Chapter 290: The little girl is really cruel
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Liang Zhouheng took a step forward and gently touched her cheek with his hand.
When he spoke, his suppressed breathing made his voice particularly hoarse.
His fingers felt like they were electrified. Song Cun took a step back in panic, avoiding his touch and leaning against the cabinet door.
"I'm fine, Brother Liang, you can go out first."
Song Cun suppressed his heartbeat and looked at him sensitively and vigilantly.
Liang Zhouheng didn't know how to describe the feeling at this moment. It was like the meat was on the edge of his mouth and then fell to the ground.
The blood in his body was still surging, but he had to take a step back. Looking at the small piece of tender meat in front of him, he forced himself to look calm and said with a slight curl of his lips, "I thought you had a fever. Why is your face so red?"
Song Cun subconsciously reached out to touch his face, but his palms were already full of sweat.
"No, it might be too hot. I'll go dry your clothes for you."
After she finished speaking, she ran away from him in a panic.
Liang Zhouheng drooped his eyelids, suppressed the dark look in his eyes, and slowly turned around.
She kept using a hair dryer to blow his clothes. Liang Zhouheng stood behind her, his eyes sweeping across her back and then suddenly retracting.
He walked to her side, moved his lips, and said softly, "That's enough, no need to blow."
The noise of the hair dryer stopped again, and Song Cun handed him the clothes in his hand. "You should be able to wear them now. Go inside and change. I'll get you an umbrella."
She quickly stood up and ran to the entrance cabinet to search.
Liang Zhouheng squeezed the dry clothes in his hands, swirled his tongue in his mouth, and turned into the bedroom.
Song Cun waited obediently at the door with an umbrella in his hand.
Liang Zhouheng stood in the small girl's bedroom, casually untied the bath towel around his waist, and scanned this small world with his sharp eyes while putting on his clothes.
This bedroom is less than half the size of his bathroom, but it is neatly arranged and looks warm and comfortable at first glance. There is a faint scent of milk in the air, exactly the same as the smell on her body.
He closed his eyes slightly, and the scene in the room just now seemed to come back to him. The girl's clean face, trembling eyelashes, and quiet and suppressed breathing were so clear that they seemed to be imprinted in his mind.
Liang Zhouheng didn't stay in the room for long. He fastened the button on his pants and walked out. He stayed there for less than a minute.
Song Cun stood respectfully at the door, and his intention to see the guest off was obvious.
Liang Zhouheng glanced out the window. The rain outside still showed no sign of abating. The little girl was really cruel.
He said nothing, walked towards her, took the umbrella from her hand, and while lowering his head to change his shoes, he quietly told her: "Take a hot bath too, don't catch a cold, close the doors and windows, and go to bed early."
Song Cun's nervousness had calmed down a lot: "Well, thank you Brother Liang for sending me back. Drive carefully on the road."
When he raised his head, his face regained its gentle and casual smile. He stared at her eyebrows and said, "You are so polite. Should I also thank you for taking me in for a short time?"
Song Cun's ears inexplicably felt warm again, and he whispered, "You're welcome."
"Well, I'm leaving then."
Liang Zhouheng reached out to open the door, and the girl's voice, which was obviously relieved, came from behind him, "Goodbye, Brother Liang."
"Um."
He lowered his throat and didn't look back.
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