In early June, the weather was already a bit muggy.
Xu Nuo carried a water ladle several times during the day and worked up a sweat, so she had to boil water to take a bath at night.
As usual, Li Xian carried all her things into the room and wrung out the towels for her.
Seeing her begin to untangle her braids, Li Xian paused: "Nuonuo, are you going to wash your hair?"
Xu Nuo nodded: "Yes."
Although I just washed my hair yesterday, I have to wash it before going up the mountain tomorrow, just like I have to go shopping tomorrow.
It should have a sense of ritual.
Li Xian pressed her hand down and tied the hair tie back up firmly, frowning: "You can't wash it, it's late at night, it'll give you a headache."
"Ugh."
Xu Nuo pouted and resisted, but he grabbed her armpits and lifted her up.
He lifted her high and negotiated with her, "Don't wash tonight, I'll help you wash tomorrow, okay?"
Xu Nuo had already agreed in her heart, but deliberately teased him by pouting and making a "woo" sound.
He looked unwilling.
Li Xian was afraid she would secretly take a bath, so he put her down and earnestly advised, "Nuonuo, you can't take a bath. It's cold at night, and you'll get sick."
"Okay, fine, I won't wash it. But you'll have to wash it for me tomorrow."
He nodded: "Okay."
While Xu Nuo was taking a bath, Li Xian stood guard outside the door.
Even though he was talking to her, Xu Nuo still didn't want to stay alone for too long. She quickly finished washing up and was about to change into her pajamas when she lost her grip on the comb and it fell to the ground.
Li Xian heard this and his ears twitched: "Nuonuo, what's wrong?"
Xu Nuo bent over, reaching under the bed to grab the comb, and replied, "The comb fell under the bed, I'm picking it up..."
Li Xian's brows furrowed, and he blurted out, "Nuonuo, don't touch the underside of the bed."
"Huh?" Xu Nuo hadn't picked up the comb yet, and her hand was groping around inside. Just as she was wondering whether she should bend down to pick it up, she suddenly touched something hard.
It was wrapped in cloth, and it looked like a long strip.
It's not a comb.
Li Xian's voice came from outside the door: "There are bugs under the bed."
Xu Nuoguan, what is he? He quickly withdrew his hand, as if afraid of touching a caterpillar the next second.
Her face was pale as she went to open the door, then threw herself at Li Xian, exclaiming in fear, "Are there really bugs?"
Li Xian hugged the person, glanced at the dark underside of the bed, and finally felt relieved.
He carried her over the wooden tub and placed her on the bed. Afraid she would be scared, he stroked her hair with his fingertips and whispered, "It was there before, but it shouldn't be now."
"That scared me to death." Xu Nuo patted her chest, completely forgetting what she had just touched under the bed.
Li Xian hugged her for a while and then helped her bring the book over.
Then he stood up and quickly cleaned up the bucket. Seeing her lying on the bed reading, he squatted down, touched the heavy, hard lump, and pushed it hard.
Then pick up the comb.
"Nuonuo, the comb is here."
Xu Nuo nodded: "Okay."
With the increasing number of mosquitoes in summer, although the floral scent on Xu Nuo seemed to have a mosquito-repelling effect, Li Xian still took a handful of dry grass and lightly fumigated the room.
I don't know what kind of herb it is, but the smell isn't pungent at all; it even smells a lot like lavender.
Xu Nuo was lying face down on the pillow, covered by the blanket, when a pair of large hands grabbed her, pulled out the thin blanket, and covered her with it.
Perhaps it was because of the herbal water, but Xu Nuo was more sensitive to cold than the average person and needed to be covered with a blanket when she slept at night.
She lay on the bed, while Li Xian lay on the floor; the only sound in the room was their soft breathing.
Xu Nuo gently turned over and poked her head out.
A laughing voice rang out, perhaps because the person was lying down, the voice was lower than usual: "Can't you sleep?"
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