C1258 (2/2)

Fu Zhongting handed her a paper towel: ”Why are you so careless? You have to slow down.”

”I don't blame you. What are you talking about?”

Fu Zhongting looked innocent: ”what did I say?”

Zhong Jiaqi bit her lower lip and blushed: ”don't talk to me.”

”Then eat more and keep your strength.”

“……”

After eating supper, Han Jing is no longer here. Fu Zhongting was relieved. He was not afraid of Han Jing. He just didn't know how to explain to Zhong Jiaqi. If she misunderstood him, the gain would not be worth the loss.

Zhong Jiaqi sniffed at the gate for a few times, then frowned and quickly walked to the window: ”have you not been here since I left? The air is out of circulation.”

Fu Zhongting has been in the army. How can he come here. He said softly.

Zhong Jiaqi went to open the window and then laughed twice: ”this shows that no other woman has come here.”

”You didn't know that for a long time.”

”Yes.” Perhaps women are like this, clearly in the heart is to know the answer, but still want men to say, just feel happy, as if to eat a reassurance.

Fu Zhongting looked at the clock on the wall and said to her, ”it's not early. It's time to have a rest.”

When Zhong Jiaqi heard the speech, she suddenly showed a shy look on her face, and then her legs turned: ”I'll take a bath first.” Then he rushed to the bathroom.

……

Zhong Jiaqi took a comfortable bath in the bathroom. When she came out, Fu Zhongting was already lying on the bed in her pajamas with wet hair. Obviously, he had taken a bath next door. His pajamas were half open, revealing a large and imaginative chest muscle, developed texture lines, people can see blood spurting.Just standing there, Zhong Jiaqi felt the heat on her face.

Fu Zhongting raised his eyes and looked at her. He frowned and said, ”how can you come out without drying your hair? Come here.”

Zhong Jiaqi went to Fu Zhongting.

Fu Zhongting asked her to sit on the edge of the bed, picked up a towel on one side, and shuttled her fingers between her dark hair. A fresh fragrance of bath milk mixed with her body fragrance passed over.

Zhong Jiaqi is only wrapped in a bath towel. Although Fu Zhongting's expression is not visible, the gentle touch from her scalp makes her excited.

With a smile in her mouth, she could not help closing her eyes. Then she was immersed in her beautiful imagination, so that when Fu Zhongting stopped her hand, she did not notice that there was a sudden lack of support behind her. She leaned back, puffed and fell on the bed.

”Oh.”

Behind him came Fu Zhongting's low smile. Zhong Jiaqi couldn't help but stare at him: ”you're gone. How can you tell me?”

”You don't want to know.”

”You still laugh.” Seeing that he seemed to laugh at herself, Zhong Jiaqi got more and more angry and got up to beat Fu Zhongting.

Fu Zhongting didn't fight back, so she let her hammer two punches. As a result, Zhong Jiaqi was still half kneeling on the bed. Accidentally, she pulled the bottom of the bath towel, and then the whole towel suddenly slipped in front of Fu Zhongting's eyes.

”Hiss --” the coolness before the moon and the Hun made Zhong Jiaqi regain his mind. Looking down, she quickly picked up the bath towel on her bed.

But Fu Zhongting took the bath towel away faster and said to her, ”it's time to have a rest. There's no need to surround.”

Hearing what he said, Zhong Jiaqi felt that her cheeks were burning, and a heart was beating violently in her chest, as if to jump out of her heart. With a sound, she lay down.

Fu Zhongting also followed her and fell asleep. Zhong Jiaqi stretched out her hand to cover the quilt and grabbed the quilt corner with one hand. She was a little nervous and could not help herself.