Luo Yichen's room was very pale in color, exactly the same as the owner's personality. White walls, white desks, white beds, pale blue sheets...... Things are neatly arranged, and it doesn't look like a boy's room at all.

Su Rourou is no stranger to this place. She used to come a lot, and she slept with him several times. Of course, that was all when I was a kid.

Since puberty, she has rarely come to his room. I've been here a few times occasionally, and I've sneaked in through the window in the middle of the night. Those few times were because Luo Yichen made her unhappy again, so she made a mess of his room while he was asleep. For a person with a habit of cleanliness like him, messing up his room is the best revenge for him!

Su Rourou threw her schoolbag on the desk and clapped her hands: "Excuse me, can I go?" ”

Luo Yichen continued to wipe his hair and didn't say a word.

This weird-tempered guy, if you don't speak, it means that you acquiesce! Su Rourou thought so, and was about to turn around and leave.

But his hand had just touched the doorknob, and he was held down by Luo Yichen again.

His large hand came up again, clutching hers tightly.

"Let it go!" Su Rourou tried to break free. This guy is addicted to touching her hands, isn't it?

"Don't let it go!" Luo Yichen's cold voice came from behind him.

Su Rourou turned around angrily, raised her head and looked at him: "I have already delivered the schoolbag to you, what else do you want!" ”

"My book, wet." Luo Yichen's eyes flashed, and his Adam's apple moved.

"So?"

"You're responsible!" Luo Yichen said word by word.

"How responsible?"

"Blow dry me!" Luo Yichen stood up, took out a hair dryer from the bathroom, and threw it to her.

Su Rourou had a black line: This guy is really difficult to serve!

But who let himself have a handle in his hand, she had no choice but to take the hair dryer and blow all the textbooks in her schoolbag.

In the interval between her blowing textbooks, Luo Yichen took the time to go downstairs.

Li Juan saw that there was only one person coming down, and she was a little puzzled: "What about Rourou?" Why didn't she come down, didn't she go back tonight? ”

Speaking of this last sentence, the originally puzzled eyes became ambiguous.

Luo Yichen knew what his mother was thinking, so he casually made up a reason: "Isn't her hair wet, blowing her hair in my room!" ”

"Oh, that's right." Li Juan stretched out the tail note with some disappointment, and handed him a cup of ginger tea in her hand, "This is for Rourou to warm her body, it's not good for girls to get cold." ”

Luo Yichen looked at her empty other hand and raised his eyebrows: "What about mine?" ”

"Nope." Li Juan replied as a matter of course, and went busily on her own.

Is this his own mother? Luo Yichen's eyes darkened, and he went upstairs with the cup of ginger tea.