He doesn't seem to have fulfilled his duties as a good boyfriend.

When he came to Qiao Weitang's house every day in the past few days, he ignored that there was no washing machine at her house.

It's almost winter, and she has to do her own laundry by hand every day.

His delicate hands were soaked in cold water, and he didn't care if he was red from the cold, and he even had to wash his clothes.

Jiang Tong's eyes were slightly dim, and his long eyelashes drooped, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Qiao Weitang saw that he didn't have time to wipe his hair, and wanted to pull his hand out, but he held it so hard that she couldn't pull it out.

He crouched at her feet, like a well-behaved puppy,

Softly said, "It's not warm yet." ”

After that, he leaned in with his warm little face, hot his hand at her, and pressed his soft cheeks against it to keep warm.

The hot air swept over the back of his hand, like a gentle breeze, with warmth in all directions.

Qiao Weitang's heart was soft-hearted.

She didn't try to pull her hand out again, letting him warm up,

In the end, he whispered, "How can you be so squeamish, I've long been used to it." ”

This is the reality that has to be faced,

So I've long been used to the mood that no one cares.

She is not a half-grown child and does not harbor unrealistic fantasies.

Jiang Tong lowered his eyes and didn't speak, for a long time, he raised his eyes and looked at her quietly.

He looked at her straight like this, his thin lips pursed into a straight line.

Qiao Weitang felt a little hot on his cheeks for no reason.

The snow-white towel half-covers the cheeks, revealing a fair and delicate chin.

The water flows down the neck into the neckline, condensing into a crystal at the collarbone, and the moonlight is hazy, reflecting a clear luster.

His voice was clear and hoarse, with a faint sultry,

"Jojo, I'm a little cold."

Of course it's cold, it's so cold now, he doesn't say anything about wearing a T-shirt, and touches the cold water.

Qiao Weitang hurriedly got up and pulled him in.

"Go into the house, I'll get you a hair dryer and dry your hair." Cola Literature

I pulled it, but I didn't pull it.

Qiao Weitang turned his head for some reason, the young man's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he opened his arms slightly, "Qiao Qiaohug." ”

Qiao Weitang: "......"

Spoiled, clingy.

Qiao Weitang was really helpless to him, he didn't enter the house for fear of the cold, he had to freeze outside,

She said, "It's not warm to hug, come in with me." ”

He didn't move.

Qiao Weitang was stunned for a moment, and sighed slightly,

The stars became a foil in the sky behind her, and the girl's eyes melted into tenderness.

Gently wrap your arms around his waist and put your head on his shoulders,

He was covered with the scent of her usual shower gel and shampoo, lingering on the tip of his nose,

The incense was a little fascinated, and the worst thing was that the undried droplets on his head kept dripping down her hair on her shoulders and neck.

With the cold air, ice crystals fell.

She couldn't help but tremble slightly, and hurriedly retreated, "Okay, I've hugged it." ”

The little milk dog smiled softly, "Hmm." ”

Qiao Weitang felt that he was so inexplicable, he had to hug him, and he would be happy if he hugged him?

She frowned and put away the basin and laundry detergent in the yard.

He turned around and said, "I'll put the hair dryer on the table for you, I'll dry my hair myself, and I'll take a shower." ”

He nodded, "Okay." ”

Qiao Weitang walked into the house, and Jiang Tong followed her.

"Remember to blow dry completely, or you'll get a headache when you sleep wet."

"Okay."

She nodded, and said, "You go to bed, I'll sleep on the sofa today." ”

The young man behind him paused,

His eyes were slightly stunned, and he said softly: "It's not good." ”