After Anya took a shower, she lay on the bed leisurely and read a book, the soft bed and the dim yellow light, the evening breeze blew in through the open window, blowing away the sweltering heat that should be in summer.

She always thought that the temperature in country D on the Indochina Peninsula would be much higher than that of the Han River, but when she came to country D, she realized that the climate here was hot and dry, much better than the humid heat in Jiangbei. And Inle Lake is a plateau lake, and the temperature will be lower than that of flat land, so it is no wonder that Slavi gave her a thick quilt.

Anya tucked her feet into a tofu-shaped blanket and read the translated novel, humming softly in her mouth. Outside the door, there was the sound of footsteps going upstairs, followed by the sound of the door closing next door.

It turns out that Slavie's room is on the other side, so he shouldn't have come over in the middle of the night to do anything to her, right? Probably not...... He said he wasn't interested in women with mold all over his body. If it weren't for the protection of herself, she wouldn't want to say that she was like this, and she wouldn't be sick!

Just in case, it's better for her to lock the door, but if the door is locked and the water ghost comes to her in the middle of the night, doesn't that mean that she and the water ghost will be locked in this small place, and the sky shouldn't call the earth spiritual? She'd better go and close the window first.

The window in this room is open upwards, and if you take a stick or branch to support it, then pick up the stick and the window will close itself, right?

"This wood is really tight...... Ah......h

Slavi, who lived across from her, heard loud collisions and screams, and hurried over to investigate:

"What's wrong?"

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Anya lying on the ground in a large shape with a wooden stick open open the window in her hand.

"What are you doing?" Slavi tossed the stick aside and crouched down to help her up. After Anya sat up, she pressed her forehead with one hand and the back of her head with the other, unable to speak in pain. "Hit your head? Let me see. ”

Slavi pulled away from her two small hands and saw that her forehead was red and swollen, apparently from the window that had fallen instantly, and the swollen bag on the back of her head must have been caused by hitting the floor. He helped her to sit on the bed, and he walked back to his room to get his medicine.

"Won't you even close the windows?" Slavi smeared some medicine, brushing away her bangs and rubbing the wound.

"It hurts."

"Don't move, or you'll go to see your big boss with a big bruise on your forehead." Slavi continued to rub her forehead with the base of his palm, just the right amount of force for Anya to be at his mercy with her eyes closed. "How the hell did you fall?"

"It's all you." It's you who scared me that I would have a water ghost, and I was hit by a falling window, and then my center of gravity fell backwards and hit the back of my head.

Of course, the latter paragraph is too embarrassing, she doesn't want to say it.

"It's all me? Blame me for not coming to close the window for you? The windows don't need to be closed, there are no mosquitoes here, and the indoor air circulation is kept open. Slavi pulled her over, pulled her hair to her chest, and drugged the back of her head.

"Humph!"

"Alright, I'm leaving." Slavi left the medicine and glanced at her before closing the door.

Anya climbed back into bed and lay down, falling asleep after reading two pages of the novel in her hand; Slavi, on the other hand, continued to sit at the dinner table, drinking tea and reading magazines.

"The magazines all say that my Italian name is Slavi Sikenny Germanotta, so you don't even realize it's a long way for you to sign a contract, stupid."

It is a miracle that your company has a secretary to the president like you, and it is a miracle that it can be in business today, does he really want to sign a contract with such a company?

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The next morning, Anya was awakened by the smell of food, and she picked up her watch to look at it.

"It's only past 6 o'clock, where are you going to get up so early?" Anya closed her eyes again, and suddenly woke up when she was about to fall asleep: "He wants to leave me and walk away by himself, so how can I get out?" Swimming? ”

Anya didn't care that she had messy hair and wrinkled clothes when she first woke up, and hurried downstairs to intercept Slavi, who was about to abandon her.

"Slavi, where are you going?" She jumped down and ran down, but slipped on the last two stairs: "It hurts......"

Slavi peeked out of the kitchen and saw her crouching on the side of the stairs rubbing her feet.

"I'm afraid that one day my house will sink because of you." He put down the spatula in his hand and walked over to help her up: "Yesterday I hit my head and today I hit my feet, you just hit her with iron." ”

Anya hurriedly grabbed his hand and refused to take a single step:

"You must be trying to sneak away while I'm sleeping, you can't leave me here, I still have to find Mr. Zhan, I still have a job ......"

Slavi grabbed her hand, dragged her to a chair and sat down, and went upstairs to take down the ointment he had left in Anya's room the previous night.

"I'm just going to the market." He handed the medicine to Anya and asked her to wipe it herself.

"Marketplace?"

"Otherwise, do you think these ingredients are being delivered?" Slavi turned and went into the kitchen and pulled out the small plate with the cream and jam.

Anya looked at the sun eggs, roasted toast, bacon and juice on the table, and was stunned for a moment.

"Isn't the market every day? Why are you in such a hurry? ”

"The floating market is only once every five days."

"Oh ......" floating market? Is it like Thailand? Merchants put goods in boats, and everyone rowed boats to trade on the water?

Anya still wants to ask, but looking at his nasty face, she will definitely complain about her again, forget it, just go.

"If you want to wash your face and brush your teeth, you can have breakfast, and if you don't, you can continue to sleep in your cage."

With, of course! Who knows if he will leave her here for the rest of her life and never come back. She can't row or swim, so how can she get out of this hellish place!

An hour later, Anya stood by the stairs near the water, waiting for Slavi to row the boat over, but in the distance she heard the voice of the motor and exclaimed:

"You have a motor boat?" The tone is as if he has a Ferrari.

"The canoe carries you again, it's too crowded."

"You don't complain about me for a day, you feel uncomfortable, don't you?"

"Miss An, we've known each other for less than a day." Slavi smiled and corrected her words, leaving Anya speechless for a moment. "Everybody goes to the floating market to exchange or buy something, so go find someone with your magazine."

"Oh." Oh, Slavi didn't remind her, she really thought she was going sightseeing!

The motor boat was in motion, and the engine was loud on the quiet highland lake. Anya sat on a small wooden chair, while Slavi sat behind her, steering the direction of the ship; The motor boat doesn't have to be rowed with oars, so he can sit and enjoy the scenery, and she feels more at ease.

Peace of mind? At least Slavi sat with her, with equal sights, otherwise she would have felt as if Slavi's sharp eyes would penetrate her, like a thorn in her back.

"Good morning, Slavi." The people who passed by their ships shouted and shouted.

"Good morning." He also responded politely.

"What are you talking about?" Slavi spoke to the man in Mandarin D, which she didn't understand.

"He asked me who you were, and I said you were a bandit."

"Liar, obviously he's telling you good morning." That expression, that tone, that gesture, even if you guess, you know it's good morning, hello or something.

"I know, I still ask."

"You...... Okay, forget it, for the sake of our fate only today, I won't fight with you. Anya didn't say much, deliberately trying to let Slavi hear it, but he just responded with a light smile:

"Are you sure?"

"What? Not sure if I can still open the audience callin, can I? ”

"Hahaha." Stupid!

Along the way, many boatmen greeted Slavi, and it seemed that his interpersonal relationship was not bad, but how to be close and neighborly in such a place? She was genuinely curious.