Yan Nian glanced at it, turned away, and handed over the nightgown in his hand.
"You, your clothes, here you go!"
"Did you wash the clothes I put in the washing machine?"
He asked calmly, his tone was normal, and there was no embarrassment or shame at all.
When he took the nightgown, his fingertips touched hers, feeling the contrast between warmth and coolness.
It was just a moment of contact, and Yan Nian felt as if he was going to explode.
"I'm going out!"
It's fatal, it's fatal.
Why is it so bad today
Then I thought about it.
Jiang Beiyuan's figure is really great. What if another woman saw it
Whenever Yan Nian thinks about Jiang Beiyuan being seen by others, especially Xu Anqing, he feels the urge to kill! !
…
The water vapor in the bathroom gradually dissipated, and a man's handsome face was reflected in the mirror.
Exquisite facial features, long eyebrows like new leaves, long and narrow deep peach blossom eyes, long and curled eyelashes, deep eye sockets, the bridge of the nose and nasal bones are just right, and the perfect arc is formed between the sharp thin lips and the jawline.
Jiang Beiyuan wiped his wet hair casually and threw the towel aside.
The black hair is half dry, and the hair on the forehead is messy and unruly.
He subconsciously glanced sideways at himself in the mirror, and raised his hand to rub his clear chin.
Ten years can really change a person.
Especially men.
From the changes in temperament and aura, to the growth of facial features and contours, it is a transformation from head to toe.
It's like a golden cicada taking off its shell.
After the golden cicada has shed its shell, it is difficult for people to recognize it as the original cicada turtle.
Unless, the old friend has a deep impression on you.
However, the old friend he cared about was never distracted.
Thinking this, Jiang Beiyuan rubbed his forehead and smiled bitterly.
Suddenly I felt relieved.
In ten years, she forgot about Jiang Ting, which only meant that she didn't like him enough.
Nowadays, this is quite good, at least—
He would never let her forget Jiang Beiyuan again.
Jiang Beiyuan was about to walk out of the bathroom, stroking the empty ring finger of his left hand.
His eyes narrowed twice, and he hurried to the bathroom. He found the platinum ring forgotten next to the bathtub. He breathed a sigh of relief, put it on again, and then walked out.
Then he saw Yan Nian in the bedroom outside.
Yan Nian squatted on the ground.
There was a large black suitcase open in front of her, with shirts, underwear, and socks inside, neatly stacked one by one and in order.
He felt soft and walked over to pull her up.
"I'll clean it up myself early tomorrow morning. Your legs haven't healed yet, so don't be too tired."
"It's okay. I feel like my leg is almost healed. I'll go ask Zhang Fan tomorrow if the cast can be removed!"
"It's not too late to ask again when I get back."
He pulled her up, hugged her from behind, and rubbed her hair with his resolute cheek.
"Don't do this kind of thing in the future. Your husband will feel uncomfortable after seeing it."
Yan Nian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "I'll help you pack your luggage. What's wrong? You're not tired!"
"I don't like you humoring me."
His head moved downwards, and his jet-black hair was slightly cool, rubbing against her soft shoulder.
(End of chapter)