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

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

When he came out, he was not in the living room.

Exhale a breath——

Zhiyun was looking for a hair dryer, but it wasn't there originally.

Zhiyun stopped blowing. Her clothes were already soaked. Someone was determined not to let her leave tonight. She had no choice but to obey.

Only he would break my own rules again and again and make me obey him again and again.

Zhiyun thought that she was really spineless, but who made her love this man? He had 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.

Whenever Zhiyun thought about how he exchanged his life for hers, her heart would tremble.

Thinking that she had exchanged her own life for his, Zhiyun felt relieved.

The living room door opens—

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

Zhiyun took it and smelled it. It was not pungent, but had the sweet aroma of brown sugar.

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

Zhiyun drank it obediently.

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

"Drink it and don't spit it out."

Zhiyun endured it and drank it all in one breath.

Then he gave him the bowl: "Drink it."

Hmm...

Zhiyun covered her mouth: "It's uncomfortable."

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

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

"Why eat candy?" he asked.

Zhiyun smiled bitterly: "Because it's bitter."

Because it's bitter.

I feel bitter.

Bitter taste in mouth.

So I want to eat some candy.

Han Qingrang asked softly, "Am I the one who made you suffer so much?"

"No!" Zhiyun rejected it outright: "It has nothing to do with you. We are not familiar with each other."

It is necessary to set aside the relationship.

"Not familiar... Is the lady still angry?"

"Angry!" Of course I was angry, extremely angry.

"Excessive airflow harms the liver." He said in a leisurely voice.

Zhiyun was amused by him and tried to hold back her laughter but couldn't: "That's enough, I found out that you used to..."

Stop!

Her mouth is leaking again!

"Before what?"

He really wouldn't let go of any of her slip-ups.

"Before...it was nothing, you heard it wrong." Zhiyun said casually.

"Oh? Did you hear it wrong?"

He stood up and went to get the hair dryer, "I'll blow dry your hair."

"Let me do it myself. I have hands, and I can blow dry my hair very quickly." Zhiyun reached out and wanted to take the hair dryer herself.

He avoided her, "I'll do it."

The only sound in the room was the hair dryer, which was not very loud. After drying her clothes, Zhiyun felt a little hot, so she unbuttoned a button on her collar.

The wind stopped.

There is a faint fragrance wafting over.

The scent wasn't from her hair, nor was it from shower gel, it was the scent that filled the entire house.

What did he put in the house?

Zhiyun looked around and didn't see anything, so she raised her hand and touched her hair: "It seems to be dry."

"Yeah." He responded.