Jiang Chuyi turned around and saw He Sizhao standing at the door. She ignored his question and asked what she wanted to ask first: "Didn't you go to do the laundry? Why are you here?"
He Sizhao walked a few steps inside, and his initial loss of composure had subsided, and his voice returned to normal.
"I just went back to your room and found you weren't there." He paused, his amber eyes looking at her seriously, "I was worried you might go out."
God knows how panicked he felt when he returned to the room and found Jiang Chuyi was gone, with pillows and quilts scattered all over the floor.
Although his mind told him that Jiang Chuyi would not be so angry as to run away from home, at that moment, the panic of returning to the base and finding that he had lost her still spread throughout his body, making him quickly forget what he had just done and start looking for her in every room of the villa.
He just arrived at Lian Riqing's door when he heard Jiang Chuyi's words. He didn't know the cause and effect, and his mentality suddenly collapsed, so he asked questions that he would never ask under normal circumstances.
"Why go out? It's hot and smelly." Jiang Chuyi turned his head away and continued to look at Lian Riqing. "Do you understand what I said? Lu Qianzhi and I have nothing to do with each other."
A clear cross appeared on Lian Riqing's forehead.
"Why should I care whether you and Lu Qianzhi have any relationship?"
Even though her tone was calm, you could easily hear the gritted teeth in her voice.
"You don't care?" Jiang Chuyi didn't notice He Sizhao's hesitant expression and began to think.
Thinking that Su Mo and Wuyi didn't show any special concern for Lu Qianzhi, and that there was no sign of the deep brotherhood in the original plot where they were willing to die for him, I felt relieved.
"Maybe it's not time yet." She muttered vaguely.
He Sizhao opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it in confusion.
With this interruption, Lian Riqing's previous mood disappeared. She looked tired, but didn't want to argue with Jiang Chuyi, a "child", so she took out the things in her bag and stuffed them into Jiang Chuyi's arms.
"Go do what you need to do." She rolled over, lying flat on her back with her back facing them, "Don't get in my way."
Jiang Chuyi didn't pay attention to what she was saying, his attention was drawn to the thing in his hand.
It was an exquisite corolla. The flowers and plants on it had dried up, but it had been well preserved and had a sense of refinement that a fresh corolla would not have.
"What is this?" Jiang Chuyi turned his head and asked.
He Sizhao took the wreath from her hand and put it on her head.
With her black hair, fair skin, white and light dress and flower crown, Jiang Chuyi looks like a fairy who knows nothing about the world.
He Sizhao's eyes softened. Seeing that Lian Riqing had already lain down to rest, he took Jiang Chuyi's hand and gently walked out of the room.
After all, it is not peacetime, so the special forces default to not closing the door when staying in such houses, otherwise they will not be able to respond immediately in case of an emergency.
The two of them left the room quietly.
After returning to their own room, Jiang Chuyi immediately rushed to the dressing mirror like a light little butterfly.
He Sizhao had a faint smile between his eyebrows. He watched Jiang Chuyi looking left and right in front of the mirror, and then he bent down to clean up the mess.
He didn't ask Jiang Chuyi why she was in a bad mood just now, but just said: "Remember to take it off when you go to bed later, otherwise it will be crushed."
"Oh." Jiang Chuyi really liked this flower crown. She happily lifted the hem of her skirt and turned around. Then, when she saw the hem of her skirt, she remembered something and turned to look at He Sizhao, "Is my skirt washed?"
He Sizhao's expression froze unconsciously. He didn't answer directly, but just said, "If you're sleepy, take a rest first. I'll be back after I finish washing."
Jiang Chuyi had no doubts, nodded and climbed onto the bed.
The flower crown was placed neatly on the bedside table.
He Sizhao had already replaced the mattress and other things, so it was not as dirty as before when she lived alone. It was very comfortable to rub her bare legs on it after taking a shower.
Seeing her disappear after wrapping herself in the quilt, He Sizhao sighed, shook his head, and turned to leave.
He ran into Wuyi head-on. Wuyi glanced at him and immediately showed a horrified expression.
"Boss, when did you and Su Mo learn to smile the same way?"
He Shizhao's expression froze on his face.
He accidentally realized that he had said the wrong thing, and before the boss's sharp gaze fell on him, he bowed and ran away from him.
He Sizhao entered the bathroom with a gloomy face. He walked to the sink and was about to continue working, but when he looked up, he saw himself in the mirror.
Although her complexion was a little dark, there was a gentleness radiating from the inside out in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows, and the corners of her mouth were unconsciously slightly raised, giving her an expression of being completely immersed in happiness.
He touched the corner of his lips with his slender fingertips, somewhat surprised at the genuine happiness in his heart.
...No wonder Wu Yi showed such a terrified expression.
A smile flashed in He Sizhao's eyes again, but when he saw the white skirt spread out on the ground, the corners of his lips pursed again.
He still had a lot of work to do, otherwise his happiness would disappear when Jiang Chuyi got up tomorrow morning.
He bent down and picked up a skirt.
…
Because the zombies around had been cleared out very quickly, Jiang Chuyi fell asleep quickly in this quiet and comfortable environment.
The result of falling asleep too early was that she suddenly woke up in the middle of the night.
She sat up in bed and blinked in confusion. It was pitch black all around her. Only the moonlight coming in from the window formed a gauze-like texture, allowing her to barely see the things in the room.
After looking around, there was no sign of He Sizhao on the bed or on the floor.
Where did this person go?
Jiang Chuyi scratched his hair, got off the bed barefoot, and walked out through the door.
She didn't have a watch, but it seemed to be very late. Everyone else had gone to sleep, and only the night patrolmen were wandering around the first-floor lobby, talking in low voices.
Jiang Chuyi's footsteps were so light that they did not attract their attention.
She was just about to go downstairs to ask them if they had seen He Sizhao when she noticed that the bathroom on the second floor was still lit, becoming the only source of light in the entire villa.
She had an idea and walked over there.
When her steps became light, they were enough to avoid anyone's detection.
She stuck to the door, looked inside carefully, and was slightly startled.
He Shizhao was indeed inside.
He was not showering or washing up, but was sitting on a small stool that he had brought from somewhere. All around him were skirts that had been washed and hung there to dry. He was sitting in the middle of the skirts, using the light of a flashlight to do his work seriously.
Jiang Chuyi stood on tiptoe and moved closer out of curiosity, only then could she see clearly that what he was holding in his hand was actually a skirt.
In his other hand, he held... a needle? He was threading it with expert skill.
Jiang Chuyi was puzzled and asked directly: "What are you doing?"
It was a small sound, but it brought a big fright.
When He Sizhao heard her voice, his whole body trembled violently and the needle tip almost pierced his finger.
He straightened his back and turned his head inch by inch, and saw Jiang Chuyi standing alive at the door, her eyes still fixed on the skirt in his hand, her expression stiff.
"...Xiaoyi?" His voice suddenly stopped. "Why are you still awake so late?"
"I asked you what you were doing."
Jiang Chuyi walked into the bathroom, took the skirt from his hand without hesitation, ignored He Sizhao's voice of "be careful with your hands", and held it in front of her eyes to look at it.
"Huh?" She turned it over. "Is this my skirt? Why does it look so similar...but not quite."
This dress was very similar to her bloodstained one, but there were still some differences, and the similarities and differences were half and half, and there was needlework hanging on it.
He Sizhao covered his face with his hands, and after putting his hands down, his expression returned to normal. But if you look closely, you will find that there is a hint of nervousness in his light-colored eyes.
"Xiaoyi, this is definitely not your original dress," He Sizhao said. "The blood stain on that dress is too large, and it can't be washed out no matter what. But if you like it very much, I can make you a new one."
Jiang Chuyi paused as she flipped through the pages, her expression unremarkable. "So, you're modifying my other dress to look like that one?"
"I don't have the right tools right now, so I can only modify it based on other skirts." The tension in He Sizhao's eyes became more obvious. When Jiang Chuyi was expressionless, it was obviously more unsettling than when she was obviously angry. "When we get back to the main base, I can make you an identical one. I promise."
"Can you make clothes?" Jiang Chuyi looked him up and down in amazement. She couldn't tell from anywhere that he could actually thread a needle.
"After living on my own for a long time, I naturally learn some necessary skills." He Sizhao said, then hesitated, "I didn't mean to..."
"Lie to me?"
Seeing the surprise on He Sizhao's face, Jiang Chuyi showed a slightly smug expression.
She didn't say that she heard it from his conversation with Su Mo before they left. She just said, "Why, do you think I'm as dumb as Wu Yi? I saw through this little trick at a glance."
"This is... indeed quite unexpected." He Sizhao gradually put away his surprise and said honestly.
The expression on Jiang Chuyi's face became even more proud, and He Sizhao even imagined that a big furry tail was raised high behind her.
"You lied to me, so you deserve to be sewing a skirt here in the middle of the night." Jiang Chuyi threw the skirt back to He Sizhao. "But since you're willing to make amends, I'll let it go. Remember to make me another one when you get back to that base."
He Sizhao stared at her in a daze, and the softest part of his heart seemed to be scratched hard by a kitten.
"But there must be punishment." Jiang Chuyi said, "Who told you to throw away my skirt without my consent? You are not allowed to sleep tonight until you finish correcting it."
He Sizhao looked at her lively expression when she was angry, and lowered his eyelashes to hide the greed in his eyes that could barely conceal.
"Okay." He agreed softly.
After resolving the matter, Jiang Chuyi left in a good mood, returned to his room and slept until dawn.
She didn't know whether He Sizhao had come back to sleep, but when he woke her up, he still looked radiant and showed no signs of lethargy.
When she was about to get up, He Sizhao unfolded a modified skirt and presented it to her.
I have to say that He Sizhao's craftsmanship is really good. Although they are two original skirts that are not exactly the same except for the style, Jiang Chuyi had a momentary hallucination when they were taken out.
She felt that this was the skirt that had been thrown away.
"Is it fixed?"
Jiang Chuyi jumped over the bed with shining eyes, and He Sizhao was so scared that he quickly put his skirt on the bed and caught her.
He Sizhao held the girl's fragrant and soft body in his arms. Before he could show the tenderness on his face, he realized how fragile this slender body was, and a trace of pain flashed in his eyes.
He didn't show it and patiently helped Jiang Chuyi zip up his back.
When they got downstairs, Su Mo, who was sorting supplies, looked up and saw them coming down. He saw Jiang Chuyi's visibly happy expression, and when he saw the skirt she was wearing, his eyes flashed.
"Brother Zhao really has a way. No wonder he didn't tell me what he wanted to do." He said with a smile, "No one else can really learn this method."
"Hmm?" Jiang Chuyi stopped and looked at him, "Can't you make clothes?"
"This matter..."
"Yeah, can't you make clothes?"
He Sizhao's figure loomed beside Jiang Chuyi, his eyes looking straight at Su Mo.
"This is a necessary skill. It would be really inconvenient if you don't have it, right?"
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