A Quick Walkthrough: Male God, Don’t Run Away

After taking a bath, Zhao Xingyuan's face flushed red, and his beautiful black eyes seemed to be soaked with water.

"There are unopened bath towels and bathrobes in the bedroom. I bought them at the mall and can use them directly."

The supposedly ambiguous scene, under Zhao Xingyuan's indifference, turned into a very ordinary little thing.

"Okay, thank you, you'd better blow your hair so you don't catch a cold."

"Blow it later."

Perhaps in order to take care of Shu Ange's feelings, Zhao Xingyuan's bathrobe was very tight, revealing only a touch of white collarbone.

Even so, the warm yellow light shining on him still exudes an unavoidable temptation.

A face more refined than a woman, a charming gentleman and a smile.

"Okay, I'll take a shower now."

Shu Ange dragged his wet clothes and walked slowly to the bathroom.

The bathroom is spacious and luxuriously furnished, with animal heads mounted on the walls like works of art. The comfortable ivory white marble bathtub makes Shu Ange have the urge to take a bath.

Brand new bath towels, bathrobes and towels are on the cabinet.

Shu Ange took off his wet clothes, turned on the shower, and let the hot water wash his tired body.

She didn't wear slippers, her white feet stepped on the ground, and she made shallow marks in the bubbles with her toes.

Judging from the color of the instep, the original owner was still very white, and Shu Ange comforted himself.

After the rain, it was really comfortable to take a hot bath, and she happily hummed a little tune.

In the living room, Zhao Xingyuan stared in the direction of the window while blowing his hair.

It's about time for my father to get news. He came to Z City as a temporary willful way to get rid of the complicated life.

In the past, only on the Qingming Festival every year, my father would accompany him to Z City to visit his mother's grave.

Zhao Xingyuan's memory of his mother is still very clear, but in the blink of an eye, she has been dead for more than ten years.

Like this today, wandering like a loner, and like this tomorrow.

The rain pattered against the window, and Zhao Xingyuan showed the sick smile of his mother lying on the hospital bed, holding his hand tightly.

When parting from life and death, he did not realize the cruelty of death.

I thought that my mother had just gone far away and that they would see each other again one day.

It was not until many years later that Zhao Xingyuan realized that the separation brought about by death was irreversible. He can only look for traces of his mother's existence from photos and videos.

"I ve done washing."

Shu Ange walked out uncomfortably in a bathrobe that was too big.

She washed her underwear together, her chest was open, and she felt insecure when she walked.

The bathrobe that only hangs down to Zhao Xingyuan's calf can almost wrap her whole body when put on her.

This also makes Shu Ange feel a little more secure, at least the long bathrobe can cover the scars on her body.

"hair dryer."

Zhao Xingyuan handed the hair dryer to Shu Ange. She did not wrap her hair in a towel like most girls, but let the wet hair stick to her cheeks.

Thinking this way, he didn't seem to see her face clearly along the way. She always lowered her head halfway and deliberately covered her cheeks with bangs.

"thanks."

Shu Ange took the hair dryer, smiled at Zhao Xingyuan, and started blowing his hair when he returned to the sofa.

The hairdryer provided by the hotel is of good quality and there is no unwanted noise.

There was a knock on the door, Zhao Xingyuan opened the door, and the waitress in the red uniform gave him a few handbags with a smile.

"Hello, this is the clothes the two of you want. Do you need to take the wet clothes to dry?"

"It's work."

Zhao Xingyuan politely opened the door and invited the waiter in.

The other party went straight into the bathroom, packed up the wet clothes in a clothes basket, and took them out.

After drying his hair, Shu Ange turned around and found that Zhao Xingyuan had gone to the bathroom to change his clothes.

He seemed to like wearing a hoodie, changing into a plain white one with black slacks underneath.

"your clothes."

Zhao Xingyuan handed the handbag to Shu Ange, and only then saw a large burn scar on her left face.

Only then did he understand why she always used her hair to cover the scars on her face.

"Thank you."

Shu Ange took the bag, opened it in the bathroom, and found that the waiter was very considerate and even bought underwear, and the size was not much different from hers.

As for the outerwear, it is a very famous big-name light coffee-colored windbreaker, and inside is a set of cashmere sweater skirts.

She flipped open the tag and glanced at it. This set of clothes could not be obtained without a few thousand dollars.

Chen Pannan's family is good, but unfortunately the family is reluctant to buy her clothes, not to mention such expensive ones.

Chen Huaiyu's sister and brother have many clothes that cost more than a thousand yuan, and the original owner can only envy them.

Putting on new clothes, Shu Ange took a look at the large mirror in the bathroom.

Sure enough, people rely on clothes, and when she dresses like this, she immediately feels a lot more energetic.

Shu Ange lifted his hair to reveal the scar on his left cheek. In fact, if this scar is removed, the skin will be more white and tender, and the facial features of the original owner are quite marked.

Her appearance is neutral, and she is two completely different styles from Chen Huaiyu, who is dressed up as a delicate little princess.

After changing his clothes, Shu Ange walked out wearing slippers.

"The clothes suit you well."

"It's too expensive. Can you leave your contact information? When I have money, I can give it back to you."

"No need to pay."

Hearing Shu Ange's remarks that he wanted to repay the money, Zhao Xingyuan frowned: "I don't lack this money, you have helped me a lot."

"It's ok if you don't pay back the money. Can you help me check the pulse? I have studied Chinese medicine by myself, and I have some understanding of congenital insufficiency."

Zhao Xingyuan's heart attack should have been in his mother's womb, and Shu Ange wanted to help him recover.

"You know Chinese medicine?"

Zhao Xingyuan's tone was puzzled, and he looked at Shu Ange with a little more scrutiny.

A teenage girl said that she knew Chinese medicine, which inevitably made people suspicious, not to mention Zhao Xingyuan's family background was rather special.

"Understood, I had a car accident before, and I relied on myself to recover, and massaged to remove the congestion in my brain."

Shu Ange pointed his finger at his head. Zhao Xingyuan saw that there was obviously a missing piece of hair on her head, so he specially covered it with other hair.

Zhao Xingyuan has no prejudice against Chinese medicine. In order to treat him, his father has hired many famous doctors at home and abroad, and he has also taken him to see Chinese medicine.

Compared with Western medicine, Chinese medicine treatment is more gentle and has the effect of strengthening the root and cultivating the vitality.

But Zhao Xingyuan had a heart attack in his womb. As long as he didn't get sick, his family would be Amitabha, and he couldn't do any strenuous exercise.

"Thank you for your kindness. I know my body. It's probably like this in my life."

Zhao Xingyuan laughed at himself, maybe his health will be worse in the future, otherwise the woman who follows his father will not be ambitious to rely on the illegitimate child who has no shadow.

"Student Zhao, your body is not as bad as you think. If you believe me, I can give you a massage. Of course, it would be better to have gold needles for acupuncture."

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