Watching her lips close one by one, watching the water in her hair slide down her neck and submerge into the clothes on her chest, Feng Chen's eyes moved slightly, and her usual calmness and rationality were also taken away by something in an instant, and she hugged Song Zhiyue's waist.

Song Zhiyue was almost lifted up by him, standing on her tiptoes and staring at him blankly.

Feng Chen's gaze fell on her bloodless lips, and his head pressed down little by little.

Song Zhiyue saw his handsome face getting closer and closer, and his heart suddenly accelerated.

Seeing that his lips were about to touch hers, a coughing sound sounded behind Feng Chen.

Song Zhiyue crossed her shoulder and saw Song Mu behind him, her face turned red, and Feng Chen let go of her.

"Xiaochen, this is Yueyue's father's clothes, I haven't worn them a few times, and I don't know if it's suitable, you can wear them first."

Mother Song wanted to give him clothes, but found that his hands were wet, and she was afraid that she would get wet and dry the clothes again, so she squeezed into the bathroom from the side of the dusty and hung the hook on the wall.

Feng Chen took a step back and let Song Mu get out of the way, and after Song Mu walked out, she stopped and looked at Song Zhiyue, who was hanging her head and her face was slightly red.

"Yueyue, what are you still standing for? Hurry down with me and take a hot shower in the bathroom downstairs, don't you feel bad in wet clothes? ”

Song Zhiyue secretly glanced at Feng Chen, and followed her mother downstairs.

She had some chills, and she couldn't wait for the hot water to boil, so she hugged her dry clothes and dried her hair.

When she put the hair dryer away, she thought of the scene just now, Feng Chen should have wanted to kiss her just now, right?

It's rare for him to take the initiative once, but he was sabotaged by his mother, and she was a little annoyed.

She took her wet clothes out of the room and went downstairs to throw them in the washing machine.

Mother Song saw that she threw her own clothes into it and began to wash them, and asked suspiciously, "Why do you only wash yourself?" What about Xiaochen's? ”

"I'll hand wash his clothes later." With that, she walked to the water cooler.

Mother Song didn't know that the clothes that sealed the dust were expensive and couldn't be washed in the washing machine.

Her own clothes were thrown into the washing machine, but they were hand-washed by dust, which made Song's mother a little unhappy.

Song Zhiyue drank a cup of hot water, warmed up a little, and then went upstairs.

She didn't go back to her room, but waited outside the bathroom.

Thinking that Feng Chen almost kissed herself just now, her heart was extremely excited.

After waiting for a while, the bathroom doorknob turned, and Dusty came out of it, his wet clothes in his hands.

Song's father is not as tall as him, and his clothes are barely worn on his body, but his pants are shorter, like eight-point pants.

"Washed so quickly?" She was surprised, is there hot water?

Feng Chen nodded and brushed his wet hair.

Song Zhiyue stepped forward and took the wet clothes in his hand: "I have a hair dryer in my room, you go and blow your hair." ”

The last time Feng Dust came to her house, he knew where her room was, and went to her room to blow his hair.

Song Zhiyue's room is very feminine, with pink curtains, and a poster of a certain star on the wall.

When he finished blowing his hair and came out of Song Zhiyue's room, he remembered that his watch was still on the sink.

When he came to the bathroom door, he saw Song Zhiyue squatting on the ground, washing his clothes.

Her back was to the doorway, her jet-black, shiny hair tied into a ponytail, revealing her fair skin.

In his mind, he suddenly thought of the urge to kiss her just now.