Can you sleep back?

Yan Zhizhou couldn't help but knock her on the head: "Don't talk nonsense, which eye of yours saw me disappointed."

Fu Xin clasped his wrist and snorted: "You are duplicitous."

Yan Zhizhou also snorted from her: "Where's the face?"

Fu Xin smiled and responded: "Don't do it, throw it away."

Yan Zhizhou raised his eyebrows: "I'll pick it up and paste it for you."

After saying that, he pretended to reach out and pat her face.

"Hey, don't shoot blindly, my tender face that can be broken by you will be damaged by you twice." Fu Xin broke the hand on his tender face, laughed, and said after a while, "I suddenly remembered, did we lie down without taking a shower last night?" ”

Yan Zhizhou was stunned for a moment and nodded: "It seems to be true."

Originally, I was going to take a bath, but I was caught off guard by this little drunk, and the bath plan was shattered.

The two looked at each other speechlessly.

After two seconds, Fu Xin silently pushed Yan Zhizhou away, and spoke first shamelessly: "Don't touch me, you dirty child."

Yan Zhizhou: "......"

Okay, he doesn't bother with the dirty kid on the other side.

"You wash it first, and I'll explore today's route."

Fu Xin responded, hugged a set of skirts, ran to take a shower, closed the door and suddenly opened the door, poked his head out, and chuckled: "Senior, do you like men's clothing or women's clothing?"

Yan Zhizhou's eyelids jumped, and he forced out two words: "It's all right."

Anyway, the return rate is just as high.

Anyway, this guy is just as flirtatious.

Anyway, Jiang Chuhuai is his.

When Fu Xin heard this, she went to take a shower again, and when she came out, her hair was wet, so she wiped it casually and didn't care.

When Yan Zhizhou saw it, he led her to the side of the hair dryer and carefully helped her blow it.

Fu Xin couldn't help but say: "Anyway, my short hair is pretty fast, it doesn't matter if I blow it or not."

Yan Zhizhou's slender fingers ran through her soft hair and replied: "The air conditioner in the room is too cold, it's better to blow it."

Fu Xin's hair is very soft, and the freshly washed hair still has a faint fragrance, which smells very comfortable.

Yan Zhizhou couldn't help but ask, "Don't you plan to have long hair?"

"Huh?" The sound of the hair dryer was so loud that it took Fu Xin a while to realize what he was talking about.

She bent the corners of her mouth, with a smile in her eyes, and opened her mouth to tease the senior: "What, when I have long hair and waist, the senior marries me home?"

The corners of Yan Zhizhou's mouth twitched, and he secretly said that this guy is really skilled in teasing people.

He said expressionlessly: "Actually, you don't have long hair and waist."

How long will it take to wait for this short hair to become waist-length hair, Yan Zhizhou felt that he had better cut corners for her.

As he spoke, he put the hair dryer back.

Fu Xin couldn't hold back her laughter at all: "Hahahahaha!"

In the past, she only flirted with her seniors, but now she has been teased, and there is a subtle but funny feeling.

She stood on tiptoe and "poofed" on Yan Zhizhou's cheek, obviously satisfied with this answer.

Just when she was about to turn around and slip away after stealing kisses, Yan Zhizhou gently clasped her wrist, pulled someone to him while she wasn't paying attention, and also "poofed" her face.

Fu Xin pretended to be disgusted, deliberately took out a tissue and wiped it, and pouted: "It's all saliva, you dirty child."

Yan Zhizhou's expression changed in an instant, and when he glanced at her cheek, he knew that she was talking nonsense.

He echoed perfunctorily: "Yes, kissed your blown-up face, right?"

This time, Fu Xin held his stomach and laughed.

The eternal problem, why does the senior have to tell jokes with this cold and expressionless face, doesn't he know that his expression itself is a joke?