But Qu Yan has always been a person who admits death, and said that Jiang's mother has a bad waist, that is, she can't sleep with her.

So Qu Yan insisted on sleeping in a room with Jiang Nian, but Jiang Nian and Ren Fang couldn't refuse directly, so they had to agree in the end, but when Qu Yan put her luggage, Jiang Nian was pulled into a small corner by Ren Fang and muttered a lot.

Jiang Nian nodded, well-behaved: "I know, Mom." ”

Ren Fang breathed a sigh of relief: "Go quickly." ”

Looking at the back of Jiang Nian leaving, Ren Fang seemed to have unloaded his strength, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead....

—

When Jiang Nian returned to the bedroom, he saw that the noble lady was looking at the room with curiosity.

Qu Yan commented silently while watching.

Jiang Nian's room was the opposite of her person.

Jiang Nian has a cold temperament, and he usually doesn't like to talk much, but he does things safely, and the clothes he usually wears are dark except for the school uniform.

But her room was different.

It's a gloomy ocean blue tone, and just looking at it makes me feel like a girl with a sunny and unrestrained heart. But if you turn your gaze away from the décor to her personal belongings, you will find that she is still the same person, and the tone will always prefer to be lower.

After Qu Yan hung up the dresses in the suitcase one by one, she returned to her previous magnificent and arrogant appearance, unlike the polite and sincere obedience with Jiang Mu outside: "I want to bathe." ”

Jiang Nian's room has its own bathroom, and after the hot water is filled with the bathtub, it doesn't matter if there are petals, because she is now 'under the fence' anyway.

"Take off your skirt for me." She commanded.

Jiang Nian closed his eyes and approached her obediently, his fingertips trembling slightly to touch the zipper on her back.

They were so close that he could bury the tip of his nose in her hair as soon as he lowered his head, and the mere breath of her favorite rose balm was filled with the faint scent of her favorite rose.

This kind of thing is often done in school.

This aristocratic lady changes her clothes and bathes three times a day; So over time, it gradually became a habit, just close your eyes and try not to touch her body.

But if you don't touch it, how can it be?

Every time he felt his fingertips touch the slippery skin, he felt as if his fingertips were being put in a fire, burning all the way to his heart, burning his limbs and bones unbearably, as if they were being eaten by countless ants.

Terrible experience.

"Miss Qu, do you have any other instructions? If not, I'll go out first. Jiang Nian's eyes were still closed, and his ears were as hot and red as before. He seemed very uncomfortable, and it should be said that the longer he stayed here, the more uncomfortable he became.

"Yes."

Qu Yan squinted her eyes slightly and looked at Jiang Nian, she couldn't help it for a while, pinched her cheek directly, and even had an urge to go directly to open her eyes: "Why do you close your eyes every time, now, I will order you to open your eyes and look at me, when I take a bath, what is so terrible, is it like a flood beast?" ”

Qu Yan has long been dissatisfied, and she has endured it until now.

It is very disrespectful to close your eyes, but you are taking off your clothes and bathing, they are both women, what is there to avoid, Jiang Nian is disrespecting her.

and—

In the past, when she bathed, the servants served from beginning to end.

This Jiang Nian gets a higher salary than all of them, but she is always slack, every time she helps her take off her clothes and leaves, and she needs to wash her body and long hair by herself.

Feeling the warm touch coming from his cheeks, Jiang Nian was directly stunned, a little helpless and half-squatted there, the heat on his ears spread all of a sudden, and his always calm and self-contained voice inevitably trembled slightly: "Miss Qu... I guess you shouldn't need me now, I'll go out first. ”

With that, he fled out of the bathroom.

After slamming the bathroom door shut, he began to hide himself in an inconspicuous dark corner, constantly soothing his pounding heart.

It's a habit I've cultivated since childhood.

As long as he encounters something that is difficult to control and messes him up, he habitually wants to hide in a small corner where no one can find him, until he thinks of a good solution to the problem.

My heart was beating so fast just now that I almost thought it was going to burst out of my throat.

And also...

The face is so hot, it's hot.

It's hotter than your ears.

Thinking like this, Jiang Nian habitually rubbed his hot ears, but the more he rubbed it, the more he couldn't relieve it. He breathed violently, his long eyelashes fluttering slightly, covering a pair of dark eyes that were not shiny and obscure.

**

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly there was a shout in the bathroom: "Jiang Nian, do you have pajamas?" ”

Qu Yan had a headache, she originally thought that the holiday was spent at Qu's house, so she didn't put her pajamas in the suitcase, but she didn't want her to come to Jiang Nian's house halfway.

Naturally, her dresses can't be worn as pajamas, because they are extremely cumbersome, if she really wears them, Qu Yan is 100% sure that she will not be able to sleep all night.

Pajamas?

His?

Jiang Nian didn't really want to give it, so he replied in a sullen voice: "... No. ”

Qu Yan: ......

"Do you have any clothes, then? Whatever you want, just give it to me. ”

After a long time, there was a sound of rustling outside the bathroom, and then the cabinets were turned over, and then the bathroom door was pushed open from the outside.

A set of clothes was hung up on a drying rack and sent in.

Qu Yan: ......

She suddenly felt that she should have a headache even more because of the maid outside who suddenly disobeyed discipline.

Jiang Nian's clothes were very large, and what she sent in was a complete set, with tops and pants.

Qu Yan only wore a top.

On the one hand, the pants kept falling down even when they were worn; On the other hand, this blouse is almost knee-length when worn on her, and it can be worn as a skirt.