It's not impossible not to dry your body, but thinking of Mo Huaifeng's face when he dripped water on the floor after going out, Ji Zhiyao felt... It's better not to die.
He slipped to the door, opened the door a little like a thief, and shouted out: "Captain, can you get me a towel? Thank you for your kindness, bang bang bang!"
The room was silent for a few seconds, and Ji Zhiyao heard an expected, harsh answer.
"You should call me Papa."
Ji Zhiyao has no psychological pressure and is cheerful: "Dad!"
Mo Huaifeng: "..."
Mo Huaifeng didn't appear outside until Ji Zhiyao felt the cold air from the air conditioner blowing through the crack of the door, making his buttocks and an indescribable place between his legs chilly. It's not too late, but his face is a little gloomy.
Ji Zhiyao grinned, opened the door a little wider, and did not forget to say, "Thank you, Captain."
Mo Huaifeng threw the large bath towel over. Ji Zhiyao hugged the bath towel and was about to close the door when he heard a meaningful voice.
"Why do you look like a white chicken."
Ji Zhiyao: "..."
While wiping off all the water on his body, he accused furiously: "Don't think that the team tyrant can speak irresponsibly, this is a personal attack!"
Mo Huaifeng hadn't left yet, when he heard this, he sarcastically said through a door: "It's just a fact, why are you slandering me?"
With a broken face, Ji Zhiyao hurriedly put on new clothes, picked up the changed clothes and went out.
Opening the door, Mo Huaifeng leaned against the wall with his legs bent, in a slouch posture. If a girl with a spring heart sees this picture, she might find it seductive, but when Ji Zhiyao sees it, she just thinks, fuck him, how angry.
He snorted coldly with backbone, passed by the wall that Mo Huaifeng was leaning against, and walked out.
And the person standing by the wall unhurriedly glanced at the things Ji Zhiyao held in his hand, then probed into the bathroom to take a look, and finally successfully stopped him who was about to step out of the room: "Take the bath towel, you are done using it." You still put it here, do you want me to wash it for you?"
"I'm calling you dad, is it okay to wash a bath towel?" Immediately, the unhappiness after being attacked on his body surfaced, and Ji Zhiyao snapped back with a half-hearted smile. After speaking, he felt something was wrong, turned his head, looked at Mo Huaifeng's darkening face, and said quickly: "Actually, it's the same everywhere, anyway, Auntie washes it."
As soon as the voice fell, the door was opened and locked.
Danuo on the pink cartoon bed covered his mouth tightly with the quilt, thinking in his mind which plan might allow the captain to let go of the secret, poor sender who overheard.
…
So the next day.
Although Ji Zhiyao didn't go to bed until after two o'clock in the morning, but the biological clock was playing tricks, he managed to get out of bed before noon, dragged his drowsy head to wash and then went downstairs.
Due to living habits, team members usually only wake up in the afternoon, and the base generally does not have breakfast and lunch. Ji Zhiyao opened the refrigerator, took out two eggs, and cooked a bowl of instant noodles.
The restaurant smelled of instant noodles, and another person came down from the stairs.
Ji Zhiyao sipped the noodles, took the time to look up at the man with dark eyes who seemed to be dissatisfied with his desire, and said vaguely, "Captain, you got up so early."
Mo Huaifeng took out a box of yogurt and drank half of it, sat at the dining table and said, "I didn't eat supper, I woke up hungry."
"Shall I share some instant noodles with you?"
Mo Huaifeng showed a very obvious expression of disgust. Ji Zhiyao was furious, and turned the noodle bowl back: "If you don't eat it, it's just not enough for me."