Then she took the towel and began to wipe her wet hair.

There was no hair dryer in the guest room, and after wiping it half-dry, she dialed it with her hand.

She had been waiting for Feng Dust to come and get her shower gel and shampoo, and she was afraid that she would fall asleep while waiting, so she took her mobile phone to play games.

More than an hour later, she heard footsteps passing by outside the door.

Then she heard the door next door open, then slam again.

She happily waited for Feng Chen's body wash and shampoo to come with her, but after waiting for half an hour, Feng Chen didn't come to knock on her door.

She walked around the room and waited for a few more minutes, but there was still no movement from the person next door.

She left the room with shower gel and shampoo and knocked on his door.

Feng Chen quickly opened the door, he had already taken a bath, wrapped in a bath towel, revealing his strong upper body.

He didn't wash his hair, only a strand of broken hair on his forehead was wet.

He looked at Song Zhiyue and asked, "Haven't slept yet?" ”

Although the two had already slept, seeing him shirtless, Song Zhiyue's face turned red instantly.

"I think you might want to use it, I'll bring it to you."

She stumbled and handed him the shower gel and shampoo.

Feng Chen took it and glanced at her slightly red face: "Doesn't it mean that you women pay the most attention to beauty sleep, and not sleeping after ten o'clock is tantamount to suicide?" ”

Song Zhiyue glanced at his flat chest muscles, lowered his head and muttered in a low voice: "It's not ten o'clock now." ”

"Do you want me to remind you? It's eleven o'clock now. ”

Song Zhiyue pretended to be abrupt: "Really? My phone is out of battery and turned off, is it already so late? I don't know. ”

Feng Chen didn't bother to think about whether she really didn't know, or if she was lying, and said gently: "Rest early." ”

Song Zhiyue winked at him: "Do you think that there is anything different about me tonight?" ”

Feng Chen glanced at her chest, she was wearing underwear in her pajamas today.

He looked away without a trace: "I didn't find it." ”

Song Zhiyue looked deflated: "Forget it, good night." ”

She turned and walked to her room.

Hearing the sound of the door closing next door, Feng Chen vaguely smelled that there seemed to be a fragrance in the air, a very faint fragrance.

But it's too light, and he doesn't know if it's his own delusion.

***

Song Zhiyue returned to the room, found the bottle of perfume from the box again, opened the lid and smelled it.

It's so fragrant!

Why didn't he smell it?

Could it be that there is less spraying?

She sprayed herself a little more, and the scent was a little stronger than before.

But after putting down the perfume, she didn't know what excuse to use to find Feng Chen.

She lay on the bed and tried to think about it, but when she thought about it, she fell asleep.

When she woke up the next morning, she washed up and went out of the room, just in time to see an aunt about forty years old coming out of the dusty room.

The aunt was holding a dusty dress in her hands, a black suit, and a royal blue shirt.

Judging by the color of the shirt, it looks like the one he wore yesterday.

Song Zhiyue asked, "Are you a part-time worker?" ”

When the part-time worker saw her, he looked surprised and nodded stunned.

"Do you want to wash the clothes in your hand?"

The hourly worker continued to nod.

"Give me his clothes, and I'll wash them."

The part-time worker didn't know what to call her, so he saved it and said directly: "Mr. Feng's clothes are all to be sent for dry cleaning." ”

Song Zhiyue: "I'll wash him by hand, it won't be broken." ”