When Lu Qilin heard this answer, his handsome face remained as deep as ever.
These shirts were hung neatly in the closet and didn't look like old clothes kept for washing.
Lu Qilin saw through Lu Che's words with one stroke: "The clothes for changing are hung in the closet... Lu Che, what is your habit? Or are the other clothes in the closet for changing?"
Lu Che's scalp tingled and he felt that the breath from Lu Qilin blowing on his ear when he spoke was really itchy.
She unconsciously shrank her neck forward and explained, "Because they are the young master's clothes, I put them in the closet. If they were my own clothes, I would just throw them in the laundry basket."
In case Lu Qilin didn't believe him, Lu Che gritted his teeth and explained, "I did this to respect the young master, to separate your clothes from mine. In the past, there was a nanny, and she did this kind of thing. This time the nanny is not here, and I am doing it for the first time. If the young master is dissatisfied with anything, you can point it out, and I will definitely change it."
Very good, very good.
When Lu Qilin heard him calling him "Young Master" all the time, and his official manner made it clear that he wanted to distance himself from him, his already cold face became even gloomier.
But although Lu Qilin was angry, he was not stupid.
He did not forget that two shirts were missing from his closet.
He had a photographic memory, so he naturally remembered that he had not worn these two shirts recently.
The man looked around calmly, trying to find more clues, his dark eyes fixed on the simple and clean bed on the inside.
Lu Qilin suddenly grabbed Lu Che's waist and lifted him up.
"Ah..." Lu Che's feet were suddenly suspended in the air, and he let out an uncontrollable cry.
She subconsciously clung to Lu Qilin's broad shoulders, but the next second she felt dizzy.
When Lu Che found his support again and rested his back on the hard mattress, she was already firmly pressed under Lu Qilin.
The scent of a mature man lingered in her nostrils.
When Lu Che opened her eyes slightly, she saw Lu Qilin's hard and broad chest. The tight and explosive muscle lines reminded her of the intimate actions she had with this man in the past few nights.
Lu Che's eyes flickered slightly, and the tips of his ears turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Xiao Che, do you like me?" Lu Qilin's low and deep voice sounded at this time.
The man who was filled with an intense coldness just now put aside all his coldness at this moment, and spoke in an extremely low and gentle voice, even with a hint of joy.
Lu Che was slightly stunned, obviously not expecting Lu Qilin to ask this.
She thought the young master was angry with her and didn't want to pay attention to her. He knocked on the door in the middle of the night with such a cold and scary attitude. She thought he was here to call her to task.
I never expected why Lu Qilin's attitude suddenly changed.
“I… Young Master… I… I don’t know what you are talking about.” Lu Che was truly confused.
I have no idea why Lu Qilin's attitude changed so quickly, and I'm not sure how to face him.
Should he pretend that nothing happened, or should he apologize to the young master? Lu Che didn't understand and was unsure. He could only look into the man's dark and deep eyes with an extremely innocent attitude.
However, Lu Qilin regarded Lu Che's attitude as hypocrisy.
He extended his slender index finger and gently scratched the tip of Lu Che's upturned nose, and said in a coaxing tone: "How long do you want to lie to me... You secretly hid my clothes in the closet, and even covered the bed with the sheets I changed. Xiao Che, you actually like me, and you have always liked me secretly. Am I right?" (To be continued)