"Don't worry, uncle just can't run anymore and is a little behind."
Fang Xiaole said to Lin Yao with a smile.
"Ah, why are you sweating so much? Come in quickly."
Seeing that Fang Xiaole's forehead was covered in sweat and even his clothes were wet with sweat, Lin Yao hurriedly pulled Fang Xiaole into the apartment and asked him to sit on the sofa.
He went into the bathroom, took his own towel, wet it with hot water and wrung it out, then hurried out to wipe Fang Xiaole's face.
"It's okay, just take a shower when we get back to the hotel."
Fang Xiaole took the hot towel and wiped it casually on his face.
"No, you're all sweaty and the temperature has dropped today. You'll catch a cold."
Lin Yao couldn't help but take the towel from Fang Xiaole's hand and carefully wiped the sweat off his face.
"By the way, when uncle comes back later, don't tell him that I arrived a long time ago. Just tell him that I just came in and I'm exhausted."
Fang Xiaole remembered something and quickly reminded Lin Yao.
"Why?" Lin Yao went to the bathroom and wrung out a towel with hot water. Then she returned to the living room and asked in surprise.
Fang Xiaole briefly told the story of the race between Lin Duanzheng and himself.
"My dad just wants to save face, don't mind it."
Lin Yao also knew her father's character, and asked a little embarrassedly:
"My dad didn't give you any trouble, did he?"
Fang Xiaole was in a very good mood at this time. He couldn't help but raised his hand and gently pinched Lin Yao's delicate face, and said with a smile:
"I actually hope my future father-in-law will give me a hard time. Why are you so calm? Your father no longer objects to us being together."
"I'm very happy." Lin Yao's face was pinched and her words were a little unclear, but she did not resist at all. She even leaned forward slightly to make it easier for Fang Xiaole to knead her.
"At first I was very scared, I don't know why, but since you came, I'm not afraid anymore."
Listening to Lin Yao's gentle words and looking at her slightly thinner face, Fang Xiaole couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache. He stood up and hugged the delicate person in front of him into his arms.
"I'm sorry, I didn't discuss it with you and Sister Mo beforehand, and I decided to have you participate in my new show. You'll have to bear the consequences later."
Lin Yao was suddenly hugged by him. She was slightly stunned. She sniffed the familiar scent on his body with her pretty nose, closed her eyes contentedly, and rested her forehead lightly on his shoulder.
"No, it's my fault. I should have told you about my family situation earlier, but I, I was afraid..."
Lin Yao's voice was filled with guilt and fear.
"Silly girl, next time I'll have to interrogate you thoroughly to find out how many things you're hiding from me."
Fang Xiaole knew Lin Yao's worries. This silly girl had always been very self-conscious about her family. She was afraid that Fang Xiaole would be scared away by her family situation, so she never dared to tell him.
"Oh, the towel is cold again, you, you wait."
Lin Yao suddenly cried out softly, broke free from Fang Xiaole's arms, hurried into the bathroom, wrung out the towel with hot water again, and returned to the living room.
"Hey, lift up your clothes. You're all sweaty. You need to wipe it off."
Lin Yao whispered to Fang Xiaole, the blush on her pretty oval face had not yet faded, and two fiery clouds appeared again.
"No need for that?" Fang Xiaole was slightly stunned.
"Yes, hurry up, or you'll catch a cold."
Although Lin Yao's face was very red, her attitude was very firm.
Fang Xiaole coughed dryly and had to lift up his T-shirt. Lin Yao wiped him carefully with a towel.
He lowered his head and looked at the girl who was wiping his body carefully with a smile on his face.
She lowered her head, not daring to look up to meet his gaze, but just blushed and pursed her lips.
The sun rises, and the sunlight penetrates the thick clouds and shines into the living room, inlaying the two people's bodies with a light golden edge, like a timeless oil painting.
Cough cough.
Suddenly, an "unknown object" named Strict Father or Tsundere Father-in-law suddenly broke into the edge of the painting.
He ran breathlessly into the apartment door that the two had forgotten to close, and happened to see his daughter wiping the body of the brat.
Lin Duanzheng was stunned, not knowing whether he should get angry or walk away quietly. He could only stand there stiffly, and finally couldn't help coughing twice.
"ah!"
When Lin Yao heard her father cough, she screamed like a frightened little rabbit, and her whole body jumped up. The red clouds on her face quickly spread from her neck to her shoulders.
"Dad, I, we..."
She gave Fang Xiaole a reproachful look, meaning why didn't you close the door just now.
Fang Xiaole looked back at her innocently and said, "It was because you were in a hurry to pull me in that I didn't have time to close the door."
The two exchanged glances, Fang Xiaole's breathing became heavier, and he pretended to be out of breath, then turned to look at Lin Duanzheng:
"Huhu, Uncle Lin, you caught up with me the moment I walked in? Luckily, this section of the road is only eight or nine kilometers. If it were longer, you would have caught up with me."
Lin Yao continued, "Dad, what were you two doing out there? Why is Fang Xiaole so tired from running? And you didn't even break a sweat?"
Lin Duanzheng originally knew that he would definitely not be able to outrun Fang Xiaole, so he deliberately proposed a race just to save face. However, he didn't expect that the brat would disappear when they were halfway through the race.
He felt a little embarrassed and sped up as fast as he could to catch up with the brat. He finally ran back to Lin Yao's house, but saw Fang Xiaole already there enjoying his daughter's service. He suddenly felt a little annoyed.
This loss was too tragic, wasn't it?!
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