Su Er hid in the bathroom. On the sink, a nightgown, towel, underwear, and high-end skincare products were all prepared for her, even the sizes were correct. She didn't know when he had told her to do this.
Anyway, Jiang Siyan always did things very thoroughly and meticulously, so Su Er was too lazy to investigate further.
However... something is missing.
After Jiang Siyan finished his cigarette and went inside, he saw that the bathroom door was slightly ajar, and Su Er was peeking out, looking at him sweetly.
That expression clearly indicates he's up to no good.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Siyan asked.
Su Er said in a sweet voice, "Thank you for preparing these things for me."
Jiang Siyan waited patiently for her to continue.
Soon, Su Er said, "But one thing is missing."
Jiang Siyan raised his chin, signaling her to continue.
Her smile widened, and she clearly pronounced the three words: "Sanitary napkins."
She looked very apologetic. "I'm so sorry, I forgot to tell you beforehand. I'll have to trouble you to have someone make another trip."
So that's where they were waiting for him. No wonder he was grinning like a sly fox when he agreed to stay.
Jiang Siyan raised an eyebrow. Seeing that something was wrong, Su Er hurriedly tried to close the door again and hide in the bathroom like a coward.
At the critical moment, Jiang Siyan stepped in first, blocking the door and pulling her out by the wrist.
With a look of surprise on Su Er's face, he held her tightly in his arms, rested his chin on her shoulder, and breathed on her cheek. "You're so confident, aren't you?"
Su Er had no intention of lying and nodded confidently, "Yes."
What could Jiang Siyan do about her? Besides, there was nothing to be angry about.
He cupped her face and kissed her several times, then gently kneaded her cheeks a few times.
The little girl's hair was caught on her knuckles and fell down, making it look a bit messy and disheveled.
He casually let her hair down, ruffled her hair, and asked, "What size do you want?"
"You know about this?" Su Er asked, somewhat surprised.
Jiang Siyan flicked her forehead and asked with dissatisfaction, "So, in your mind, I don't even have this much common sense?"
Actually, you can't blame her. For a long time, Su Er still vividly remembered the scenes of teenage boys screaming and howling at the sight of sanitary napkins.
As I met more people, those stereotypes faded a little, but very few of them knew the specific model number. At most, they would just ask, "Why are the numbers on the outer packaging different?"
Su Er hugged Jiang Siyan's neck, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him. Her explanation was vague: "You're too magnanimous to hold a grudge against someone like me."
The words were nice, but the attitude was completely insincere. The next sentence was, "I want Anpan sleeping pants, size 420, and size 360."
When it comes to giving him orders, he is truly decisive and clear-cut.
She was the first and the only one.
But since I brought it back myself, I couldn't just lose it, so I could only cherish it and pamper it.
Jiang Siyan released his arms from her waist. "I'll go buy it for you. You take a shower first."
"You..." Go buy it? Su Er didn't ask the last three words. This time, the surprise flashed by so quickly that he didn't notice it.
She gripped the doorknob again, her tone playful, "Then I'm going to take a shower. Thank you for your trouble, Mr. Jiang."
Jiang Siyan shook his head with a chuckle. He went downstairs to get his car keys. The food outside had already been cleaned up, and the housekeeper and nanny were already resting at this time.
The supermarket isn't far away; it's a five-minute drive from the alleyway.
His footsteps landed on the bluestone slabs, faster than usual, like a child eager to run home in the sweltering summer to drink a refreshing bowl of mung bean soup.
Jiang Siyan opened the car door, and the car started up in the quiet alley, making it seem unusually noisy.
As he was turning the steering wheel and waiting at a traffic light, it suddenly dawned on him that he hadn't made a simple phone call and had ended up driving around in circles.
The light reflected in his pupils turned green. Jiang Siyan opened the car window, and a warm breeze blew into the car. His chaotic thoughts then seeped out through the crack in the window and scattered into the night.
The reason for this might be that they were afraid the young girl would have to wait too long, and besides, it wasn't something that could be waited for.
It took Jiang Siyan ten minutes to get back to his room. When he returned, the sound of running water in the bathroom was still going on. He knocked on the door and said, "Er'er."
The sound of water drowned out some of the voices, and Su Er unconsciously raised her voice, "Yeah! You can put it at the door."
Jiang Siyan put down his hat and went to another bathroom to take a shower. When he came out, the sound of water in the master bedroom had just stopped.
A voice came from behind the door asking, "Jiang Siyan, are you in your room?"
After waiting a few seconds and no one spoke, Su Er unlocked the door and opened it a crack.
Amidst the rising steam, a delicate white hand emerged, its knuckles tinged with a pale pink.
The bag was actually right by the door, but she was groping around on the floor with her head turned away, and she just missed it by a hair's breadth.
Jiang Siyan kindly handed it to her, and Su Er's hand trembled visibly, startled. The door was quickly closed.
"Jiang Siyan?" Her voice sounded muffled through the door.
"Um."
Why are you so quiet in your room?
Jiang Siyan blatantly lied, "I just came in. Did you call me earlier?"
"……No."
Jiang Siyan smiled and didn't expose her.
The sound of a hairdryer came from the bathroom again, and the door didn't seem to be about to open. Jiang Siyan took his computer and, instead of going to the study, worked on the soft couch on one side.
Ten minutes later, the bathroom door was fully opened, giving him a perfect panoramic view.
Amidst a swirling mist, the little girl, dressed in a silk slipper nightgown and wearing slippers, had her entire body, not just her knuckles, tinged with a light pink from the steam, giving the illusion that if you pinched her, her hand would be saturated with juice like a ripe peach.
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