The tone of Luo Yichen's room was very dull, exactly the same as the master's personality. Clean white walls, clean white desks, clean white beds, light blue sheets... everything is neatly arranged, it doesn't look like a boy's room at all.
Su Rourou is no stranger to this place. She used to come often and slept with him several times. Of course, that was all when I was a child.
She had rarely come to his room since puberty. Occasionally came a few times, but also sneaked in through the window in the middle of the night. Those few times were because Luo Yichen made her unhappy again, so she made a mess of his room while he was asleep. For a clean freak like him, messing up his room is the best revenge for him!
Su Rourou threw the schoolbag on the desk and clapped her hands: "Excuse me, can I go?"
Luo Yichen continued to brush his hair without saying a word.
This eccentric guy, if he doesn't speak, it means he acquiesces! Su Rourou thought so, and was about to turn around and leave.
But just as his hand touched the doorknob, Luo Yichen held it down again.
His big hand came up again, holding her hand tightly.
"Let go!" Su Rourou tried to break free. This guy is addicted to touching her hand, right
"Don't let go!" Luo Yichen's cold voice came from behind.
Su Rourou turned around angrily, raised her head and looked at him: "I have delivered the schoolbag to you, what else do you want!"
When she turned around like this, she realized that the postures of the two of them at the moment were very ambiguous. Luo Yichen supported the door panel with one hand and the doorknob with the other, wrapping her whole body between his arms. His hair was still a little wet, a few curly bangs stuck to his forehead, and there seemed to be moisture floating in his pair of phoenix eyes.
Su Rourou's heart suddenly jumped. She felt that this posture was extremely awkward, so she slowly squatted down along the wall, intending to sneak under his arm.
But Luo Yichen grew up with her, as long as she blinks, he knows what she wants to do.
He followed her and squatted down at the same time, still tightly locking her in his arms.
"You... What are you doing..." Su Rourou asked intermittently, she felt that something was wrong with his eyes.
"My book is wet." Luo Yichen's eyes flickered, and his Adam's apple twitched.
"So?" Su Rourou's eyes landed on his rolling Adam's apple like a ghost, and swallowed. She didn't know why she swallowed...
"You have to be responsible!" Luo Yichen said one word and one pause.
"How responsible?"
"Blow dry me!" Luo Yichen stood up, found a hair dryer from the bathroom, and threw it to her.
Su Rourou's hair is covered with black lines: This guy is really hard to serve!
But who let her have the handle in his hands, she had no choice but to resign herself to the hair dryer and blow all the textbooks in the schoolbag.
When she was blowing on her textbooks, Luo Yichen took the time to go downstairs.
Seeing that only one of him came down, Li Juan wondered: "Where is Rourou? Why didn't she come down, isn't she going back tonight?"
Speaking of the last sentence, the originally puzzled eyes became ambiguous.
Luo Yichen knew what his mother was thinking, so he made up a reason: "Isn't her hair wet, she's blowing her hair in my room!"
"Oh, that's right." Li Juan lengthened the ending with some disappointment, and handed him a cup of ginger tea in her hand, "This is for Rourou to warm her body, it won't be good for a girl if she catches the cold."
Luo Yichen looked at her other empty hand, raised his eyebrows: "Where's mine?"
"No." Li Juan answered as a matter of course, and went to her own business.
This is his mother? Luo Yichen's eyes darkened, and he went upstairs with the cup of ginger tea.