After sending Xiao Ye away, Zhu Qinghuan sat back on the sofa, read the script, and waited for Nanyang to wash her so she could go in.
After half an hour, the door of the bathroom finally opened, and the moment it opened, a pile of mist poured out from inside. Nanyang came out in the fog, with wet hair hanging on his shoulders, wearing Zhu Qinghuan's tea-white shirt, and walking out with two slender and cold white legs.
Zhu Qinghuan couldn't help but glanced at those long, seductive legs and wondered, "Didn't I get you pants?"
"broken."
Nanyang answered briefly.
Zhu Qinghuan brought her a pair of loose ripped jeans, and she couldn't find any other new pants here. But obviously, a strict person like Nanyang can't accept that a pair of trousers can be torn like that, so she would rather be naked than wear that kind of incomplete thing.
Zhu Qinghuan couldn't stop looking at Nanyang's chest. When Nanyang was walking, it was obvious that the place was shaking slightly, and the wet shirt also outlined the outline of the place beautifully. Zhu Qinghuan wondered again: "Where's the underwear? Didn't I get it for you too?"
"Small."
Another simple word.
All right.
Zhu Qinghuan couldn't help but glanced at Nanyang's chest again, and coughed dryly in his throat, don't look away and dare not look again.
He doesn't want to wear his pants because he thinks his pants are too small, and because he thinks his underwear is too small, so Nan Yang is only wearing a white shirt and a pair of underwear. Dressed like this, she still has to dangle in front of her eyes, grab a towel for a while, a hairdryer for a while, and bend over to pour a glass of water for a while. When she poured the water, Zhu Qinghuan almost buried her face in the script page.
In fact, with Nanyang's character, he would not allow himself to appear in such a disheveled place outside the bedroom. However, there are only Qinghuan and her in this room. Maybe Qinghuan is not used to being so candid with Nanyang, but thousands of years ago they rolled over the sheets, not to mention legs and breasts. Nanyang has not been seen by her anywhere.
But Zhu Qinghuan didn't know, she only felt that this woman seemed to be seducing her.
Moreover, it seems that he has indeed seduced her.
Zhu Qinghuan felt incredible that one day he would blush at a woman's body. Because she is already a perfect woman herself, with outstanding face and figure, it is enough to look at herself in front of the mirror. But now she began to suspect that she had never been interested in women before, was it just because she had not met a better woman than her, so she didn't like it or didn't like it? Is it true that once a woman with a face and body that surpasses her appears, she will actually be fascinated
Moreover, she is still wearing such a wide white shirt.
Wearing a white shirt with bare legs is too foul.
Zhu Qinghuan was a little embarrassed by her own thoughts. She buried her head and walked into the bedroom of the suite. She took out a pillow and a quilt and placed it on the sofa. She said to Nan Yang, who was blowing her hair, "It's still me who sleeps on the sofa. Sleep on the sofa?"
Nanyang's hearing was affected by the roaring hair dryer. She turned off the hair dryer and asked, "What?"
"Do you sleep on the sofa or I sleep on the sofa?" Zhu Qinghuan repeated with a good temper.
Nanyang held the warm hair dryer and nodded meekly: "I sleep."
Zhu Qinghuan paused for a while, then said: "Tomorrow, you can go to the studio with me. There is an interview that wants you to appear on the set. It's okay if you want or not, I can reject it."
"willing."
she replied.
Zhu Qinghuan hummed, took her change of clothes and walked to the bathroom, and started taking a shower as soon as the door closed.
Nanyang sat on the sofa and simply made his own bed. The quilt was covered by Qinghuan, and there was still the scent of her usual perfume, which was Kiehls musk perfume. It smelled like a very cool pen and ink scent, with a little cold and sexy in it.
Nanyang turned off the lights in the living room, put the quilt on his bare thighs, and felt the quilt with his fingertips in a daze.
The phone suddenly vibrated.
In the middle of the night, I still have the courage to disturb her, so it will be clear tomorrow night.
Nanyang didn't want to pick it up, but it kept shaking and was annoying, so he picked it up anyway.
"Old Ancestor, I want to say good night to you, I have already knelt down here." Cheng added in a pretentious manner tomorrow night: "Hurry up and ask me to forgive me."
From her perfunctory tone, you could hear how much she despised Bei Pu's etiquette. Nanyang has always been knelt down wherever she goes, because in ancient times there were distinct classes of superiors and inferiors, and Nanyang's status was high. All the disciples and even other sects in Jianghu would kneel down to greet her. More than 3,000 years ago, everyone knelt down in Nanyang, so tomorrow night Cheng didn't think there was anything wrong, and knelt happily together, but now that she has accepted the influence of modern culture, she is not willing to be like Mei Zhongli and the others. Kneeling and kneeling.
Even so, the cutscene must go, even if it's just a "kneel" on the lips.
"What's the matter?" Nanyang scratched the quilt casually.
"I just asked someone to find out that Qi Yi is a friend of Zhu Qinghuan, do you think this is a coincidence?" Cheng giggled tomorrow night, "My master and my little princess have become friends, after this Wouldn't it be more convenient?"
"...What do you want to say?" Nanyang asked lightly.
"I want you to help me find a bridge in the middle," Cheng sighed tomorrow night, "You don't know that Qi Yi's family is quite rich, although not as rich as Mei's, but the standard of living is definitely higher than most people. And she is from a scholarly family. Her parents are both university professors. She is also a teacher.
"That's her friend, not mine. I can't be the master."
"Aren't you two married now? What's yours and mine?"
"..." Nanyang was silent.
"Old Ancestor, I beg you, I beg you, can I kneel down for you? If I really kneel down for you, I can take a picture and send it to you to show my sincerity! I beg you, beg Are you..."
Tomorrow night, Cheng began to act like a spoiled child again. She used to act like a spoiled child again and again to seek the protection of Nanyang, otherwise the skin would have been opened and spent by Yuntang.
It turns out that if this trick worked 3,000 years ago, it works just as well today.
"All right."
Nanyang agreed.
"Thank you, thank you, I know that only the ancestors treat me the best in the world. I'll kneel down here for you, and you should rest early!"
Nanyang couldn't help hooking his lips: "Okay, no need to kneel. You can avoid kneeling in the future."
Tomorrow night, Cheng was quiet for two seconds.
"Really?" There was disbelief in her voice.
"Yeah." In fact, Nanyang didn't care about this aspect at all.
"You should have been spared a long time ago, this is called feudal dross," Cheng snorted with a smile in the evening, "You said that you have been kneeled all your life, and I don't know when I can ask you to taste what it is like to kneel on others. Son."
Kneel others.
The curvature of Nanyang's lips froze.
Kneel others
Didn't she... didn't kneel before
The fingers on the quilt curled up, clasping the curved pattern.
The expression on Nanyang's face slowly disappeared, and Ming Wancheng's voice in his ears gradually blurred.
She knelt down.
The fingertips began to tremble slightly. The humiliation that was rampant in her blood at that time crawled into her heart again familiarly.
At the beginning, Qing Huan discovered that she was the young master of the evil sect, and knew that Bei Pu killed her family in the name of decency more than ten years ago, so she insisted on severing ties with Nanyang. Nanyang was still seriously injured at that time. She was lying on the bed weakly to save her, using all the words she could think of to save her, and the most humble tone she could do.
But Qinghuan still wants to go.
So, Nanyang dragged his three broken ribs and crawled off the bed with difficulty, lowered his head that he had been proud of all his life, bent his knees, and knelt down in front of Qinghuan.
She said: I used to be too dull and reserved, and I didn't say nice things to you. It was all my fault. Qinghuan, I love you, I only love you in this life, I love you the most, except you, I have no attachment in this world, please don't leave me.
I beg you.
you don't want me.
Please, don't go, please.
That was the only time she knelt down to someone.
It was also the first time she used a humble tone to say the word "beg".
And Qing Huan sneered and said:
You are so ridiculous, Nanyang. Look at what you look like now, the cold and cold Nanyang that used to be like a god has long since disappeared. You are just a mortal who will fall into the love of your children, what else is there for me to miss
She also said, Nanyang, you are not worthy of being my master.
Then she left decisively, without any hesitation, without looking back once.
As soon as she left that time, she knew that they would face each other with swords one day in the future.
Nanyang's eyes were slightly red.
The door to the bathroom was suddenly opened, and Zhu Qinghuan walked out while wiping her hair. Nanyang looked at the identical face, and quickly packed up his emotions, so that all the grief was suppressed by indifference.
On the phone, Cheng Cheng hung up the phone tomorrow night, and only the main interface was on.
Zhu Qinghuan looked at Nan Yang who was sitting in the quilt, wiped her hair and asked, "Why are you still not sleeping?"
Nanyang did not speak.
"Is the light in the bathroom too bright and disturbing you?" Zhu Qinghuan looked at Nanyang, and seeing that she still didn't respond, she reached out and turned off the light in the bathroom. It was dark outside for a while, and only a little light remained in the crack of the bedroom door.
Nanyang finally said, "Aren't you blowing your hair?"
"I..." Zhu Qinghuan paused and lowered her voice, "I can take it back to my room and blow it."
Nanyang was silent for a moment and said, "There is no mirror in your room."
"… nothing."
Zhu Qinghuan took the hair dryer and pushed open the bedroom door, glanced at Nanyang who was sunk in the darkness, hesitated, and went in anyway.
Nanyang sat for a while longer. She had been driving for several hours at night. At this time, when the environment was dark, sleepiness swept up. The sofa was still soft, she lay down with her clothes on, wrapped tightly in the quilt with the scent of Qing Huan, and carefully hid her toes under the quilt.
Maybe it was because she was too tired, or maybe it was because the quilt smelled like a loved one. She slept very fast and deeply.
She sank to the point where she had always been in a light sleep and didn't hear the bedroom door being opened at all.
Zhu Qinghuan pulled her wet hair behind her ears and held her phone for lighting. She didn't turn on the flashlight function of her mobile phone. It was too bright. She was afraid of disturbing Nanyang to rest, so she just turned up the brightness of the screen a little and came out relying on the light on the screen.
In addition to the phone, she also holds a neatly folded charging cable in her hand.
When she just came out, she saw Nanyang's cell phone was on, glanced at it, and saw that it was only 15% charged. Nanyang came in such a hurry today, he didn't bring any clothes, and probably wouldn't bring a charging cable. If you wake up tomorrow and find that your phone is out of power, it will definitely be very inconvenient.
Zhu Qinghuan quietly picked up Nanyang's mobile phone from the coffee table, connected his own charging cable, and plugged it into the socket next to the sofa.
At the moment when the power is turned on, the screen lights up, but there is no beeping sound for charging.
There was a mute sign in the upper left corner of the screen.
Zhu Qinghuan had a gentle smile in his eyes. Nanyang really loves Qingjing too much. The mobile phone is silent all the year round. Like her character, she is low-key and silent. Even if he is worried about something, he will not say a word.
After all, she's a silly woman who only eats chocolate when she's angry.
She quietly walked into the bathroom again, and saw that Nanyang's underwear was hanging on the horizontal rail without washing. She could also guess that someone like Nanyang, who was used to being pampered, handed over all the clothes he changed to the nanny to wash. This time he came out alone, and he definitely didn't realize that the clothes needed to be washed by himself.
But if you don't wash it, what will you wear tomorrow? She didn't bring new ones, so she couldn't go out in a vacuum.
Zhu Qinghuan is not the kind of person who is kind enough to help people wash such intimate clothes casually. She is also a little hesitant, but when she thinks that Nanyang is her legal wife after all, it is very common to wash these small items for her. Besides, she really couldn't think of a better solution.
She set the screen of her mobile phone to be always on, placed it on the sink to barely illuminate it, rolled up her sleeves, and gently took Nanyang's underwear and panties.
The creamy bubbles and the soft fabric rubbed back and forth in her palms. She lowered her head, and when her fingertips brushed a certain piece of her panties, half of her face instantly turned red in the darkness.