A year older, the third master of Beijing circle kissed her to tears

This brought the two people, who actually had nothing to do with each other, one step closer.

Zhuang Zhoucheng had a smile on his face, feeling extremely satisfied.

"Um, someone is knocking on the door." Huo Yan said.

What's that look in his eyes?

Very scary.

Zhuang Zhoucheng nodded and whispered:

"Wait for me, huh?"

Huo Yan nodded, probably realizing that he had no other intentions, so he felt relieved.

It was Wancheng who sent the olive oil, and Zhuang Zhoucheng took the oil and came back.

Huo Yan looked at what Zhuang Zhoucheng was holding, a little surprised. She thought he hadn't heard her...

"how to use?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng still sat on the chair, looking around, but couldn't find the right method.

"Do you need a basin?" Zhuang Zhoucheng asked her. Do you want to pour it out and wash it?

Huo Yan was speechless and shook his head:

"Use tissue paper, just wet it."

I tore off some tissue paper, poured olive oil on it, and then wiped my face. Although my face was greasy, it was indeed clean.

Zhuang Zhoucheng tore off some tissue paper, poured olive oil on it and wiped the delicate parts of her body.

"Wait, I'll tear my eyelashes off."

Huo Yan pulled his eyelashes and tore them off himself.

Zhuang Zhoucheng saw her eyelids being lifted up, and then her two rows of exaggeratedly thick eyelashes were torn off.

He frowned and sighed:

"What's the point of messing around with all this? It'll only damage your skin."

"It looks good." Huo Yan said to him with a smile.

Zhuang Zhoucheng didn't say anything, he didn't see what was so good about it.

"Don't move." Zhuang Zhoucheng whispered.

After wiping her eyes clean, he took a cotton swab and carefully wiped the eyeliner on her inner eyelid.

"Don't do these tricks next time, okay?" Zhuang Zhoucheng whispered.

Huo Yan said nothing and dared not move.

Zhuang Zhoucheng took a cotton swab and gently rubbed the black liquid on his eyelids.

When she was rubbed, her cute apple cheeks couldn't help but tremble.

A rub, and then a shake.

Zhuang Zhoucheng stopped, looked at her sullenly, and said:

"Don't move. If I get in, you'll cry to death."

"I can't help it. I'm afraid you'll poke my eyes."

Huo Yan felt wronged, she could see his cotton swab gradually expanding, it was strange that he was not careful.

Zhuang Zhoucheng glanced at her and said nothing.

He was more afraid of poking in than she was, okay? Fortunately, his hands were steady, but he was a little unsure of the strength.

He changed a new cotton swab and wiped it clean carefully. After that, Zhuang Zhoucheng was still worried, so he used clean water to clean the area around her eyes repeatedly.

After he said yes, Huo Yan's eyes turned red from rubbing him.

Zhuang Zhoucheng covered her eyes and said:

"pain?"

Huo Yan nodded, she was enduring it with gritted teeth.

His hands were too heavy, and it felt like he was taking revenge on her, poking her eyes repeatedly.

She couldn't say it. If he really wanted to retaliate against her, wouldn't he stab her harder if she spoke out?

"Wash your hair too."

Zhuang Zhoucheng raised his hand and rubbed her hair.

Zhuang Zhoucheng is a rigid and indifferent man. It can be said that he cares about very few things and has no feelings about colors.

Huo Yan suits his taste, perhaps it is her original appearance that makes him feel comfortable.

"How can I do that? It will get into my eyes."

Huo Yan pushed Zhuang Zhoucheng's hand away, unhappy that he was touching her head.

"Sit over here."

As Zhuang Zhoucheng spoke, he pulled her over, leaned against the edge of the bathtub, and combed her hair out and let it hang outside.

"Lie back and sit still so the water doesn't get in your eyes."

After Zhuang Zhoucheng combed her hair, he took the shower head.

"Could you be a little gentler?"

Huo Yan gritted her teeth and endured it, but finally she couldn't bear it anymore and grabbed his hand, pulling it so hard that it hurt her scalp.

"so?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng was being showered with water, but she didn't scream. The temperature must be just right.

"Don't pull my hair, don't pull the roots, it hurts - ah, I told you not to pull it..." Huo Yan shouted while pushing Zhuang Zhoucheng.

Zhuang Zhoucheng stopped, this little troublemaker——

"Use your fingertips to rub it, how about this?" Zhuang Zhoucheng compromised.

Huo Yan's hand kept pulling Zhuang Zhoucheng: "Hmm...don't use too much force, my scalp hurts."

Zhuang Zhoucheng raised his hand and patted the back of her hand rudely:

"Calm down!"

Huo Yan recoiled in pain and immediately started grumbling. However, the hand didn't dare to pull him anymore, and kept preparing to pull his hand.

Zhuang Zhoucheng rubbed the shampoo and made foam. It was the first time for him to serve a woman in this way, but he did it very well.

"Be careful, the foam has gotten into your eyes again, and there's also some in your ears..."

Huo Yan kept mumbling, but Zhuang Zhoucheng ignored her and let her talk.

After washing my hair, I wiped it with a towel and said:

"Up, huh?"

Handing her the bathrobe, Huo Yan pushed Zhuang Zhoucheng:

"You need to go out first."

Zhuang Zhoucheng looked at her coldly, what a little troublemaker, with so many demands.

Seeing that Zhuang Zhou Cheng really came out, Huo Yan stood up from the bathtub, put on his robe, and then walked out barefoot.

"I don't have slippers." Huo Yan shouted from the bathroom door.

There was no one in the room, so Huo Yan walked out. Zhuang Zhoucheng came downstairs and looked back at her. Huo Yan smiled at him foolishly as if to please him.

She needed to think about it. If he didn't act like a hooligan to her, she could consider his words.

Zhuang Zhoucheng carried her slippers upstairs and placed them in front of her:

"The ground is cold, don't walk on it barefoot," he said.

Huo Yan didn't take it seriously. What was the big deal? It wasn't winter.

After stepping into her slippers, Zhuang Zhoucheng supported her with his hand, then lowered his eyes to look at her and asked in a low voice:

"Have you considered my words?"

Huo Yan looked at him blankly and said nothing.

Zhuang Zhoucheng's face was a little gloomy, and Huo Yan grabbed his wet hair:

"Don't be so stingy. I have to think about it before I can answer."

Do you really think she is so easy to fool?

Just followed him after a few words?

Huo Yan had his own plans in mind. Although he didn't know what Zhuang Zhoucheng did specifically, he knew that he was very capable.

She needs someone like this to help her, as her brother is still in there.

So she had an idea: if possible, she would not make enemies with him.

Zhuang Zhoucheng lowered his eyes and looked at her, his gaze dark and gloomy.

He was obviously displeased by her hesitation.

Without saying a word, he pulled her into the house and used a hair dryer to blow dry her hair.

"I can do it myself." Huo Yan said in a low voice.

Reaching out to take the hair dryer in his hand, Zhuang Zhou Chengyang opened his hand, but Huo Yan retracted his hand and sat quietly without moving.

She didn't know whether he was angry or what, but his expression remained the same. He didn't say anything, and she didn't say anything either.

Zhuang Zhoucheng blew the flute carefully. If Huo Yan had done it himself, he would have blown both heads.

But she didn't say anything, probably because she felt that he was not in the same mood as before.