It's hard to sleep if you haven't washed your body, especially if you're covered in alcohol.
Lin Congzhi couldn't bear to see Jiang Yimei's forehead furrow slightly with displeasure, so he immediately got up from his seat, strode out of the room, and went to the bathroom to find a towel and a washbasin.
I saw quite a few towels and washbasins, but I didn't know which ones belonged to Jiang Yimei.
The only person in the room who knows the situation and is currently conscious is Dong Ya.
In other words, he was going to ask Dong Ya.
After leaving the bathroom, he looked around the living room and kitchen but didn't see Dong Ya. He guessed that Dong Ya had gone back to her room.
Without thinking, he walked straight to Dong Ya's room.
As the footsteps grew closer, Dong Ya's heart pounded.
She didn't hear Lin Congzhi drinking water just now. In fact, the sound of drinking water is very quiet and difficult to hear unless you are there in person.
In other words, she did not know what Lin Congzhi's action represented.
If she drank the water she had drugged, then her spring has arrived; if it was something else, then there's nothing to be excited about.
"Da da da!"
The footsteps were steady and unhurried, as if the person was not in heat.
Dong Ya's smile gradually faded, and the tense atmosphere quickly dissipated.
"Tap tap!"
Just as she was about to recover, there was a knock on the door.
At that moment, she was terrified, because the knocking had a certain magic that made her mistakenly believe there was still hope.
Opening the door is the only way; only by opening the door can we know the truth.
She quickly calmed herself down and, while opening the door, asked in a normal tone, "Who is it?"
The next moment, Lin Congzhi's tall figure came into her view.
The man had deep eyes and a handsome, aloof expression as he stood calmly before her.
After a long pause, he spoke indifferently, not even bothering to give her a flirtatious glance: "Which towel and which plate in the bathroom belong to Jiang Yimei?"
With her mind so clear, her speech calm and steady, and her face as serene as a lake, it seemed she had been overthinking things. Lin Congzhi had not drunk that glass of water.
They're being very cautious. Why are they so cautious?
She was acting so casually, shouldn't Lin Congzhi be treating her like a thief?
I'm completely baffled.
After a two-second pause, she took the initiative to help Lin Congzhi.
Acting too surprised or asking too many questions would give her away. Since Lin Congzhi came seeking help, she should help him.
This Dong Ya is really strange. Most people would be curious why a grown man would look for a woman's towel and basin.
Did Dong Ya know what he was going to do?
Lin Congzhi had no idea.
If Dong Ya really knew, then Dong Ya's life experience is quite rich.
Dong Ya really knew why Lin Congzhi had taken Jiang Yimei's towel and washbasin.
Lin Congzhi was a gentleman, exuding elegance from head to toe. Such a person would not have any special hobbies.
Since there are no particular fetishes, the towel and basin were probably for wiping Jiang Yimei's face, applying a compress to her forehead, or washing her hands and feet, etc.
Anyway, she's used to socializing and has encountered this kind of thing quite a few times, so she has some experience.
After receiving the towel and washbasin from Jiang Yimei, Lin Congzhi thanked Dong Ya, saying, "Thank you."
"You're welcome!" Dong Ya replied with a smile.
Suddenly remembering something, she kindly reminded her, "The hot water is always on. If you need hot water, you can get it now."
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