Chapter 4 Where Does the Water Come From?
The man's face was taken for granted, "How can you wash your clothes without taking off your clothes in the shower?" There are usually five or six palace maids waiting for the king when he bathes. Now I can only trouble you. Xue Hao threw the bath towel over, just to cover his good figure with eight-pack abs, and shouted, "Who will help you take a bath?" Put it on. I'll teach you how to turn on the faucet. She walked over and shouted, "I don't even know the faucet, I really don't know if I'm really stupid or pretending to be stupid?" ”
The man's face turned green with anger, and he thought: Xue'er is so bad, she actually said that I was a fool? Hum! Xue Hao opened the faucet, and the white water squirted out at once. The man was startled, he wanted to ask but was afraid of being ridiculed, he walked over slowly, stretched out his hand to try, the water was warm, very comfortable. Seeing his cautious appearance, Xue Hao had the idea of playing tricks on him in her heart. While he was not paying attention, she suddenly screwed the faucet to the hot water, and the hot water slammed into the man's hand, and he was so hot that he shouted: "It's burning to death!" ”
Xue Hao hurriedly twisted to the right, and the water temperature immediately dropped. The man suddenly realized: "Are you kidding me?" "No, no, it's just a mistake." Xue Hao waved his hand again and again. The man was not annoyed, but was full of curiosity, staring at the faucet, as if trying to figure out what was going on. Xue Hao explained: "Twist the left is hot water, twist the right is cold water, you can try it yourself." With that, he walked out of the shower room.
The man stood on tiptoe, he was already 1.8 meters tall, and his head was almost touching the shower hanging high on it. Water was constantly flowing from the tiny holes in the shower. Where does the water come from? He couldn't figure it out. But he has a strong ability to learn, and Xue Hao has only taught it once, and he has firmly remembered it. He twisted left and right, the water was hot for a while, cold for a while, but the water was sprinkled on his body, and he felt quite comfortable.
What are those round bottles and jars of all kinds next to it? He twisted it and opened it, which was probably a wash. He poured some out, pale green in color and fragrant. Applied to the body, it is slippery, and the black hands are clean at once. He rinsed comfortably for a while, only felt comfortable, so he put on a big towel and wanted to push the door open and go out, but he couldn't push it away no matter how hard he tried. He shouted, "Come and open the door for me!" Why can't the door be opened? ”
Xue Hao didn't believe it, wouldn't she? Won't even open the door? "You put your hand on the doorknob, press down, and the door opens." Xue Hao stood by the door and shouted. When the man saw a figure-seven thing on the door, he thought, "This is probably the doorknob?" He pressed hard, and the door opened.
"Hey! Where did you come from? How can you act like an alien and not know anything? "Aliens? Who is here? I don't call Hey, don't you remember my name? Also, didn't I tell you that I came from the Ning Dynasty? ”
Xue Hao waved her hand, "How do I know what your name is?" I only met you for the first time today. But she added in her heart, although it is common in dreams. The man was a little disappointed, he said sadly: "You said you would never forget me, we have only been separated for a few months, and you don't know me." I'm Ling Han! ”
This poem immediately came to Xue's mind: "Ling Han's bird left the king, and the cicada fell asleep in midsummer." Immediately, she waved her hand violently, as if to drive away the strange thoughts in her mind, hey! What's this? Forget it, don't think about it, it's important to sleep. She pointed to the sofa and said angrily, "Okay, let's go to bed first, I'm tired too." You're going to sleep on the couch tonight. "Sofa? Out of bed? "That's my relative's bed, I can't sleep on you."
Ling Han muttered, "It's so ruthless, you won't even give me a bed to sleep on." He walked over to the couch and lay down, a little dissatisfied. The sofa is soft, but unfortunately it is too short, and there is nowhere to put the long legs. He could only curl up and close his eyes. Maybe he was too tired, although a little uncomfortable, but he soon fell asleep.