"Zhang Ye, get me a new towel!"
Song Tiantian shouted in the bathroom.
"Understood." Zhang Ye quickly got up and went to find a towel for Song Tiantian.
As soon as she got the towel, Song Tiantian yelled again, "You wash your hands first, you haven't washed your hands, don't touch my things casually!"
Zhang Ye, who had already got the towel in his hand: "...but, I already have it in my hand..."
"Zhang Ye!" Song Tiantian's high-pitched voice was so high that it pierced people's eardrums every minute.
Yun Hua was really sleepy, and really didn't want to hear Song Tiantian's screams, so she said directly, "Zhang Ye lied to you. If you can promise me not to say a word from now on, I'll get you a towel."
"Yun Hua, you..." Song Tiantian's voice suddenly rose, but then suddenly fell. After a few seconds of silence, she gritted her teeth and agreed, "Okay!"
Yun Hua blinked at Zhang Ye, took the towel from Zhang Ye's hand, walked to the bathroom and gave it to Song Tiantian through the crack of the door.
Zhang Ye's mouth opened into an O shape, but then he began to snicker.
Shen Zhiyi looked at these two people speechlessly, and even rolled her eyes in an inconspicuous way. If her group of Xi Shi fans knew about it, she would definitely be surprised.
That's right, Shen Zhiyi's nickname is Sick Xi Shi, because her health is not very good, she always looks sick, she is noble, her temperament is elegant like Lan, indifferent and indifferent, and many boys like her type of.
In fact, teenagers tend to prefer fresh beauties with elegant temperament like orchids.
Yun Hua's appearance was a little too delicate, too beautiful, it was just... Disaster level, little boys often couldn't hold it.
Men, no matter their age, are the same. They all like girls who are small and dependable. They like the feeling of being relied on by girls. In fact, machismo is at work.
When facing girls they can't control, or girls they think are dangerous, they will deliberately express their dislike!
Therefore, young boys cannot appreciate the beauty and temperament of Yun Hua.
Song Tiantian took a bath for a full hour.
Shen Zhiyi was about to go crazy waiting, but in the end she didn't say anything, and waited until Song Tiantian came out.
Yun Hua had already prepared his sleeping bag and got in. He was texting Shen Shiying while hiding under the covers.
In Shen Shiying's second year of high school, she had to take her professional courses seriously.
She was also very curious about Leiden middle school, and Yun Hua was telling her about Leiden middle school at the same time.
[The last time you said to write Datang, when did you write it? ] Shen Shiying asked.
Yun Hua sighed, [ I'm not free.]
[hehe. Don't you know that your book fans are almost gone? All of them have become scumbags, why don't they go to another house! Look at the few people who have risen recently, how diligent they are, book after book. Just you, push and push...]
Yun Hua smiled, [ Mo Feiyu, Yi Tianxia, and Lemon Bumeng are all signed by my company, and I'm glad they are popular.]
[… Shameless.]
[Why are you shameless? ] Yun Hua looked innocent.
Shen Shiying's text message filled with resentment immediately replied, [Fans like you are so big, it's really a pity for fans.]
Yun Hua rubbed his nose, [Follow the fate, all book fans know, she is a Buddhist girl]
[vomit-]
Looking at the time, it was already twelve o'clock. Yun Hua said goodbye to Shen Shiying, who was nauseated by her, and was about to go to bed.
However, she always felt as if something was missing.
A few minutes later, she suddenly stuck her head out of the sleeping bag, "Where's Mi Yue, haven't you come back yet?"
(end of this chapter)