Chapter 17 Sweet Lotus Pink Nightdress
It rained heavily.
Water vapor seeped in through the windows that were not closed tightly, making this autumn night even cooler, as if you could smell the scent of rain.
"Due to the strengthening of thunderstorm clouds, our city is expected to experience heavy rainfall in the next 1-3 hours. Citizens are advised to take precautions..."
The news in the living room was still being broadcast. Ming Zhao gave Mr. Zhou a rosewood scroll box, which contained authentic Song Dynasty flower and bird paintings.
The brushwork is exquisite and lifelike, with form and spirit coexisting, as if you can smell the fragrance of flowers and hear the crisp chirping of birds in your ears.
The more Mr. Zhou looked at it, the more excited he became, yet on the surface he remained calm and composed. He coughed pretentiously, "You have some taste, girl."
Then he pressed the corners of his lips together and waved his hand for the servant to take it away.
Ming Zhao's eyes curved slightly, and his head lightly bumped against Zhou Tingyun's shoulder.
He lowered his eyes and saw the girl's bright eyes filled with words like "I'm awesome, come and praise me!"
He pinched her face but didn't tell her not to bother with it so as not to spoil her fun.
Grandpa Zhou had no idea what his grandson was thinking. He looked up and saw the two of them walking out, and quickly called out, "Hey!"
Ming Zhao looked back in confusion.
"Why are you running around in such heavy rain?" Old Master Zhou said expressionlessly, snorting awkwardly. "It's not like our Zhou family is completely without a room."
At the same time, there was a loud thunder.
She shrank her neck reflexively.
Zhou Tingyun raised his hand and patted her back to comfort her, looking at the series of falling water outside.
The roads are slippery on rainy days and are indeed not suitable for driving.
Old Master Zhou saw this and frowned, saying, "You're even more timid than an ant!"
When the girl heard this, she became excited. She liked to go against others and deliberately shrank into Zhou Tingyun's arms.
So scary!
He looked cunning and deliberate, and his intentions were clearly shown on his face.
The man neither hid nor gave in, but indulged calmly.
Mr. Zhou was furious and told the servant to take the annoying guy upstairs immediately, thinking out of sight, out of mind.
*
Second floor corridor.
Thinking of Aunt Lin's words, Ming Zhao curiously asked Zhou Tingyun, "Do you have a room here?"
“Yes, but there are fewer people living here,” he said. “There were more in the past few years.”
Ming Zhao was just about to go and see what his room looked like when someone had already reached the door of the guest room.
The lights then came on.
The interior decoration is in the neo-Chinese style, mainly in dark colors, with most of the space left white. The beautifully shaped porcelain is dotted with lush green peacock wood.
Zhou Tingyun opened the drawer at the entrance of the room and handed her a knitted cloth bag.
These are toiletries specially prepared for guests staying temporarily, and they contain disposable underwear made of high-quality mulberry silk.
Most of Ming Zhao's clothes are made of this material, so they are not uncomfortable to wear.
She took it and asked, "Which floor is your room on?"
"The third room is on your left." Zhou Tingyun walked into the bathroom and adjusted the water temperature she usually used.
The girl followed him closely, like a clinging little tail. Perhaps because she was in an unfamiliar environment, she subconsciously stuck to people she was familiar with.
Her eyes swept across the hook next to the bathroom, and she suddenly remembered something and tugged at his clothes.
"What about my pajamas?"
I didn’t bring anything... am I supposed to sleep naked?
Although sleeping naked is comfortable and good for your health, this is not your own home.
Zhou Tingyun paused slightly.
After a moment, without changing his expression, he said, "I'll get it for you later."
Um?
Ming Zhao was surprised. "Whose did you take it from?"
There shouldn't be any of her pajamas here.
She didn't want to wear his clothes.
The man was unusually silent. Ming Zhao was the Princess and the Pea, but he wasn't that particular about the material, so he naturally knew that it would be uncomfortable for her to wear.
But about him having her nightgown...
Zhou Tingyun thought for a few seconds about how to explain.
Perhaps Aunt Lin didn't pay attention when she was sorting clothes, and she put Mingzhao's nightgown among several of his shirts and put them in the closet.
He happened to be staying here temporarily because of the Zhou family's busy affairs. When he opened his suitcase, he found an extra piece of cloth that did not belong to him.
In fact, you can send it back or fold it up.
It is more reasonable and appropriate.
But Ming Zhao was abroad at that time and was not with him.
The man stared quietly at the nightgown in his hand, his fingertips stained with a faint fragrance.
Finally, I chose to hang it in the wardrobe.
"Auntie Lin put it in the wrong place."
Zhou Tingyun calmly omitted his cross-line behavior.
Ming Zhao didn't think much about it, his mood suddenly brightened, and he just felt that he was really lucky.
Then he came to the door of the room, and the girl peeked through the crack of the door, looking very polite, as if it was not her who had barged into his room without saying hello.
"Come in."
Zhou Tingyun spoke up to end her performance.
The decoration is not much different from the guest rooms, and the main feature is clean and neat.
But because it was Zhou Tingyun's second home, she looked left and right curiously, and touched here and there.
Until the cabinet door opened with a slight sound.
She followed him and stuck close to the man.
The next second, I saw a piece of clothing hanging out of nowhere in the middle of a row of dark formal wear.
Sweet lotus root powder silk nightgown.
Very pink and girly.
The closet is a relatively private space, and even before, their clothes were never mixed together.
Nowadays, there is not much silk-like fabric, which is sandwiched tightly in it. The contrast with the calm and cold style is too strong, and it is subtly ambiguous.
Ming Zhao felt his eyes burned for some reason and stammered, "Why don't you fold it up?"
In her impression, Zhou Tingyun is always steady and restrained.
He was a strict and strict person, always observing etiquette in his interactions with others, and never overstepping the boundaries. If her nightgown had appeared in the closet, it must have been because she had been the one to ask for it.
The man tapped lightly on the wardrobe door with his long fingers.
"It's easy to crease," he explained.
Can't find any reason to go wrong.
But Mingzhao still felt his hands and feet curled up.
in particular……
She pursed her lips and watched him take out the hanger, and then her slender fingertips lightly hooked the thin shoulder straps.
The nightgown slipped off and lay softly in the palm of her hand.
When it was handed to her, slight wrinkles appeared where she gripped it.
The long fingers with prominent joints naturally hold the more private clothing for women, and the pink background reveals an inexplicable desire.
On someone as calm and composed as Zhou Tingyun, it actually seems a bit... frivolous and indecent.
*
Ming Zhao finished his shower and put on his clothes. Suddenly, for a few seconds, a scene of a man casually hooking off his shoulder straps flashed through his mind.
She looked in the mirror and saw one of her suspenders slipping off.
“…”
After a few seconds, his face flushed red.
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