proportioned, white to the point of almost transparency, in stark contrast to the dark carpet.

He walked very slowly, paused for a moment before coming to the shoe cabinet, and took out the hotel's uniform slippers and put them on his feet.

In the living room, Ye Yiyi had already put the stewed fragrant and bright soup in the celadon bowl, and when she saw He Nanjin coming out, she beckoned: "Mr. He, drink it while it's hot." ”

He Nanjin didn't have any expression on his face, he stared at the bowl of soup for a while, and said lightly: "It's poured." ”

The expression on Ye Yiyi's face didn't have time to change for a while, and the original smile instantly became very stiff.

"Smell the room and burn incense." He Nanjin didn't care about her expression, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if she was enduring something.

It took a lot of effort for Ye Yiyi to suppress the sudden rising fire, and replied softly: "Okay." ”

She glanced at the thin T on He Nanjin's body, walked to the window in a few steps, and was about to push open the window, when a mellow and light voice came from behind her, "Change the medicine first, and the smell of the medicine will disperse together." ”

Ye Miao's little caution immediately drifted again.

She secretly said in her heart: Isn't it just a pair of slippers, I wasn't just looked at by you in vain? It's all about me.

He Nanjin had already taken T off and was lying on the sofa with his back up, his injured arm exposed, and a thin layer of red faintly revealed on the gauze he bandaged yesterday.

Ye Yiyi turned around and saw the scene where the actor took off his clothes and spontaneously lay down, if it were a fan like Fang Ge, his screaming eyes would have red hearts.

But she didn't have that in mind.

In her previous life, she had seen countless beautiful men of all colors in the entertainment industry, and she had long practiced super high aesthetics and critical vision.

However, I have to admit that He Nanjin is lying in front of her like this, still without a shirt, and it is normal for her to have a little impact on her complexion.