Chapter 282: The Greedy School Beauty Who Was Attacked by Campus F4 at the Same Time (20)
Should I say she is worthy of being an artist? It feels much better. Although I can't say where it is better, Qingwu is very satisfied.
The walls were painted a light pink, and a gorgeous crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, emitting a soft glow.
The furniture in the room also uses exquisite carvings, which complements the overall style.
Beside the bed stands a carved wooden bedside table, on which stands a small and exquisite vase. In the vase are several gorgeous roses, emitting bursts of rich floral fragrance, filling the whole room with a romantic atmosphere.
In a corner of the room, there is a huge wardrobe. The door is made of a whole piece of carved glass. Through the glass, you can vaguely see that it is filled with all kinds of gorgeous clothes.
Next to the wardrobe is a dressing table covered with white plush cushions, on which a wide variety of cosmetics and jewelry boxes are neatly arranged.
A trace of doubt flashed through Qingwu's mind, and she was a little surprised at Duanmu Huajun's attentiveness and thoroughness.
Preparations were made so quickly and completely, it seemed that Duanmu Huajun was... certain that she would stay?
Qingwu's thoughts were pulled back to yesterday. At that time, she looked at the quiet atmosphere in the villa and had some doubts in her heart.
The conditions in the villa are so good, why did Duanmu Huajun go to the lounge to paint that day?
Is there anything in the lounge worth his painting?
However, Qingwu did not dwell too much on these issues.
Her attention was quickly drawn to the beautiful clothes in the closet.
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At this time, Duanmu Huajun, who was preparing breakfast for Qingwu, relaxed his brows slightly and raised the corners of his mouth unconsciously after hearing the prompt tone.
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Duanmu Huajun supported himself on the sink with one hand, feeling the tingling and numb sensation like an electric current, but a faint smile gradually emerged between his eyebrows.
The glass-like eyes became even more charming and moving at this moment.
It seems that Awu has discovered it...
The smile on Duanmu Huajun's lips became more and more obvious.
He slowly picked up the breakfast placed aside and prepared to knock on the door to enter Qingwu's room.
Although the body was still trembling slightly, the tingling electric shock sensation continued.
But Duanmu Huajun's posture remained upright, and his hand holding the plate was as steady as a rock, without the slightest shaking.
Rather, this kind of punishment made him even more excited...
"Knock, knock."
He took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and then said softly, "Awu, are you awake? Can I come in? I've brought you breakfast."
As soon as the voice fell, a slightly angry and arrogant voice came from the room: "Come in!"
The smile on Duanmu Huajun's lips became even more pronounced. He slowly opened the door and walked in.
As soon as he entered the door, Duanmu Huajun's eyes were attracted by the scene in front of him.
The beautiful girl in front of him was sitting on the bed he had carefully arranged, and the room he had also carefully prepared for her.
And her pajamas...
He also changed it for her.
Qingwu's originally fair cheeks, under the background of this atmosphere, showed a faint blush, just like peach blossoms blooming in spring, which was a little too tempting.
Her brows were slightly furrowed, forming a small arc, and her beautiful eyes stared at Duanmu Huajun, with a hint of anger in her eyes.
But Duanmu Huajun didn't seem to notice Qingwu's change of mood. He walked into the room with a smile on his face and light steps.
Duanmu Huajun walked to the bedside table, gently put down the tray in his hand, then raised his head, and his eyes happened to meet Qingwu's.
Qingwu's eyes were slightly shy, yet also contained a questioning tone, and they fell directly on Duanmu Huajun.
Duanmu Huajun tilted his head innocently, revealing his delicate jawline, perfectly showing his confusion.
He asked softly, "What's wrong, Awu?"
Qing Wu, her fair cheeks flushed crimson, stammered, "You, you're still asking what happened? Who...who changed my clothes?"
Duanmu Huajun's expression was calm, and her voice was as calm as usual: "I changed it."
This surprised Qingwu.
She had never expected that Duanmu Huajun would admit it so bluntly.
Duanmu Huajun's tone was so natural, as if it was not a big deal.
Duanmu Huajun looked at Qingwu standing there in a daze, blinked in confusion, and asked again: "What's wrong?"
After being asked this question, Qingwu didn't know what to say.
The question she had prepared was suddenly choked in her throat. Isn't this... being a hooligan?
She couldn't help but think of Duanmu Huajun's "growing environment" and wondered in her heart, could it be that in Duanmu Huajun's concept, the concept of strict separation between men and women simply does not exist?
After a long while, Qing Wu finally mustered up the courage and stammered, "Men and women shouldn't touch each other... How could you just help me change my clothes..."
Qingwu even found that her body felt dry and comfortable, and her face was smooth, as if someone had helped her wash her bath and wipe her face.
Duanmu Huajun seemed to have suddenly realized something at this moment. A trace of apology flashed in his eyes, and he quickly explained: "Awu, I offended you, didn't I?"
"I was just worried that you would be uncomfortable sleeping in your coat without taking a shower, so... I really didn't realize the issue of gender discrimination."
Duanmu Huajun's tone sounded a little pitiful. He continued, "No one has ever taught me these things before, and no one has ever taken care of me..."
After hearing this, Qingwu remained silent.
She silently comforted herself in her heart that artists often do not care about details in order to create art...
Duanmu Huajun might really just want to make her feel more comfortable.
He meant well, and she had indeed gotten a good rest last night.
Duanmu Huajun had little contact with strangers since childhood, so she may not be very familiar with some taboos between men and women.
Although Qingwu thought so in her heart, she always felt that something was not right.
However, when she saw Duanmu Huajun's cautious and flattering look, fearing that she would be angry, Qingwu's heart softened involuntarily.
In the end, Qing Wu just managed to say: "Thank you, but no need next time."
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