Chapter 1225 I'll Break Down Along with My Sister 3
When the girl asks for help, a glimmer of light breaks through her pure black eyes, her eyes droop slightly at the corners, and her lips curve into an embarrassed smile.
Li Yan's emotionless gaze lingered on her face for a few seconds before he strode to the wall directly opposite the foot of the bed. His slender, pale fingers precisely found a raised dot on the decorative painting and gently pressed it down.
The wall automatically retracts.
Song Jinhuan then discovered that there was a walk-in closet hidden behind the wall.
Sensing the curious gazes behind him, Li Yan took out a set of black sportswear and handed it to Song Jinhuan.
The girl looked down and immediately recognized the clothes as men's. "Don't you have any clothes for me?"
Her soft, sweet voice carried an unconscious protest.
"My sister likes to wear my clothes."
Li Yan's expression was indifferent, and his serious tone added to the credibility of his words.
A wave of shame washed over Song Jinhuan, and a beautiful pink blush rose on her flawless, porcelain-white cheeks. She lowered her eyes and said, "You can leave now. I need to change my clothes."
Li Yan did not move.
Song Jinhuan waited for a while, then raised her face and met his eyes.
Her long, curled eyelashes fluttered gently, carrying a hint of urgency.
Li Yan seemed oblivious, saying, "If you need help, sister, you should learn to ask."
The girl looked puzzled.
Li Yan leaned closer, his suddenly approaching, divine face striking her senses. He considerately explained, "For example, you might say, 'Please help me get dressed.'"
He paused, his calm eyes fixed on her with the patience characteristic of someone teaching a naive child, and said in a low voice, "Instead of just looking at me."
Song Jinhuan knew that the other party had misunderstood.
That's not what I meant.
Li Yan said confidently, "My sister will need it."
After he finished speaking, he straightened up, walked to the door and stopped. When he turned his head to look at me, half of his face was covered by shadow. "Sister, my name is Li Yan."
Soon, only Song Jinhuan remained in the room.
The tracksuit was very large, especially the sleeves and pant legs, which needed to be rolled up quite a bit to expose the hands and feet.
Even after the replacement, the inside was still in a vacuum state, which did not bring her much comfort.
"Three jin, that's strange."
"Since I was unconscious for a while, why aren't my clothes here?"
Sanjin sincerely praised, "The host looks beautiful in this outfit too."
Song Jinhuan: "You're avoiding the important issues."
Sanjin coughed lightly twice, "In this broken little world, some logic is chaotic. The host doesn't need to worry about those details."
"The important thing is that we can get close to the mission objective."
“Just now, when he left the bedroom, his misanthropy index rose by 1 point.”
Song Jinhuan took a deep breath; he was 96.
She thought for a moment, then rolled up her sleeves and trouser legs and called out towards the door, "Li Yan."
With a click, the man appeared by the door. "Sister."
Song Jinhuan raised her arm, her long sleeves hanging down. Her watery eyes blinked gently as she tentatively asked, "The sleeves are too long, could you help me roll them up a bit?"
Li Yan walked up to her and refused calmly, "No."
Song Jinhuan was taken aback, and a few strands of hair sticking up from her clothes made her look even more adorable.
Li Yan watched the girl's emotional shift with indifference. When her incredulous expression turned into one of grievance, she said slowly, "Sister, you can be more confident."
"Could you please roll up my sleeves for me?"
Song Jinhuan subconsciously looked at his cuffs, her confusion becoming more and more obvious.
Li Yan looked directly at her and said in a way that brooked no refusal, "Sister, repeat what I said."
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