Himemoto's interpretation

"Is it closed?"

"All right."

"it is good."

The detective left the wide bathtub, which was like a swimming pool.

The water swayed for a while, and the outline made of large noodles appeared in my mind when I entered the water.

The water that has been changed several times has no foam, and everything that should be seen or should not be seen is all impacted by the splash of water.

Curved legs crossed, arms around knees, arched back...

The joints are prominent, the structure is clear, and some corners can be called tough.

The water splashed on the face, and the ripples on the water surface pushed to the chest, and the frozen frame of a glimpse suddenly moved.

The edge of the outline was zigzagging at first, but in the darkness with eyes closed at this moment, it stretched out along the wind and cyclone, and the rigid and even sharp corners softened, leaving only a series of graceful curves of depth and depth, and just the right straight line connecting them .

Inside the outline...

It is a flawless white like suet jade.

The top-quality suet white jade is almost transparent white, and it must be delicate and tough to the touch—it is both soft and tough at the same time.

touch?

Xingqi's breath was stagnant.

"Is it closed?"

"It's closed."

Hearing the detective open the cupboard, Xingqi closed her eyes and lifted her left leg up to the edge of the bathtub, and let go of her hand. The part of the calf in contact with the hard ceramics felt as if it had been burnt with a fire stick, and then poured a pile of broken pieces on it. ice.

Sour doubled.

The strange associations in his mind were then locked into a small black box called "integrity".

"Why is there no bath towel?" The detective asked suspiciously.

"You are not at home, auntie has sent the washed clothes to the laundry room."

The detective leaves the house, and the second floor is a forbidden area for everyone.Of course, Mr. Ha is not included.

The result is that detectives who haven't been home for days don't have bath towels in stock.

"No towels?" The detective reluctantly opened the cabinet below.

"You haven't returned for a long time." Xingqi reiterated.

"Well--"

The cabinet door was opened and closed several times by detectives.

A bath towel stumps a detective...

Xingqi couldn't help laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" The detective seemed to be looking this way, "Don't say 81, it hasn't been that long."

Probably because it was exposed to the air for too long, the water evaporated and took away the heat, before the words fell to the ground, followed by a thin "hiss——"

"No." Xingqi straightened her expression, "Are you cold?"

"It's okay, are you cold?" The detective closed the cabinet door and walked over.

"It's not cold." Xingqi sniffed in her direction.

Apart from the smell of toiletries and medicine, sandalwood and magnolia are getting closer, but they are independent of each other and do not interfere or mix.The sandalwood fragrance is clear and cold, while the magnolia fragrance is like silk, soft and long-lasting.

"You smell so good."

The detective looked at the temperature, raised it by two degrees, and pinched the sniffling dog's nose back, "Don't inhale."

Xingqi blushed, "Then how do I breathe?"

The detective said coolly, "Use your mouth."

"Okay." Xingqi "hahahaha" breathed through her mouth.

Can't see, can't smell, can hear.

The detective stepped on the wet non-slip floor to leave the inside of the bathroom, passed the cupboard where the towels were placed, paused for a while, sighed faintly, walked again, and went straight out of the bathroom.

Across the wall, the running sound of the circulation system in the bathtub was somewhat disturbing, and the footsteps were low and inaudible. After that, Xingqi heard the wardrobe outside open.

But didn't hear off.

The detective was putting on his robe while going back to the bathroom. He couldn't use his right hand very well, and he couldn't grasp it firmly.

Xing Qixin said that she seemed to have used up all the sighs for a year, so she raised her hand and asked, "Detective, do you want to help?"

A piece of cotton and linen fabric flew towards him, Xingqi shut up, but immediately opened another slit.

The ban on smell has not been lifted.

Close enough to be audible, the robe set off a gust of wind, and it was pasted back to the wet skin silently.

It worked!Detective Kid is awesome!

Xingqi applauded underwater.

"Can I open my eyes?" Xingqi raised her face, facing the detective accurately, "I feel like I'm about to fall asleep."

"Wait a moment."

The detective moved a short distance to the opposite wall. Xingqi didn't know why, so she turned her neck and followed.

Rabbit Assistant not only has a sense of smell as sensitive as a police dog, but also has a pair of veritable rabbit ears.

"Okay."

Xingqi opened her eyes, and the detective was leaning on the cylinder diagonally facing the bathtub with her right hand in her arms. Due to the inconvenient movement of her right hand, her left skirt was not closed properly, and half of her shoulders were loose and loose.

I don't know if it's the wound pain or the cold, but there are still slight wrinkles between the detective's brows.

She looked at the assistant with this meaningful look for a few seconds, and a smile appeared on her lips, "You can wash here too."

"Ah?" Xingqi hugged her chest tightly. Her home clothes were wet from the neckline to the bottom of her trousers. Fortunately, the water temperature was high enough. Although it was attached to her body, she didn't feel so uncomfortable. "No, don't worry about it."

"It's right here." The detective raised his eyebrows slowly, "Don't make water everywhere."

"right."

Wet floors are really hard to clean up.

Ignoring the meaning of the detective's smile that made her heart beat faster, Xingqi took off her shirt in threes and fives, and then remembered something, and turned left and right to find a place to put the soaked jacket.

It's not easy to throw wet clothes on the ground like a detective.

In the end, Xingqi folded the jacket into the size of an A4 paper, rolled it into a tube, leaned over and piled it on the other side of the bathtub.

A pair of straight white Yuzhu-like legs are close in front of you.

Suet White Jade...

Xingqi stopped her movements and breathing.

"What are you looking at?" A question fell from the top of his head.

Bai Yuzhu moved.

Xingqi looked up, only in time to catch a pink afterglow.

From the nape of the neck to the left shoulder, the detective bare|exposed skin completed the transformation from white to pink in the blink of an eye.

Tsk, the superpower that can be launched anytime and anywhere has evolved again.

Xingqi swam back, just as she took off a pair of trousers, she suddenly heard the detective's footsteps heading for the corridor outside.

Immediately, he stepped out of the bathtub regardless of one leg, and asked loudly, "Where are you going?"

The echo stunned her.

What's the hurry?

Where can a detective in a nightgown go with bare feet?

However, the picture of the good-looking white jade turning into chicken-blood jade still floats in front of my eyes uncontrollably.

Xingqi shook her head, got rid of the messy thoughts in her head, and counted down three two one with her ears up, ready to sprint.

"Get the towel."

"Oh." Xingqi wiped off the cold sweat on her forehead, thought for a while, and reminded loudly, "You're not wearing shoes."

"..."

Staring at the wrinkled fingertips, Xingqi judged that the bath took a long time.

In fact, the detective had only left for a few minutes, but the senses stretched the time infinitely for some reason, so that the seconds seemed like time.

Counting the wrinkles on the pulps of her ten fingers, Xingqi looked eagerly outside the door, seriously thinking about how far the clothes could be twisted so as not to drip.

Fortunately, ten seconds before she took action, she heard the sound of tapping and tapping.

"Here, don't wash for too long." The detective put the towel and pajamas on the hanger, and there was a bath towel in his arms.

"It's finished." Xingqi reached out to take the towel, "I'll help you dry your hair."

The detective turned his head to look at the mirror, but the mirror surface was foggy and he couldn't see anything.

"okay."

It was a destined long night.

"I said..." The detective glanced at the bedside table, and then looked back at the assistant who was muttering "Ginger jujube soup, you want the ginger flavor to be stronger and lighter", "Go to sleep."

On the bedside table were two cups of freshly made vegetable juice, a cup of dark brown sugar water, and three hard-boiled eggs that had been peeled and placed in a vacuum flask.

After tossing and tossing for most of the night, the assistant was so sleepy that his eyelids were shaking, but he still went in and out up and down.It's annoying.

"I'll give you a portion of the strong ginger flavor." Xing Qi made a decision on her own, then she shook her head violently, "No, I'm not sleepy."

"I'm sleepy, and I don't want ginger and jujube soup, neither ginger nor red dates." The detective covered his eyes with one hand, "I want to sleep."

"Dumplings? Fish, shepherd's purse, pickled vegetables, leeks, zucchini, cabbage, pork..." Xingqi spoke eloquently.

"It's not the one to eat." The detective kicked the quilt impatiently, "I want to sleep until I wake up naturally!"

"Oh!" Xingqi suddenly realized, "Then you sleep, I won't bother you." She blinked, "I'm going to make old hen soup, and try pork liver soup by the way."

The detective stopped her: "Is there such a thing as pork liver at home?"

"I'm going to buy at the vegetable market," Xingqi held up her phone, "The southern vegetable market should be open now."

"Wait." The detective got out of bed helplessly, "I'll ask my aunt to cook what I want to eat tomorrow, you..."

Xingqi said sullenly: "I know, I burned it too badly."

"...shut up." The detective raised his hand to wipe the black eyes of Xingqi, "It's late, you go to bed first, okay?"

Look at the time, if you continue to dawdle, it will be time for crowing.

"But……"

"No buts."

"I think……"

"I don't want to hear what you think now."

Xingqi faltered for a while, seeing the detective's face getting more and more serious, and couldn't find a suitable excuse, she reluctantly nodded and raised her phone again, "Then...you can call me anytime if you need it?"

No, no, there won't be.

The words of refusal came to his lips, and the detective changed his words: "Okay, okay."

"How much battery do you have on your phone?" Xingqi stood on tiptoe and looked around, looking for the detective's phone, "It needs to be charged."

"No, it's full!" The detective pushed her out.

Xingqi was still not at ease, and walked out step by step, turning her head three times, while opening the address book to call the detective.

The detective lowered his face and announced that his patience was exhausted, "If you don't go, I will go."

Xingqi leaped to the door in one step.

"Good night, detective."

"Good morning."

Back at the attic, Xingqi was still floating.

Floating in a trance after not sleeping for several days, there is also a kind of excitement that the detective is at home and will not leave for at least a short time.

In fact, looking back, the detective had only been away for four days.

But this time she came back from the secret mission with injuries.

Detectives are not omnipotent, nor are they strong and iron.

But such a detective became real.

Vivid and alive reality, within reach.

It is no longer a castle in the air that disappears or breaks at any time, and it is not a dream that will be forgotten after waking up.

After all, the assistant was finally persuaded to go to sleep, but within 5 minutes, the detective heard a very light knock on the door.

Just one click.

Then nothing happened.

After waiting for a while, the detective had no choice but to say, "Get out."

Xingqi came lightly to the bed with pillows and blankets in her arms, her eyes shone with the night light, which was extraordinarily bright.

"Detective, I want to sleep with you."