Chapter 1457 Who Washes First
The young master was stunned by her question, then said calmly, "If you hadn't come, I would have just gotten myself drunk and left. But since you're here and things have developed to that point, I'll just go with the flow and change my plan."
Mu Ying recalled the kiss she had just had with the young master and couldn't help but complain inwardly that the young master was taking advantage of her quite easily.
After explaining the whole story, the two stood in the room, looking at each other. The air suddenly became quiet, and Mu Ying awkwardly turned her gaze away.
She glanced at the large bed under the young master, and the pair of pillows at the head of the bed, and felt even more ambiguous...
"Master, are we going to stay here all night?"
"I'm afraid so."
Mu Ying nodded. If the young master performed the whole trick like this, no one would suspect him.
But the question is, how can I sleep like this?
This is an ordinary double room with only one large double bed.
However, there is a chaise longue by the window. Although it is a bit small, it is still suitable for sleeping.
"Master, you take the bed and I'll sleep there."
After saying that, Mu Ying began to make her bed.
She now had to find something to do, because if she stopped she would think of what she had just done with the young master and would fall into a mysterious embarrassment.
When she was about to go to the chaise longue with the quilt and pillow in her arms, the young master didn't say anything. He just said, "Do you wash first, or should I?"
"I, I'll go first..." Mu Ying lowered her head and replied.
After saying that, I felt weird again. I'll wash first, you wash later, and then we...
Mu Ying quickly knocked her forehead. What was she thinking about? She shook her head to get rid of these messy thoughts.
She then walked into the bathroom, stood under the shower, and started taking a shower.
Her hair was short and easy to wash, so she just had to rinse herself, but she was dawdling and didn't want to go out because the bathroom was an independent space where she could calm down her ups and downs of mood tonight.
After washing for half an hour, I finally turned off the water and wiped the water off my face.
What needs to be faced must be faced. What's the point of hiding in the bathroom?
So she put on the hotel's bathrobe and blow-dried her hair in the bathroom.
Her hair was short, so she blow-dried it in two strokes, then she walked out of the bathroom with her head down.
The young master was sitting on a chair by the window smoking. Their eyes met, and the young master looked at her through the swirling smoke.
Mu Ying's face flushed, and she quickly lowered her head and said, "Well, I'm done washing, Master, you go ahead."
The young master hummed, put out his cigarette, and closed the window a little.
Then the young master walked towards the bathroom, and when he passed by her, he suddenly stopped, frowned, and touched her hair.
"Why did you cut it short?"
Mu Ying raised her head, glanced at the young master quickly, then quickly lowered her head, still unable to look him in the eye.
"Are you asking this as my boyfriend or as a young master?"
"the latter."
Mu Ying pursed her lips. Yes, the role of boyfriend and girlfriend was over. Now he was just a young master.
She replied: "I have the final say over my hair. If I want to cut it short, I cut it."
The young master smiled and said, "What if it's your boyfriend? Do you have any other answers?"
Mu Ying's heart beat faster. She raised her head and looked into his eyes. She found that he had a playful look on his face and didn't really want to be her boyfriend.
"Master is not my boyfriend, so I won't answer you."
After saying that, she walked towards the chaise longue by the window.
If you were my boyfriend, I would tell you that I didn't originally want to cut my hair so short. It was the unreliable designer introduced by Huo Senze who kept cutting it shorter and shorter until it became like this.
I will also tell you that my hair grows very fast, and since you like the way my hair looks long, in another month I will be able to tie it up again.
It’s a pity that you are not my boyfriend, so whether I cut my hair short or keep it long has nothing to do with you.
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