Fu Yi carried Quan Qiao back to the dormitory and rang the doorbell.
Xi Ran quickly opened the door and saw Quan Qiao sleeping. She frowned:
"Miss, what's wrong..."
"She's just asleep. Prepare some hot water for her."
As Fu Yi spoke, he carried Quan Qiao in and walked towards her room.
Xiran frowned and said quickly:
"Mr. Xia just called and asked me to get some information. He's waiting for me in the information room. I have to hurry over. I'm sorry to bother Professor Fu..."
After saying that, Xi Ran quickly ran out, and consciously closed the door for them.
She doesn't like young ladies to take the initiative, but the young lady is asleep now, and the one who takes the initiative is Professor Fu!
How can I miss such a good opportunity!
So, only Fu Yi, holding Quan Qiao, was left in the room...
Fu Yi could only carry Quan Qiao into the room and put her on the bed.
Quan Qiao was sleeping soundly with light makeup on her face.
He is a professor of medicine and knows very well how harmful it is to your skin to sleep with makeup on.
Moreover, Quan Qiao's feet were not washed either.
He has mysophobia...
He just stood by the bed, hesitated for a long time, and finally stepped into the bathroom and drew two basins of water.
Quan Qiao didn't know what was going on. Maybe she was too tired, and she showed no signs of waking up from beginning to end.
Fu Yi had no choice but to find some makeup remover on her desk, pour it on a cleansing towel, and gently wipe her face to remove her makeup.
Most girls’ skin will look rough and dull after removing makeup, but strangely, Quan Qiao’s skin appears more transparent and smooth.
Moreover, she was no longer so cold and beautiful, but instead had some fairy-like otherworldliness, as if she was a fairy that had just fallen from the sky, ignorant of worldly affairs and untainted by the dust.
Fu Yi was in the bathroom, his hand accidentally brushed against her lips, and his big, bony hand paused.
The touch was exceptionally soft, like a tiny cluster of electricity spreading from the fingertips to the heart.
His eyes fell on her pink lips, and his eyes became darker.
He had tasted those red lips many times before, but now...
Thinking of their current relationship, Fu Yi withdrew his gaze, took off her shoes and washed them simply.
No one knew that the always reserved and aloof Fu Yi was actually squatting beside the bed, washing Quan Qiao's feet...
After quickly tossing and turning, he put her legs on the bed and covered her with a quilt.
He turned around and was about to leave, but a hand suddenly grabbed his wrist with extra force.
Quan Qiao seemed to be having a nightmare, with a slightly furrowed brow and a hint of uneasiness on his face.
She was sleeping flat on her back just now, but now she is curled up, feeling very insecure.
She grabbed a life-saving straw and pulled down hard.
Fu Yi looked at her slightly frowned brows and uneasy face, and had to stay where he was, letting her drag him.
Quan Qiao was still not satisfied, and kept moving until he finally found a suitable position.
Her head rested on Fu Yi's arm, and one hand was holding his arm.
Fu Yi was pulled by her to sit on the edge of the bed, pressing one side of his body down slightly, trying his best to accommodate her.
suddenly!
Quan Qiao pulled down hard again, and Fu Yi lost his balance and fell uncontrollably onto the bed.
In order to avoid crushing her, he slightly turned sideways when he fell.
So, the two of them started sleeping face to face in bed, so close that their noses were touching.
Their breath fell on each other's faces, and the atmosphere instantly became very subtle.
Fu Yi could smell the faint fragrance from her body, and because she was sleeping on her side, he could see things he shouldn't see when he lowered his eyes.
His breathing suddenly became hotter and his eyes darkened.
This little goblin!
He was about to get up, but Quan Qiao's slender arms suddenly wrapped around his waist tightly!
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Xiaoxiaoyao: I’m very sorry that I’ve been updating so lately and the update volume is so low, because the data is really too low. In the past month, even if I updated 4,000 words every day, my income was only twenty or so. A good story can’t be sustained anymore... I write every day with a mentality of collapse.
But don't worry, my dears, even if I collapse, I will still finish the whole story, but the updates may be late or slow~
Oh, life is not easy, meow meow sighs~
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