Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Lan Yu's eyes were a little unfathomable. After seeing her for a while, he said quietly, "I won't touch you, don't worry!"

He was straightforward, Xue'er's face was a little hot, oh.

In this way, she couldn't refuse. If she insisted too much, she would seem like a ghost in her heart.

She watched Lan Yu enter the bathroom, and she looked back. The bedroom was refreshing and refreshing, mainly dark gray. The typical male bedroom should be where Lan Yu lived before.

She was a little uncomfortable, because there was Lan Yu's breath everywhere... She had lived with him for five or six years, but at this time she still felt a little strange.

She couldn't imagine herself sleeping in his bed. She thought she would suffer from insomnia.

Lan Yu washed for about ten minutes, then walked out, wearing a white bathrobe.

She admitted that he was a very good-looking man, and sometimes she didn't know if he was physically sick, so she was willing to guard a nominal marriage.

Perhaps, he was heartbroken by a woman?

"What are you thinking?" Lan Yu looked over lightly, "Go take a bath! It's not early."

Xueer said, and immediately ran in, as if fleeing.

Lan Yu stood behind her, his eyes a little deep, looking very unpredictable.

Xueer rushed into the bathroom and immediately shut herself in, her heart undulating violently—

I don't know why, she is a little afraid of Lan Yu now, and always feels that he is a little different from before.

The look in his eyes often made her feel a sense of predation, no longer the same as before.

When she soaked in the warm water, the anxiety in her heart was soothed, but then she was going to run away again.

Because she forgot to take the clothes!

The clothes I changed were soaked in water long ago and I couldn't wear them anymore.

Xueer wanted to cry, scratching her half-dry hair, how could she be so stupid!

After washing, she wrapped herself in a bath towel, carefully opened a crack in the door, and called Lan Yu: "Are there any clothes changes here?"

Lan Yu was sitting on the sofa, using a notebook to deal with things, raising her eyes when she heard her voice, her eyes deep.

Then he smiled, walked into the locker room and took a shirt and handed it to her: "Just wear it!"

Xue'er took it and swallowed, "Don't you give me a pair of pants?"

Lan Yu's gaze was a little deep, "Wear it as a pajama!"

After Xueer put it on, the length was indeed to the knee, and everything that should be blocked was blocked.

She breathed a sigh of relief, opened the door and walked out.

Lan Yu seemed to have finished her work, walked over and handed her a glass of milk, "Drink a glass of milk and go to bed early."

Xueer took it, looked at his faint expression, and relaxed herself.

Lan Yu is actually no different from before, she thinks too much!

So she drank the glass of milk and nodded, "Then I will go to bed first, and you shouldn't be too late."

Lying on a bed was always a little uncomfortable, so she asked him to go to bed later—

After half an hour, Lan Yu looked at the little pig who had fallen asleep, his eyes darkened.

She was wearing his white shirt and lying on his bed. She was astonishingly beautiful, like the most beautiful painting.

He knew that she had never fallen in love with him, at most just regarded him as a relative.

And recently, she should have been uneasy in her heart, she was more acute than he thought.

Lan Yu slowly lay down on the bed in a bathrobe, and half embraced the abnormally well-sleeping woman into her arms... and the milk cup on the bedside table glowed silver under the light. Light.