Ms. Zhao's voice disappeared before Xiang Wan reacted.
His face immediately turned red, and he said, "I'm sorry."
Yu Zhou raised his eyes and looked at Wan, who looked a little bewildered. He glanced at her expressionlessly and said, "Make a face."
"Um?"
"It will take me a long time to explain. Just make a face and I'll forgive you." She wasn't really angry, but she really wanted to see the lady make a face.
Xiang Wan really asked her cautiously: "Make... faces?"
She won't.
Yu Zhou then raised his hand, pinched her cheek and gently pulled it outwards. Her eyelashes jumped, her lips were pulled apart, and he looked at her in a funny and dazed way.
Hahahaha, it's so funny to see such a proud person being treated like this, Yu Zhou is happy.
Xiang Wan had never been pinched on the face before, and she was confused and in pain. She instinctively raised her hand to hold Yu Zhou's hand.
But the fingertip on his left hand was still there, sticky and sticky on the back of Yu Zhou's hand. Yu Zhou glanced at it. A little pink in the white... It was really astringent.
Xiang Wan reacted, quickly withdrew his hand, and lowered his head to take off the finger gloves.
Yu Zhou also let go and watched her roll the finger sleeves off swiftly.
After all, she is the daughter of the Prime Minister. Her hands are so tender. It's just a pair of finger gloves, but it can make her hands red.
No, this red is suspicious.
She looked over to Xiang Wan and took out a piece of paper: "Wipe it."
Could it be that the condom has faded
Xiang Wan took it and wiped it. The color did not fade, but it was still very red. She reached out and scratched the base of her finger, and another small spot turned red.
"Hiss..." Yu Zhou looked carefully, "Are you feeling a little itchy?"
“A little.”
"I hope I won't be allergic to it!" I haven't used it for a long time, and I don't know how long the shelf life of this thing is.
She stood up quickly, took Xiang Wan's hand and walked to the bathroom: "Wash it first and see if it still itches."
Xiang Wan followed his instructions and went to the bathroom. Yu Zhou turned on the faucet for her and said, "Wash it twice more. Sometimes I get allergic reactions when I cut yams, so I have to wash them very thoroughly."
Ms. Zhao was still shouting outside: "Are you going to eat or not?"
"I'm coming. I'm washing my hands!" Yu Zhou replied in a long voice.
Seeing that Xiang Wan's hands were wet, he took some hand sanitizer, washed his own hands first, and then carefully cleaned his middle finger.
The left hand hangs slightly, and the fingers of the right hand are rubbed vigorously one by one, and then wrapped, from the base to the fingertips.
When Yu Zhou saw this action, he felt really guilty.
She looked away, folded her arms and leaned against the door, sighing that some things can only be learned naturally.
With such a talent, why would you want to be a young lady? It would be great to be a 1, a sweet girl 1, which is very popular nowadays.
But she thought about Xiang Wan's behavior and found it a little funny. She laughed and paused thoughtfully. This farce was a bit of a blessing in disguise. During her interactions with Xiang Wan, she realized for the first time that this girl seemed to be not young anymore.
To put it bluntly, I always treated myself like her mother, forgetting that she was an ancient person, not eighteen years old in the current sense.
It's no good to keep acting like a little girl. Yu Zhou turned his crossed arms around and continued to hold her.
"What are you thinking about?" Xiang Wan looked up at her.
"Nothing, are you done washing?"