On the pretext of not liking the smell of strangers, Teng Zihang carried Luo Liyan back to her room and successfully occupied her bathroom.
When he came out after washing, Luo Liyan saw that he was wearing his own bathrobe next to his body.
The pink flamingo embroidery, tattooed on the chest, is hard to ignore.
But when Teng Zihang saw himself staring at him, not only did he not feel guilty at all, on the contrary, he became particularly turbulent.
The corners of Luo Liyan's eyes twitched, and she couldn't bear to look directly at her.
"I haven't used this bathrobe just now." She emphasized.
When I went to Teng Zihang's house today, looking at his spotless home, I knew that even if he had no obsession with cleanliness, he was still a very clean person.
I don't know how he became so particular about this.
"It's okay, you're not dirty." Teng Zihang shrugged nonchalantly, but at the end he looked at Luo Liyan and raised the corners of his lips happily: "Besides, even if you become a little dirty cat one day, I will I won't despise you."
Luo Liyan didn't know what to do when he heard what he said, so he made up a picture of himself falling into the cesspit.
Before he could pick himself up, Luo Liyan was immediately disgusted, and quickly swept this image out of his mind.
Teng Zihang casually blew Xi's hair half dry under the bed, then sat on it, and directly took Luo Liyan into his arms.
In fact, according to his usual practice, this hair will not be blown.
But now he has to take care of the weak little guy, so he can only be patient.
Pressing his chin against Luo Liyan's forehead, Teng Zihang gently sniffed at her hair, and the corners of his slightly drooping eyes were softly smiling like honey.
It's a pity that Luo Liyan couldn't see his affectionate appearance at the moment.
"Your smell is delicious." Teng Zihang rubbed his chin lightly and sighed.
The clear and moist voice slid past Luo Liyan's heart like the evening wind with the warmth of the setting sun.
Uncomfortably twisting her body, she reached out and pushed Teng Zihang with some resistance.
"The two of us obviously have the same taste. That brand of body wash is very fragrant, and you won't get other smells after washing for a long time." What she said was full of incomprehensible flavors.
Teng Zihang was so choked that he laughed back, looking at her helplessly, "It's different!"
"???" Luo Liyan tilted her head and looked at him suspiciously.
"Everyone has their own body fragrance. Even if the bath liquid smells good, it's just mixed together. So there is still a big difference in the smell between the two of us. If you don't believe me, smell it." Teng Zihang said Then he stuck himself on Luo Liyan's body.
Luo Liyan was so angry that her head ached.
He touched the side unconsciously with his hand, wanting to take the phone and give him a big beating.
But since she hasn't got the phone yet, how can she touch it.
He could only be forced by Teng Zihang, with the tip of his nose stuck to his chest.
The warm touch made her heart twitch continuously, and even her head was so painful that she screamed.
All rationality was wandering on the verge of losing control little by little, but Teng Zihang seemed to have no sense at all.
He also desperately clasped the back of her head with his big palm, and pressed it into his arms.
Such a slightly forced movement broke Luo Liyan's last string.
Her thoughts were in a trance for a moment, she opened her mouth, and bit down on it.
Teng Zihang's body stiffened in pain, but he didn't push her away, but patted her head comfortingly.