How to break the fast wearing as a villain

Chapter 150 This school grass is a bit sweet (26)

He hinted to himself several times before he stood up, found his pajamas in the closet, found out his underwear, and handed them to her: "All the clothes are in the closet, you can take them directly from now on."

Lu Zijin nodded in resignation, accepting the fact that his body would not be able to return for a while with some sadness.

Her hand holding the pajamas trembled a little, and she tried to speak: "Or, you use a cloth strip to cover my eyes so that I can't see."

Ye Ming choked, he really didn't want to discuss this issue anymore, in order to make her less nervous, he sighed and said, "How do you wash it like this? Do you want to just rinse it with water and finish it off?"

Lu Zijin looked at him, her face was burning with anger, and when she thought of pouring shower gel all over him, she felt a little hot on the tip of her nose, she...was going to have a nosebleed.

No, blindfolded, perhaps the sense of touch on the hand will be more sensitive...

Damn, just let her die!
Is this what people do?
Yeming frowned, seeing her blushing face suddenly turn red again, and said with some uncertainty, "You...you are thinking about something messed up again."

Lu Zijin remained silent, Ye Ming pushed her away, and said, "Go and wash it, I'm not letting you see it, you can think about it from another angle, if you read mine, I will... see you too. It's not a loss."

After finishing speaking, he shut his mouth embarrassingly.

He unconsciously rolled his throat, closed his eyes, and put aside this charming imagination.

Lu Zijin's footsteps faltered, he couldn't accept it, covered his eyes and rushed into the bathroom quickly.

Ye Ming went back to the room top-heavy, not sure if it was because of his health or because of what he said just now.

He took out a paper from his schoolbag, intending to do a test - Qingxin.

Holding the pen without moving for a long time, he scratched his hair with his hands, unable to concentrate...

I couldn't hear the sound of water in my ears, but I felt even more tormented.

Lu Zijin came out soon, her movements were as stiff as a robot, her exposed skin was covered with an unusual layer of powder, she said dully: "I, I finished washing."

Yeming nodded, stood up seemingly calmly, and said, "Take me to your room."

Lu Zijin hummed, and opened the door of her room. The clothes were scattered and the quilt was not folded, which was in stark contrast to Yeming's room. She was a little embarrassed: "Uh...well, I'll tidy it up."

"No need, let the servant clean it up tomorrow." Ye Ming rubbed his forehead, he just wants to take a shower and sleep well, maybe...he will change back tomorrow after waking up.

"Ah, that, the pajamas are this... lace one." Lu Zijin showed him a suspender pajamas.

Yeming only felt the veins on his forehead twitch, and his words almost came out of his teeth: "Isn't there... a neutral one?"

"Then this one is good, sports pajamas." Lu Zijin rummaged through the closet and found a set of light gray short pajamas.

Yeming raised his eyebrows and looked at it: "...just this one."

At least not too feminine.

"Are there any longer ones?" He stared at the ridiculously short pants that were only covered by two pieces of cloth.

Lu Zijin frowned. Her pajamas were basically these, either lace or short, and she didn't need to wear such cumbersome clothes to sleep.

"Okay, let's just do this." Ye Ming gave up struggling.

Lu Zijin flipped through it again, took out her underwear, and said bravely, "Well, do you want me to teach you how to wear it?"

"Okay, you can go back, I have never eaten pork, haven't I seen a pig run?"

Lu Zijin was dumbfounded: "Have you seen girls wearing underwear?"

Yeming: "..."

He didn't mean it that way.

He's self-taught.

After sending him into the bathroom, I always felt that some kind of ceremony was completed, Lu Zijin sighed, went back to Yeming's room, and fell on the bed, the sheets were filled with his smell, not annoying, but also a little pleasant.

She rolled around on the bed twice, feeling a little unbelievable. She was about to say goodbye to him, and now she was connected because of these things. Could it be that she would never be able to break contact with him forever?
(End of this chapter)