"Yes," Zhang Moyan nodded vigorously, "I can definitely do this."
"That's good." Xiao Xingyu suddenly took a step closer to her.
Zhang Moyan's heart suddenly tightened, and she felt the space around her suddenly tighten.
"What...what happened?" Zhang Moyan took a step back and leaned her lower back against the stair railing.
"How are you going to take a shower tonight?" Xiao Xingyu suddenly lowered his voice.
Each word is sent into the ears.
Zhang Moyan gripped the railing with her fingers, wondering why he would ask that. Then she thought of his reaction to her showering yesterday and quickly promised, "I'll wait until you're asleep before showering. I won't disturb you... Is that okay?"
Seeing Xiao Xingyu's ambiguous expression, Zhang Moyan pleaded, "I've sweated a lot today. There's probably some blood on my back, and my trouser legs are soaked... It's uncomfortable if I don't wash, and it will also dirty your bed. Besides, even if I don't wash today, I still have to wash tomorrow. I can't stay here every day without taking a shower, right?"
Xiao Xingyu fixed his dark eyes on her and lowered his head. "I'm asking you, how can you take a shower if the doctor told you not to get your wound wet?"
"Oh," Zhang Moyan realized belatedly that this was what he meant. After thinking about it, she said, "I'll wash them separately. I plan to wash my body first, and then wash my hair..." Having said that, she was suddenly stunned for a moment, and then she realized what nonsense she was talking to a man.
She was embarrassed. Xiao Xingyu looked down at his watch without changing his expression. He looked up and said to her, "Wash at 9:30."
Zhang Moyan was stunned for a moment, then reacted as if blessed: "Okay! Thank you! Teacher Xiao, please close the door tightly. I promise the noise will be very low."
"As long as it's normal," Xiao Xingyu looked unconcerned and tilted his head: "I'm not interested anyway."
He pulled away, stepped forward, stepped over the meat bun, and walked away with a heartless look.
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Author: "Xiao Xingyu, are you really not interested? Was it my mistake? Then I'll change my daughter's cup size from B to C? ... to D? ... to E? ... Don't go too far!"
"Excuse me," Xiao Xingyu, dressed in a suit and tie, buttoned his clothes as he passed by the author. "Do you think this is my taste?"
He got into a 5-meter-long Bentley very handsomely, stopped and stared at the author for 3 seconds: "I think you should stop messing around!"
The car door slammed shut.
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