When they returned to the hotel, Song Nanwu fell into a deeper sleep while holding the lettuce.
Si Jin felt a little pain in his eyes when he looked at the lettuce. He paid the money, put a mask and hat on her, then carried her out of the car and returned to the room.
Si Jin gently placed Song Nanwu on the bed. Looking at her combat uniform jacket, he couldn't help but frown.
There was dirt on the lettuce, and it stained the clothes.
"I don't know what he was thinking when he got drunk and went digging in the dirt."
There was a hint of disgust in the lazy and indifferent voice. Si Jin took the lettuce from Song Nanwu's hand and threw it on the bedside table beside him, and was about to take off the coat stained with mud.
However, just as his fingers touched the zipper of his clothes, Song Nanwu suddenly opened her eyes. There was a sharpness in her cold eyes, but when she saw that it was Si Jin, it disappeared instantly.
"Captain." Song Nanwu called softly.
"It's me." He glanced at her indifferently. Seeing that she was blinking and about to close her eyes, Si Jin simply pulled her up and said, "Little sister who believes in Buddhism, go wash your hands before going to sleep."
"No." Song Nanwu closed her eyes lightly and refused without thinking, "I'm so sleepy, I want to sleep."
Having said this, Song Nanwu lay back and was about to fall asleep, but Si Jin quickly stopped her, then picked her up horizontally with one force and forcibly took her to the bathroom.
After turning on the faucet and adjusting the temperature, Si Jin looked at Song Nanwu, who was standing drowsily beside him, and said, "Wash your hands."
Song Nanwu frowned at him and tugged at her hair irritably, "Why do you have to wash your hands? I don't want to wash my hands."
Si Jin looked at her actions and resisted the urge to ask her to wash her hair for a moment.
Pursing his lips, he grabbed her wrist and lifted it up to his eyes, saying, "Look how dirty your hands are from digging the soil. Wash your hands quickly."
"Why is it so dirty?" Song Nanwu looked at her hands and became curious.
"Heh." Si Jin sneered at her, "Who knows what some people have done."
The indifferent voice carried a hint of mockery. Song Nanwu looked at him with drunken eyes, then obediently put her hands under the faucet and began to wash.
Si Jin took the hand sanitizer beside her and squeezed it onto her hands twice, saying, "Wash it clean, especially between your nails." There was dirt in there.
The warm water flows between my palms, feeling warm.
Song Nanwu washed her hands carelessly, then pulled them back from the faucet. She looked at Si Jin and held her hands out in front of him as if to ask for credit. "They're clean now, look."
"What do you mean by wash it clean?" Si Jin said calmly, putting down the hand sanitizer in his hand. He glanced at the dirt still remaining in the crevices of the fingernails of the hands in front of him, took the tissue beside him, pulled down one of Song Nanwu's hands, and carefully wiped the crevices of the fingernails to clean it.
Even though he lowered his head, one could still see the serious expression on his handsome face. Beneath his beautiful brows, his long, curly eyelashes fluttered gently like butterfly wings, and when they fell on his eyelids, they seemed to be stained with a layer of bluish-gray.
Song Nanwu looked at him in a daze, then blinked slightly and suddenly moved closer to Si Jin, "Captain, you are so beautiful."
Hearing this heartfelt praise, Si Jin said without even blinking, "Buddhist sister, let me remind you that the word 'good-looking' is used to describe women."
"Oh." Song Nanwu responded, but she just listened and forgot about it after a while. She praised again, "The captain's eyes are beautiful too."
As she said this, her other hand, which was not held by Si Jin, seemed to be uncontrollably moving towards those eyes.
"Do you dare to touch my face with your dirty hand?" Si Jin spoke at the right time, his lazy voice revealing a hint of threat, but he still carefully cleaned the dirt from between her nails without looking up at her.
Hearing this, Song Nanwu pursed her lips slightly, looked at Si Jin and asked carefully: "Can't you even touch me?"
Someone was acting like a hooligan in all seriousness. Si Jin curled his lips slightly and glanced at Song Nanwu. "Young lady who believes in Buddhism, will you be responsible if I touch you?"
"Yes." Song Nanwu nodded seriously, "Responsible."
"Heh." Si Jin sneered, totally disbelieving what she said after getting drunk.
He changed his hand to clean it and said slowly, "I won't let you touch it. You are a person who refuses to admit your mistake after pulling up your pants. Your credit is negative."
"I admit it, I admit it." Song Nanwu quickly looked at Si Jin sincerely and made the promise.
Si Jin remained unmoved. He took another tissue, wet it with water, and wiped the dirt from between his fingernails. "A Buddhist girl acts like a hooligan when she's drunk. You really can't tell that on weekdays. Do you think you'll regret it when you wake up tomorrow?"
Song Nanwu asked softly for the last time, and frowned slightly at Si Jin, "What do you mean by drunk?"
Si Jin raised his eyes and glanced at her without saying anything. He also cleaned the dirt from the last finger of his hand.
Throwing the tissue into the trash can nearby, Si Jin took Song Nanwu's hands and washed them again under the faucet, then pulled a clean towel over to wipe off the water stains on her hands.
"Go to sleep, Buddhist sister." Putting down the towel in his hand, Si Jin said calmly and turned to leave the bathroom.
Song Nanwu followed behind Si Jin, still unwilling to give up, "Let me touch it."
"Touch your ass."
"I want to touch you."
Si Jin: “…”
As they were talking, the two of them had already reached the bedside, one in front and the other behind.
"Take off your coat and give it to me." Si Jin felt uncomfortable when he glanced at the mud stains on Song Nanwu's clothes.
"Take it off so I can touch it?" Song Nanwu looked at him and asked.
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