After dressing as a female match, I counterattacked

Chapter 592 "I'm not familiar... Is the lady still angry?"

After taking out the clothes, she seemed to realize something and wanted to put the clothes back, but at this moment she looked back at him, as if she had already seen him, she gritted her teeth and took out the clothes.

Zhiyun took a hot bath, and stayed in it for a long time after taking a bath.

He wasn't in the living room when he came out.

Exhale—

Zhiyun looked for a hair dryer, but there was none there.

Zhiyun stopped blowing, her clothes were already wet, someone made up her mind not to let her go tonight.She doesn't have to be stubborn, and it's pointless to waste her time, she can only obey.

Only he would break his own rules again and again and make himself obey him again and again.

Zhiyun thinks that she is really spineless, but who made her love this man, who has waited for her for hundreds of years, guarded her for hundreds of years, built a stone statue of the queen for her, and died for her.

Thinking of him exchanging his own life for hers, Zhiyun's heart would tremble.

Thinking of using his own life to exchange his life again, Zhiyun felt relieved again.

The living room door opens—

He came in with a bowl of ginger syrup, put something on the counter, squatted in front of her, and gave her the ginger syrup: "Drink this."

Zhiyun took it, smelled it, it wasn't pungent, the sweet smell of brown sugar.

"It's not hot anymore, you can drink it." He said.

Zhiyun drank obediently.

She frowned after taking a sip, it was too sweet.

"After drinking, don't spit."

Zhiyun endured it and drank it in one gulp.

Then give him the bowl: "It's over."

Well……

Zhiyun covered his mouth: "Uncomfortable."

He put the bowl aside, got up to protect her, and stretched out his hand directly to rub the center of her heart: "I know you don't like sweet ones, but you got caught in the rain, so you have to drink."

"It's not that exaggerated." Zhiyun took his hand away: "I can even eat sugar, it's nothing."

"Why sugar?" he asked.

Zhiyun smiled bitterly: "Because of bitterness."

Because of suffering.

My heart is bitter.

Bitter in the mouth.

So craving some sugar.

Han Qingrang asked gently: "Am I making you suffer so much?"

"No!" Zhiyun vetoed: "It has nothing to do with you, and we don't know each other well."

Setting aside relationships is necessary.

"I'm not familiar... Is the lady still angry?"

"Angry!" Of course I was angry, so angry that I was dying.

"It hurts the liver." He said in an unhurried voice.

Zhiyun was amused by him, wanted to hold back the smile but couldn't hold back: "You are enough, I found out that you used to..."

Stop!

Her mouth leaked again!
"What was it before?"

Sure enough, he would never let go of any of her slippery words.

"Before... it was nothing, you heard it wrong." Zhiyun played sloppy eyes casually.

"Oh? Did you hear me wrong?"

He got up and went to where the hair dryer came, "I'll blow your hair."

"I'll do it myself, I have hands, and I can blow it very quickly." Zhiyun stretched out his hand, wanting to get the hair dryer by himself.

Avoided by him, "I'll come."

There was only the sound of a hair dryer in the room, and the noise was not too loud. After drying, Zhiyun felt a little hot, so he unbuttoned a collar button.

The wind stopped.

There is a faint fragrance.

The scent wasn't the scent of her hair, or the scent of the shower gel, it was the scent that was in the whole house.

What did he keep in the house? ?

Zhiyun looked around and didn't see anything, so he raised his hand and stroked his hair: "It seems to be dry."

"Hmm." He responded.

(End of this chapter)