After tasting the taste, when Ye Zhilu was about to take the second bite with his temperament, Rong He suddenly let go of her small mouth, and glanced down at her tucking a bath towel half-blocking her chest.

Although this bath towel didn't help, her shy and dazed little appearance had already made him dizzy.

"Go rinse so you don't catch a cold."

After speaking, Rong He lifted the faucet for her, and the hot water smashed on her head from the unkempt hair, blurring her vision.

Ye Zhilu let go of the corner of the bath towel, raised his hand to wipe his face, and saw Rong He indifferently turn around and leave the bathroom.

She pursed her lips in dissatisfaction and pushed the bathroom door shut.

Every time I do this, I haven't tasted it yet......

Ye Zhifu licked the corners of his lips unsatisfied, and there was still his residual gentle breath on his lips, and he couldn't help but sip it.

Why is Ronghe so sweet?

Sweeter than anything I've ever eaten!

Sometimes I know him very well, and sometimes I can't understand his mind.

Sure enough, a man with a high IQ can not be guessed by ordinary people!

Ye Zhilu finished taking a shower and wrapped a bathrobe again and went out.

As soon as he got out of the bathroom, a cold chill swept over, Ye Zhilu couldn't help but retract his arms, ran to the side of the bed with a shiver, and quickly got into the bed.

She bent her back and shivered as she wrapped herself in the quilt.

Sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and reading the magazine, he put down the magazine with his eyebrows in his eyes, got up from the rattan chair, and grabbed a dry towel on the way to the bed.

"I turned on the heat, and it may take a while for the indoor temperature to ease down."

As he spoke, he wrapped her wet hair hanging from her back with a dry towel and rubbed it gently.

"Okay......" As soon as Ye Zhiwei spoke, his upper and lower teeth couldn't help but fight.

Rong You's face sank for two points, and he asked coldly, "Where is the hair dryer?" ”

Ye Zhiru didn't want to stretch out his hand, so he lifted his chin in the direction of the bathroom.

"In the second drawer of the washstand."

Rong You followed his gaze, put down the dry towel, got up and walked to the bathroom.

When he came out again, he had an extra pink hair dryer in his hand.

After Ronghe plugged in the plug, he sat back in his original position, turned on the silent mode of the hair dryer, and shook her wet hair extremely gently, for fear that the action would be too heavy and hurt her.

Seeing this, the corners of Ye Zhifu's mouth couldn't help but smile.

usually looks cold, but when he does things, he is as warm as the little sun in winter.

Thinking of this, Ye Zhi couldn't help but shrink his shoulders and giggle.

Her suppressed laughter was neither loud nor small, and it sounded like she was screaming in pain in Rong He's ears.

He took some of the blow out of the way, poked his head over to her cochlear and asked, "Does it hurt?" ”

Rong and the warm breath blew into her ears, making her tickle, and she quickly turned her head and tightened her shoulders.

"No, no, you go ahead."

Rong He didn't respond to her and continued to blow her hair.

Ye Zhiwei wanted to hear his voice, so he began to take the initiative to find a topic.

"Brother."

"Hmm." Rong He answered her lukewarmly.

"Why did you come back so soon?"

"I want to see you." Rong He replied without hesitation.

Ye Zhiwei's heart throbbed, and a crispy and numb sense of electricity gradually spread and expanded.

Just when Ye Zhiqi was unable to calm down the torrent in his heart, the doorbell rang again.

Ye Zhilu suddenly straightened his back, remembering the dinner with Gu Xilin in the evening.