Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

She looked down at her lower body which was almost completely wet.

"Oh, you are responsible for me."

Cao Lu stammered, his face flushed red:

"I, I, I can't, I'm a monk..."

Jingzhi: "Tsk..."

"I'm not asking you to marry me. This dress is wet because I came out to pick you up. You have to help me wash it. It's all muddy. Don't put it in the washing machine."

Cao Lu asked blankly: "What kind of chicken is a laundry chicken?"

Jingzhi slapped his forehead and remembered that he was an ancient person.

"You wash it by hand anyway!"

Cao Lu nodded obediently: "Okay."

After teaching Cao Lu how to use the shower head and turn on the hot water in the next room, she returned to her room and took another shower.

When she came out after washing, she saw a girl in the thatched cottage with half-wet hair and wearing Zhu Jiu's sexy pink shirt.

"you……"

There are many shirts and pants of Zhu Jiu in the closet, why did he choose to wear that one?

That dress has a special meaning to her.

Cao Lu looked down at his clothes and said a little embarrassedly:

"My clothes are wet, can you lend me this for a while? Don't worry, I'll help you wash them."

The other clothes are basically pure white.

I was afraid of soiling other people’s clothes that I couldn’t wash clean in that thatched cottage, so I just picked up a fancy one.

But I didn't expect that she misunderstood me.

Jingzhi glanced at him for a moment, took out a hair dryer from the drawer, and was about to hand it to him, but seeing his wary look, she sighed and handed the hair dryer to him.

She quickly walked back to her room, took her hair dryer, plugged it in at the door, and stood up to blow-dry her hair.

"Look, use it like this."

"If you go to bed with your hair wet, it will cause cold air to enter your body."

Caolu looked at her gradually drying hair, nodded as if he understood, and fumbled to plug the hair dryer in his hand into the socket next to the sofa.

I tried to argue for a long time but still couldn't get through.

He looked up at her, his eyes full of confusion and bewilderment.

This wet look was both pitiful and cute. Jingzhi's heart skipped a beat. Her watch ticked and her expression suddenly changed.

Looking back at the thatched cottage, the doubt in his eyes deepened.

The look in his eyes as he looked at her watch was full of curiosity.

Jingzhi closed her eyes. He was like a newborn baby now, understanding nothing. Why was she so nervous?

"fine."

"Look at the socket carefully. Two holes match two holes, three holes match three holes. Don't make a mistake."

"Oh." Caolu withdrew his gaze from her watch, and inserted it into the socket correctly with a flick of his hand.

When he pushed the button, the hair dryer blew out hot air with a bang. He was startled and looked surprised.

Has the world developed to this point?

The two of them faced each other, blowing their hair, speechless for a moment.

Caolu's hair had been blown dry long ago, even to the point of being a little frizzy, but he was still reluctant to put down the heated "magic weapon" in his hand.

Jingzhi teased: "Since you like blowing so much, why don't you help me blow it?"

With a "click", the switch is turned off.

The plug was quickly pulled out, the cord was neatly wrapped around the handle, and Caolu sat upright, silently expressing his refusal.

Jingzhi rolled her eyes, snorted, unplugged the phone, and walked back to her bedroom.

Caolu hesitated for a moment and followed her, but did not dare to enter her room. He just stood at the door and called her.

"Miss Lin, you just said that I... I should help you wash your clothes. Could you please take them out..."

Before he could finish his words, a wet nightgown was thrown over his head.

The aroma of shower gel and an inexplicable fragrance suddenly rushed into his nostrils.

Caolu felt as if his skin was on fire when the slippery fabric touched it.

He hurriedly took off the clothes and held them in his hands, holding his breath and whispering: "I'll go wash it."

The people in the room hummed in agreement.

From beginning to end, he never looked up at Jingzhi who was standing not far away. He just turned around and went back to the bathroom in his room to wash her clothes.

Jingzhi looked down at the same pink beach shirt she had inexplicably changed into, and suddenly laughed, unbuttoning it one by one, faster and faster.

He's not Zhu Jiu, what does he know about couple shirts...

He turned back and wanted to ask her if she had a thatched cottage with soap beans, but when he saw that she had half-undressed, he immediately turned his head back.

Keep your back rigid against the wall.

The cold feeling spread through my back and throughout my body.

The eyes that had been shaking suddenly closed tightly.

Don’t look at anything that’s inappropriate, don’t look at anything that’s inappropriate.

But... there were couple outfits in the Tang Dynasty too.

Does she really like him that much?

He seemed to see her crying again.

Caolu gently held the nightgown in her hands and sighed silently.

After getting rid of the Ghost King, Heaven will restore order and eliminate him from this world.

The fact that she has a house here means that she has been recognized by the Heavenly Dao.

Although they crossed the Tianmen Gate together, they were not on the same path after all.

Caolu lowered his head and returned to the bathroom in the room.

The water vapor inside has not yet dissipated and the air is a little humid.

He turned on the faucet in the thatched cottage and wet his clothes under the water jet.

There is no need to use soap nuts at all. The dirt on the surface of the silk can be washed off with water.

The mud and sand swirled down the white ceramic washbasin and finally fell into the black sewer outlet at the center.

He sighed and wrung out the clothes gently.

Take the hair dryer into the bathroom, close the door, sit on the toilet lid, spread out the skirt, and smooth the clothes out bit by bit and blow dry them.

The whirring sound continued for a long time.

Caolu was holding the hair dryer which was still working, lost in thought.

It was not until he suddenly smelled a burning smell that he hurriedly turned off the hair dryer.

When his eyes fell on the black spot on the hem of the skirt, he panicked and turned on the faucet to rinse the black spot in the water.

The dry cloth was slightly dampened.

The blackened areas are different from mud and sand, they can never be washed away.

Cao Lu turned off the faucet, lowered his eyes, and didn't know what he was thinking.

After a long time, he let out a leisurely sigh.

It seemed like he should go over and apologize again.

Ever since he met her, he seemed to have said all the apologies he had in his life.

He walked slowly to the door of her room and just as he raised his hand to knock, he saw the light under the crack of the door suddenly disappear.

Is she going to sleep?

His hand hovered in the air for a long time before he decided to let it go.

Forget it, I'll come back and apologize tomorrow morning.