I went to the kitchen again and boiled myself a pot of water.
It wasn't until her own tub was full that she lit the coals again and closed the door again.
snort!
At this time, looking at Yin Qingqing who was lying on the bed huddled up, Fang Ruofei smiled coldly.
After she took a bath, she sat there wringing her hair. At this moment, she couldn't help but miss the days when she had maids to take care of her.
When I think of this, I can't help but start to resent it all because of Yin Qingying. It's her fault that she has never been willing to move to Ouyang Mansion, otherwise she wouldn't be living like this.
Wait, she can get sick on purpose, and then... With no money left, Yin Qingying can't just watch herself feel uncomfortable like that!
When she thought of this, her eyes suddenly lit up.
She really wanted to live in Ouyang Mansion. One day was like three autumns after not seeing him. She already missed Ouyang Ye too much.
After thinking of this good idea, Fang Ruofei took off her clothes, opened the door and walked out.
She was wearing a thin undershirt, her hair hadn't completely dried yet, and she had just taken a shower, so her pores were open.
At this time, I was standing outside, with the cold wind blowing in the dead of winter.
It was so cold that Fang Ruofei's teeth started chattering after a while.
Thump, thump, thump.
She hugged her body with both hands. It was really too cold. At this moment, she really wanted to go back to a warm room, and she also wanted to sleep with a fragrant and soft quilt.
But when he thought of his purpose, Yin Qingming's heart became a little more fierce.
For a person who is so cruel to himself, what else can he fail to achieve
Yin Qingqing was sleeping under a warm quilt, looking at the silhouette in front of the door. The figure was trembling slightly.
"hehe-"
Yin Qingqing sneered coldly, this kind of person really works hard.
But she was sick... just sick.
When the time comes, she will regret it!
Yin Qingying hugged the quilt, turned over, and continued to sleep.
"Ah Qian - Ah Qian -"
Fang Ruofei was outside, sneezing one after another.
Finally, she couldn't bear it anymore and started to walk into the house.
It was so cold that my hair, which was not completely dry, was slightly frozen and very hard.
Fang Ruofei sat there, wrapped the naked quilt around her body, picked up a cup of hot water, and took a few sips.
After taking a sip, he spit out a puff of mist.
Although her body was affected by these things, she didn't feel any discomfort at all.
She was shivering all the time, even though she was already in a warm room and wrapped in a quilt.
After sitting there for a while, she walked to the bedside and slept outside, wrapped in a quilt, her eyes fixed on the dying candle.
There was determination in his eyes.
Until dawn, Yin Qingying got up. She put on her clothes and saw that Fang Ruofei, who was still asleep, had a flushed face. Obviously... she had a fever.
You asked for it, you deserve it, and you want to set a trap for yourself.
But holding her body like this is too cruel, or does she think too highly of herself
Thinking that she is such an important person in her own mind, can she not think so highly of herself