Chapter 613 (1/2)

After finishing the things, Chu charming sent song Duanyan back to the house and helped him wash his head, take a bath, wash his clothes, and bake his hair 90% dry. It's like a snail girl's one-stop service.

Finally, she stood at the door and said goodbye to the man, ”good night.”

Song Duanyan stood in the room, with the mist at the bottom of his eyes. He looked younger and cleaner. He raised his hand and his voice was gentle.

”Good night.”

As soon as Chu charming left, he returned to his house, wearing disposable gloves and transforming the ball with the small objects he had just taken back.

In the corner of the living room, there stood a workbench transformed by him, which was brightly lit. There were almost all kinds of tools.

Under the bright light, he quickly disassembled or components, and his hands were like the most precise and flawless instrument in the world. Every action he performed was impeccable.

When doing this, the lines on the man's face are still elegant and soft, not ferocious at all, which proves that he is so handy for what he is doing now.

Soon, song Duanyan transformed the ball.

White, fluffy.

It's the type Chu charming wants.

He glanced up at the time. It was only half past nine.

Before the end of the world, he generally didn't sleep until two or three o'clock in the morning. He got up on time at seven thirty every day. He began to work every day at eight o'clock, and the biological clock was accurate.

Only four or five hours a day.

Because too much sleep and rest will paralyze his brain.

But during this period of time, because of doing nothing, or Chu charming was served too comfortably every time she bathed him, his sleep time was constantly advanced, basically around 11 o'clock.

It's still early.

Song Duanyan stood up and moved his slightly sour waist and fingers. He took off his gloves and washed his fingers and fingers with disinfectant repeatedly.

As soon as I looked back, I saw the towel Chu charming hung on the chair, which had just been used by her to wipe her hair.

Song Duanyan walked over, picked up the towel without any isolation, raised his hand and vaguely smelled a section of incense.

The shampoo she used was the same as him, but when she inhaled the nasal halo, the taste seemed to be different, as if she wanted to smell better and warm.

Song Duanyan threw away the towel to dry - he always watched Chu charming do these jobs these days. He also learned some fur as a waste wood of life.

No washing.

Or not, or for other reasons.

Then he folded his fingertips and twisted them gently. The corners of his lips seemed to be hooked. He didn't wash them thoroughly with disinfectant, and went to get the book again.

To tell the truth, what Chu charming wrote to him was boring and nutritious, but time passed slowly in this room. It was just right to spend time.

Most of the time, he just waited for Chu charming to come back in this room.

He used to hate inefficient waste of time, but now, in this room, this unprovoked waste of time seems to have become an interesting thing.

I can't say what kind of mood it was.

It was as if he had buried a seed in the bottom of his heart. Usually there was no movement, but when he saw her, he could draw out a little green bud; Say a word with her, the bud will grow rapidly and produce strong stems and leaves; If she looks at him again, the flower and bone at the top will bloom silently.

It seems that the whole day's waiting has meaning.

But the waiting was still too boring and too long, so he made a wireless communicator.

——Wherever she was, he could hear her voice for the first time.

of course.

If she took the initiative to find him, it would be even better.

However, this night is destined to be different.

Song Duanyan drew out a book. On the cover, a gouache painter depicted a man and a woman. The woman's facial features were unknown, she was slim and had thick long hair.

Like that man.