Chapter 144 Shy

Qin Yao was wearing a silver-gray bathrobe. He walked over with a dry towel in his hand while wiping his wet hair. He stopped in front of Yun Nan, his wet eyebrows lowered, and glanced at the white porcelain on the short table. The disc is empty.

   Looking at Yun Nan slowly wiping the oil stains on his hands, his face was calm, and he couldn't see any emotions. It was a little different from the way he usually eats.

   "I'm going to take a shower first, you can think of what you want in return, just tell me later."

   Yun Nan threw the used wipes into the trash can, picked up the clothes, stood up and walked into the bathroom.

  Qin Yao looked sideways at her walking into the bathroom, raised his lips slightly, retracted his gaze, bent down, picked up the cigarette case and lighter, walked to the balcony, took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and lit it.

  …

   Yun Nan came out with wet hair and was wearing army green pajamas. He glanced at the room with misty eyes and saw a tall figure standing on the balcony, with sparks flashing in the dark night.

   Qin Yao leaned back against the railing, the cigarette between his fingers was the second one, most of which had been lit. When he saw Yun Nan coming out, he shouted, "Nan Nan."

   Yun Nan was about to go back to the study when he heard him call him, so he walked over.

  The light on the balcony is not on, so the light is relatively dim.

  Although it is an apartment, the balcony is huge.

She stopped in front of Qin Yao, looked up at the man who was more than half a head taller than her, and watched him take out the cigarette from his lips. With the wind blowing into the nose, the smell of smoke is a little light, and it is not unpleasant.

   "What do you want in return?"

   Yun Nan just wiped his hair casually before coming out, and the wet hair was still dripping with water.

Qin Yao saw water droplets dripping into her collar, he put the cigarette in his mouth, took off the pure white towel on his shoulders, and came to the back of her head. Because of the height difference, he could easily wipe it for her. Dripping hair.

   His movements are neat and natural.

   Yun Nan's eyes paused, and his voice was dull: "I'll do it myself."

   Then he reached for the towel in Qin Yao's hand, but was avoided by Qin Yao. He chuckled lightly, "Why, are you still shy?"

   "Huh!" Yun Nan also chuckled and didn't care, and withdrew his hand without arguing with him, "I should be happy that someone is waiting for me."

   Qin Yao smiled and didn't care, and was very satisfied with her cold and well-behaved appearance, thinking that when she was a child, she should have been a cute and well-behaved child.

  Because he was smoking, his thin lips were tightly pursed, but he did not delay his speech: "Are you curious about how I can make rice cakes and choose to make them for you today?"

   Yun Nan raised his eyes and looked at him when he heard the words. He had a cigarette in his mouth, his delicate eyebrows were slightly raised, and he was full of arrogance.

   She nodded. In other words, she had no interest in knowing it, but she still wanted to know the reason for being able to eat rice cakes that tasted like grandma.

"The first time we met was in Chenyao Town, where I lived for a while. Once in the village, I saw an old grandmother who was in her 70s. She accidentally fell while walking. I helped her up and took her home. She just wanted to make rice cakes for me to eat, saying that she was thanking me, and that she had a granddaughter, and she would come back after a while, and she liked to eat the rice cakes she made."

   When Qin Yao said this, he freed up one hand and threw the cigarette butts in his mouth into the trash can. This is a trash can for throwing cigarette butts, so there is water in it, so it won't burn.

   Ask for a ticket

   Ask for a ticket

   Ask for a ticket

  

  

   (end of this chapter)

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