In the evening, Su Rourou was watching the finale of "Descendants of the Sun". Facing the 365-degree handsome face of Song Joong-ki on the computer screen, she couldn't help being nympho again: "Wow, Mr. Zhongji..."
Before she could finish the word "gong", she felt Luo Yichen, who was sitting on the sofa opposite, cast an extremely cold gaze towards her.
She remembered that in the past few days, every time she accidentally said that word, he would immediately shut down the computer forcibly. Really, isn't it just jealous that others look better than him? It is said that women are jealous, but I didn't expect men to be so jealous!
So, she immediately changed her words and said: "Old... old..."
Luo Yichen glanced at her with satisfaction, with a slight smile in his eyes, he turned his gaze away and continued to read.
Su Rourou curled her lips weakly: Luo Yichen, she doesn't think he has any plans to fix the air conditioner at all... He comes to her room to report on time every night, but he doesn't come back on time at night, sometimes getting later and later the trend of. If this goes on like this, she's worried that one day he won't leave!
She was still complaining, when Luo Yichen lazily said to her: "My jersey, have you washed it yet?"
That tone, that demeanor, is like a husband asking his wife "Have you washed my clothes?"...
Su Rourou coughed softly: "Not yet... not yet..."
Luo Yichen's eyes immediately turned cold again: "Then when do you plan to wash?"
Su Rourou could only reluctantly look away from Zhongji Ouba's face, reluctantly: "Got it, go now..."
Isn't it just throwing away the washing machine? Very fast very fast! She will be back soon to continue watching Joong Ki Oppa!
At this moment, Luo Yichen's voice came from behind like a ghost: "Wash with your hands."
Su Rourou's shoulders suddenly collapsed, and she walked towards the bathroom feebly.
She poured some water, then poured some washing powder, and planned to throw the jersey in to soak it, then take it out and rinse it, so it was perfunctory.
Unexpectedly, Luo Yichen followed her to the bathroom, leaned against the door frame, and looked at her leisurely.
Su Rourou suddenly had a feeling of being watched...
"You don't intend to just soak in it like this, will it be fine?" Luo Yichen guessed her true inner thoughts again,
"No, no, I'll rub it from head to toe with my hands!" The corner of Su Rourou's mouth twitched slightly, then she fished the jersey out of the water and rubbed it pretendingly.
But Luo Yichen continued to stand on the sidelines and act as a supervisor to criticize: "This side, there is a little stain. And there, there is also a little bit of dirt!"
Su Rourou rolled her eyes silently in her heart, wherever it was dirty, it was obviously clean, okay? Forget it, why is she angry with a clean freak
In the small bathroom, the sound of Su Rourou rubbing clothes and the sound of splashing water echoed. Luo Yichen looked at the way she lowered her head to wash her clothes, with a happy smile on the corner of her mouth.
Su Rourou rubbed and rubbed, and suddenly felt a little pain in her stomach. So, she waved her bubbly hand towards Luo Yichen: "Go, get out, my stomach hurts! I need to squat!"
Luo Yichen's face darkened, and he slowly backed out of the bathroom. This idiot, in front of Ke Shaoze, pretended to be very ladylike and quiet. In front of him, do you want to be so real and casual
However, he likes her as she is...