"I remember there's no direct bus to the film city. You have to take an intercity bus first, then change to a minibus at the station. You have to reverse three times. Is that how you got there before?"
Ziyi was familiar with the roads around Jincheng. When Chen Zhiming wanted to shoot materials, she would often go to the film and television city to borrow scenes. Occasionally, when her company had nothing to do, she would be asked to be a driver.
"Yes, but the roads are very safe, don't worry." Qin Yuhuan was also used to reversing.
"I'm not worried," Ziyi thought for a moment, "Never mind, I'll take you there tomorrow. What time will you arrive?"
"Don't you have work before noon?"
"After all, I'm a rich second-generation, so I have the freedom to skip work." Ziyi winked playfully, "Calculating the time, it's twelve o'clock, and it takes six hours to drive, so we have to leave at six. I really have to stay at your place tonight, otherwise I won't be able to get up at all."
Qin Yuhuan seemed to be still hesitating, "Driving will be very tiring, Ziyi."
"So I'm going to take a shower and go to bed. Good sister, please lend me a set of clothes." Ziyi rubbed her hands and put on a begging gesture, "Do you have new underwear at home? If not, I'll order takeout."
"Yes, it is, but..." Qin Yuhuan glanced at Ziyi's chest with some embarrassment, "It seems that our underwear doesn't fit."
Ziyi blushed with embarrassment, "I'll order takeout."
After saying that, he ran away without looking back, shouting as he ran, "It will be delivered in half an hour. Sister, please help me collect it. I'm going to take a shower first."
Qin Yuhuan smiled softly on the spot, "Ziyi." She whispered these two words.
Suddenly there was a little cat in the house, and everything seemed different. Every corner was filled with vitality.
Qin Yuhuan received the takeaway, cut the label outside, and knocked on the bathroom door.
Ziyi poked out a wet head with a ball of white bubbles on top. "What's wrong?"
Qin Yuhuan raised the paper bag in her hand and said, "The takeaway has been delivered. Can I put it in the washing machine for you? It has a drying function, so you can wear it tomorrow morning."
Ziyi: ...
"Sister, even though we're all girls, I'm shy too."
Qin Yuhuan nodded in understanding, "I see. What you mean is that next time something like this happens, I won't ask you and just do it."
Ziyi: ...
"Is there a possibility that I can... myself...? Qin Yuhuan???"
Qin Yuhuan chose to ignore it, and leisurely walked to the balcony with the bag in his hand. It was obvious that he had begun to implement the policy of "don't ask, just do it."
Ziyi closed the door and stood under the shower again to rinse her head. She turned off the water halfway through, but still couldn't figure out why Qin Yuhuan was like this?
Maybe all straight women are like this.
After a while, Qin Yuhuan brought over one of her long nightgowns.
Ziyi opened the door again and stuck his head out.
"The nightgown is mine, but it's been washed. The underwear is new. I washed it once, so it's clean. The ones you bought will take another 40 minutes to dry. Do you want to sleep with me tonight?"
The place she rented only had one bedroom, "If you don't want, the sofa in the living room is a sofa bed. I'll sleep in the living room."
Ziyi stretched out an arm and took the nightgown. "No need. I'm staying here and you're sending the owner to sleep in the living room. That's a bit overbearing. But I'm a bit afraid of the cold. If possible, could you give me a thicker blanket?"
Qin Yuhuan nodded.
When the bathroom door was closed again, Ziyi realized that something was wrong. She could sleep on the sofa.
Why didn’t Qin Yuhuan give her this option?
Do you think it's impolite to let guests sleep in the living room?
But since everything had been agreed upon, Ziyi didn't want to suggest that she sleep in the living room. When she came out of the bathroom with her hair wrapped up, Qin Yuhuan had already plugged in the hair dryer.
"Sister Qin, you're so thoughtful," Ziyi couldn't help but sigh, "I just have everything I want."
"That's not that exaggerated." Qin Yuhuan lowered her eyes and reached out to take off the dry towel that Ziyi had wrapped around her hair. "I'll help you blow dry your hair."
Posture:?
"You gave me a caring personality, Ziyi." Qin Yuhuan had a point. "I need to maintain this personality."
Ziyi: ...
"You've exhausted all your twisted logic and reasoning." All that was left for her was an ellipsis.
Qin Yuhuan curled her eyes at the figure in the mirror.
She moved lightly, as if she had gained experience in doing her own makeup and hair. Her hair was dry and easily frizzed, and it would still get tangled even after applying a ton of conditioner.
But Qin Yuhuan was patient, untying her knots one by one, leaving Ziyi sitting in front of the dressing table bored. "Master Qin has such skills, if he doesn't hang out in the hair salon one day, he can open a hair salon. I'll subscribe to him for the whole year."
"Then I can't open it. The skin on my hands is thin. If I serve too many heads, my hands will itch. Serving you is enough for me." Qin Yuhuan spread out his hands so that Ziyi could see clearly. You could tell at a glance that the skin on the pads of his fingers was newly grown.
"Why is the skin peeling off?" Ziyi couldn't help but poke it.
"My hands sweat a lot, and I tend to get herpes around my period or when I stay up late. If it happens too often, my skin will peel." She didn't have this problem when she was young, but perhaps it's because she has been through so much in the past few years, and all of it weighed on her heart, affecting her emotions. Not only did she get herpes, but she also became more and more prone to allergies.
Home ointments and allergy medicines should never be stopped.
"Next time we go back to Jincheng, I'll take you to see the old doctor and ask you to take some Chinese medicine." Ziyi wanted to pick up the hair dryer, but Qin Yuhuan dodged her and said, "I'll do it myself."
"It's almost done, don't make trouble."
Ziyi chuckled, "I was just considering your hand, why are you messing with me again?"
"Don't ruin my mood when I'm getting my hair done," Qin Yuhuan grabbed Ziyi's hand and placed the rebellious hand on the dressing table. "Be good and sit still. Master Qin is about to start his magic."
Ziyi couldn't help but laugh non-stop, "You are so funny, Qin Yuhuan, do you know how funny you are?"
Master Qin is about to use his power.
How can you say such interesting things with such a cold face?
"Is there a possibility?" Ziyi's smile was so bright that Qin Yuhuan's eyebrows also curled up to smile, "You have a low sense of humor, Ziyi, you always love to laugh."
"Nonsense, I have a very high sense of humor." Ziyi was serious for a second, and the two serious faces exchanged glances in the mirror for a long time before finally laughing together. "Oh, okay, okay, I won't pretend anymore. It's you who's interesting. Qin Yuhuan, you're also very skilled. This is the first time someone other than a hairstylist has blow-dried my hair."
Qin Yuhuan turned off the hair dryer and asked in confusion, "Shu Baizhu... haven't you blow-dried your hair before? Your hair is so thick and full, very attractive and graceful."
Especially for someone like her who has loved braiding dolls' hair since she was a child.
"She wouldn't take care of me like that." When she mentioned Shu Baizhu, Ziyi's tone became much calmer, but it was only for a moment. She changed her arm to support her head and looked at Qin Yuhuan in the mirror. "You seem very interested in my past with Shu Baizhu."
"I can't help it." Qin Yuhuan sighed and turned on the hair dryer again. "You have to be considerate of the curiosity of the spectators."
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