He Is Warmer Than Time

Tang Ji'an quickly waved his hand: "No need."

Barrel?

Take a bath?

It sounds terrible, so forget it, it's not too hot, and you can't die if you don't take a bath for a day.

Sister Zhen said again: "Your room is next to Mianmian. I will lay down your quilts. They are all clean mattresses. Don't worry."

Mu Mian also added in a low voice: "Sister Zhen is cute and clean, you can rest assured to sleep."

Tang Ji'an nodded slightly: "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Sister Zhen quickly turned her head and went into the room to spread the quilt.

After drinking the porridge, Tang Ji'an felt much more comfortable as a whole, and leaned on the back of the bamboo chair.

There is no need to look up, the galaxy is full of sky, and the troops stationed on the island not far away sounded the horn again.

The sound is melodious, people can't help but fascinate.

Mu Mian brought Tang Ji'an into his room, the incandescent lamp light was very weak, and the single bed was covered with a quilt printed with red peony flowers, which looked really festive.

He looked out of place with Tang Ji'an, Mu Mian stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, not to make himself smile too obvious.

"Okay, you go to sleep, I'm going to the next door, and I have to go to the crew to film at six tomorrow morning."

With that, she walked out of his room and just got under the quilt when she knocked on the door.

As soon as the door opened, Tang Ji'an stood in front of his in a suit, the sea breeze brought fresh air, and his face looked handsome under the moonlight, making her feel as if her heartbeat had missed a beat.

She stabilized her mind, pretending to be calm and said: "Something?"

"I don't have pajamas."

Mu Mian touched his neck: "Then I will go with you and borrow a set from Brother Huan."

The two knocked on Sister Zhen's bedroom together, and Mu Mian smiled and looked at Sister Zhen: "Brother Huan, can you lend Tang Jian a set of pajamas?"

Sister Zhen scratched her head: "What? Pajamas? What pajamas?"

Rural people don’t have the concept of pajamas at all. Isn’t that a foreign accent? We are not so particular about it.

Mu Mian was also a little uncomfortable: "Just...the clothes that Brother Huan wears when he sleeps."

While talking, Brother Huan also walked to the door.

Big vest, big pants, this is Brother Huan's pajamas, Mu Mian couldn't help but want to laugh, and then raised his eyes to look at Tang Ji'an: "Or, do you have the same set?"

Tang Jian's expression was a little gloomy: "No, I will wear a shirt to sleep."

After speaking, he returned to his room with Mu Mian.

Mu Mian leaned against the door of her room with his hands around his chest, looking at the man who was about to enter the house, his expression was so sly: "It's very comfortable to sleep in a tank top and big pants, don't you really try it?"

Tang Ji'an pushed the door, turned his head and glanced at her, then pulled off his long legs and walked towards her.

The night wind blows and blows, Mu Mian's heart beats a little fast...

He stood in front of her, stretched out his hands, and squeezed her cheeks: "You girl..."

You girl, Mu Mian feels that this name, this tone of voice, makes her a little bit distracted...

He bowed his head slightly, leaning so close to her, because the boats and cars were strained, his hair was not as meticulous as usual, and a few hairs were messy and covered his forehead, making him lazy and sexy...

He wears a suit with a white shirt under it and a navy blue tie.

The bow tie was torn loose by him, three buttons on the shirt were opened, and his Adam's apple was sliding up and down. His skin was white, but not very white. It felt like being raised in a favorable environment. .

She just leaned on the door frame and looked at the man in front of her silently...