Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

"Ahem." Lin Zheng gently pulled her hand away, supported himself on the bed, and moved up a little, leaning against the headboard. "It's time to get up. I usually have to get up early to practice."

"Aren't you afraid that Ah Zhi will come up and find out?"

She tilted her head back and smiled, the morning light reflected from the window glass making the mockery in her eyes very obvious.

Lin Zheng coughed lightly again, turned his face away slightly, and pulled up the quilt that had fallen under her shoulders.

After she reminded him of this, his voice became even softer than before. "No, it's nothing. I'm just used to it."

"It's still early, you can sleep a little longer. After your morning exercise, I'll make you breakfast. It will probably take... an hour, and you can come down to eat."

As he spoke, he moved his legs and felt it gently.

Fortunately, my body was strong enough to not give him any embarrassing reaction.

So he got out of bed from the inside, straightened his wrinkled T-shirt and stood up.

Just as he stood still, the bed behind him creaked a few times, and a warm and fragrant body took advantage of the elasticity of the mattress and jumped onto his back.

Jingzhi hugged his neck tightly, lowered her head and rubbed his shoulder coquettishly, whispering coquettishly:

"Then I won't sleep. I want to watch you do your morning exercises."

Lin Zheng was surprised and couldn't stop his heart beating.

He never expected that she, who had been so distant before, would suddenly become so clingy after being together.

Fortunately, he also knew Azhi's character and would not get out of bed before eight o'clock.

So he carried Jingzhi on his back and walked into the bathroom together.

The two of them stood in front of the mirror, like a newlywed couple, brushing their teeth and washing their faces together.

After washing her face, Jingzhi squeezed in front of him, raised her chin slightly, and spoke to him in a coquettish manner, asking him to help her tie her hair.

How could Lin Zheng not respond?

His nimble fingers gently shuttled through her hair, helping her to tie a delicate braid.

Maybe because he helped Azhi tie too many things, his American IQ is quite high.

At the end, she knew to gently loosen her braids, giving her a subtle sense of laziness.

Jingzhi turned her body left and right and looked around with satisfaction.

He was the best at tying her hair except for Erdi.

As she turned, her soft body kept rubbing against him.

Lin Zheng's ears suddenly turned red. He took a big step back silently, standing with his back pressed against the wall. "Are you done?"

The sudden hoarseness in his throat made her look back curiously.

I haven't met his eyes yet.

He took a step to her right rear and pushed her out without saying anything, "You go out first, I... will change my clothes and go downstairs."

Jingzhi was pushed out of the door and looked at the closed bathroom door, scratching his face in confusion.

Did she grab his quilt last night and that's why he caught a cold?

Jingzhi lowered her head to look at her nightgown, feeling that it was not serious enough, so she turned around and went back to her room to change clothes.

When she got dressed and came out, she found that Lin Zheng had not come downstairs yet, and there was a faint sound of water coming from the room.

Only then did she remember that he hadn't brought any clothes to her house, so what was there to change into or take a bath?

Afraid that he would have nothing to wear when he came out, she went back to her room.

It took a lot of effort to find her more neutral shorts and loose T-shirt.

When I got to the bathroom door and just raised my hand to knock, I heard a sudden sound from inside the house—ho…

It seemed like an uncontrollable gasp coming from the bottom of the throat.

There was only a very soft sound.

She thought she was hallucinating or that the house was haunted.

So she held the clothes and looked suspiciously at the dark corner of the side bedroom.

Not finding anything unusual, her eyes naturally fell on the bathroom next to her.

Could it be... a water ghost?

She quietly put her right ear against the cold glass door.

Jingzhi, whose eyes were still wandering around the room, didn't notice that a big hand suddenly and silently covered the glass next to her head.

The water vapor rising from the glass was quickly condensed into several soybean-sized water droplets when pressed by the hand and flowed down.

Lin Zheng stared closely at a small black shadow pressed against the door. His hot and sticky gaze seemed to be about to turn into a greedy hand, pulling the naughty woman in and executing her on the spot.

He tightened his jaw, closed his eyes and bit his lip, suppressing all the anger that was about to burst out in his heart.

The lukewarm water was suddenly turned to the coldest setting.

Lin Zheng finally let go.

As if he was afraid of disturbing her, and was ashamed of doing such a thing in her house, his right hand, with its throbbing veins, quickly wiped off the shameful watermark very lightly.

After wiping it, the water droplets gathered together seemed to become more.

The entire frosted glass surface is darker in one spot, making it seem even more obvious than it actually is.

Lin Zheng panicked, took down the shower head on the wall, and shone it towards the glass door.

There is always a tiny gap in the door.

Jingzhi was hit on the neck by the cold bath water, and her ear, which was leaning against the door, suddenly felt a refreshing coolness.

She quickly stepped back and watched the water droplets splashing out of the crack of the door below.

Jingzhi rubbed his cold ears and raised his voice to remind him:

"Zheng, I've put your clothes on the chair outside. Also, when you take a shower, stand a little deeper. The water will splash out. Be careful when you come out."

Jingzhi waited for several seconds before she heard Lin Zheng's very low "Hmm."

She didn't suspect anything and just thought she might have been hallucinating.

Anyway, if there is a water ghost, it would be bad luck to meet Lin Zheng.

After she put her clothes down, she touched her forehead and walked out muttering to herself.

"You're a germaphobe, sure enough. You shower so early in the morning, so after your morning exercise, won't you have to shower again?"

……

I thought that the "clean freak" Lin Zheng would take a long time to wash, but I didn't expect that he came down just after Jingzhi fried a few eggs.

She was dressed in a fresh outfit, with slightly wet hair still holding some moisture, but her eyes had lost some of their gentleness and had gained a hint of subtle aggression.

Jingzhi blinked, and with some confusion, pushed the egg on the plate over. "Are you hungry? I fried some eggs. Eat two before going for morning exercise."

He narrowed his eyes, picked up the chopsticks on the chopstick holder next to him, and finished two eggs in a few bites. His voice was still low, "Well, half full, that's enough."

Looking at his still deep gaze, Jingzhi felt that he seemed to have not eaten enough...