you are in the depths of time [gl]

When Luo Zijin arrived, Cheng Youyou had already finished the live broadcast, threw all the soup and water of the snail powder into the trash can outside the building, and was taking a shower in the bathroom.

Today is the door opened by Zhang Fan. Ever since he found out about the friendship between his boss and his idol, he changed jobs with Li Si and asked Li Si and Zhao Wu to work at the barbecue restaurant. He was responsible for assisting the boss in the live broadcast.

After opening the door, Luo Zijin faced the sunflower-like smile of a 1.8-meter tall man, and at the same time, a strange smell rushed towards her.

Luo Zijin: "..."

She sniffed her nose hard, and smelled a very complicated smell, if she insisted on using one word to describe it:

Very smelly.

So she looked at Zhang San with a strange expression, and there was obvious disgust in her noble and cold eyes.

When Zhang San saw the goddess' expression, he felt that the sky was about to collapse. With an expression more wronged than Dou E, he swore to the sky, "It's not me!"

"Our boss just broadcast live eating snail noodles!" He betrayed Cheng Youyou's movements without hesitation.

So, when Cheng Youyou found out that she couldn't find a hair dryer after taking a shower, she walked from the next room to this side after wiping her hair, and wanted to find one in the living room drawer of the room where the live broadcast was being done, what she saw was Luo Zijin The scene of standing at the door and not entering for a long time.

"Why don't you go in?" She tilted her head and asked.

The hair under the blue towel was wet, and the drops of water dripped down the line of the fair neck, soaking the neckline, and the face was white and clean after removing the makeup, which looked more intimate than the glamorous and compelling appearance after makeup And a little bit.

Luo Zijin looked sideways, and what he saw was such a picture of a beauty out of the bath.

Before she could answer, Cheng Youyou sniffed hard, and vaguely smelled a very strange smell, which is usually only smelled in the toilet:

"Is the toilet clogged in the house?"

Zhang San came out of the door and gave her a hard look: "Boss, I apply to turn on the fan."

Cheng Youyou's expression suddenly felt apologetic, and he asked him to pass the hair dryer to himself, agreeing to open the window in the living room and turn on the fan to speed up the ventilation.

When walking to another unit next to the corridor, Luo Zijin asked unexpectedly beside her:

"Where do you live?"

The last time she came was when Cheng Youyou was working, and the place was double-decorated, so she thought Cheng Youyou lived with her employees.

Cheng Youyou opened the concealed door and invited her into the house he really lived in. It was still quite spacious, and the decoration style was relatively small and fresh, and it was more feminine.

"This side. Over there is the work place and staff dormitory, and Cheng Jin's warehouse is also over there. I usually live here with her." Cheng Youyou explained.

Noticing the distance between Luo Zijin and Luo Zijin, she thought of the lethality of the snail powder after eating, and worried that the shower gel and shampoo on her body would not be effective, so she deliberately avoided it.

Seeing her movements, Luo Zijin frowned and subconsciously asked:

"Hide what?"

Cheng Youyou's small movements were noticed by her, and she froze for a moment. She wiped her hair with a towel in a concealed manner, covered her expression under the towel, and only after a while did she say:

"I'm afraid I'll smoke you..."

Hearing her soft voice coming out weakly like a kitten, Luo Zijin took a step closer to her quietly, lowered his head slightly to her neck, there were some ripples in his deep black eyes, A cold voice rang in Cheng Youyou's ears at close range, but the falling breath was still slightly warm:

"It's delicious."

As if a random movement, when Cheng Youyou looked up from under the towel to look at her in shock, she had already stood upright again, and there was still no trace of her expression.

Cheng Youyou's heart skipped a beat.

The voice was so loud, as if a restless villain lived in his heart, and suddenly a drum was struck.

She hastily looked away, and there was a bit of complexity in her twinkling peach eyes:

Is it her delusion?

Why do you always feel that every sentence and every action from Luo Zijin can be interpreted by her to give another subtle and ambiguous meaning?

She took a deep breath secretly, tightened her fingertips holding the hair dryer, and hurried away from this place, as if a strange cage would appear on the ground in the next second, trapping her and another person in it forever.

"I'm going to blow dry my hair first!"

Luo Zijin watched her leaving figure, there was a section of white shiny neck under the hair wrapped in the towel, but now it was covered with a thin layer of pink.

It seems that the inside of the peach has begun to ripen in summer, but only a little trace of the peach is willing to show on the surface.

It turned out that Cheng Youyou was not indifferent to her words.

After realizing this, a little smile flashed in Luo Zijin's eyes, but he didn't know what to think of, so he quickly suppressed it.

……

After drying their hair, Cheng Youyou and Luo Zijin sat on the sofa and read the script, with an arm's length between them, as if they were at the same table who deliberately drew the "three-eighth line" when they were in school.

At the same time, they have a tacit understanding not to mention the Internet and the crew's affairs, and they don't have the intention of checking Weibo with their mobile phones to find trouble, and they only focus on doing the things in front of them.

While watching the newly added part of the plot, Cheng Youyou subconsciously rubbed her lower abdomen.

Luo Zijin, who was always paying attention to her movements, saw this and asked, "Stomach pain?"

Cheng Youyou let out a 'huh', and replied absent-mindedly: "It's my aunt."

"Is there any medicine?" Luo Zijin said that he was here to help her with the scene, but in fact she was not thinking about it at all. After asking, she seemed to get up to get it, but because she was not familiar with the place, her eyes were on her face. superior.

Cheng Youyou turned her face sideways to face her, but her eyes were still glued to the script in hand, obviously trying to express what she was listening to, but she didn't have time to move her mind.

It wasn't until after watching the scene at hand that my eyes turned away, and I realized later: "Hmm...ah? No need, I'll make myself some ginger and brown sugar water."

Luo Zijin stared at her without saying a word, but Cheng Youyou didn't care about her stomach. Taking advantage of her free time at night, she reached out and tugged at the corner of her clothes:

"Help me read this paragraph, should I..."

Luo Zijin glanced at the movement of her pulling the corner of her clothes with her fingertips. Her green fingertips were slender and white, pinching the piece of fabric, like a child dependently wanting to hold an adult.

Luo Zijin, who was pleased by his brain power, raised his mind and picked up his professional quality to talk to her, but when he was talking, he leaned towards Cheng Youyou without a trace, and the two of them could not reach each other. The small gap at arm's length gradually narrowed until it disappeared completely.

……

Before I knew it, it was 12:30.

It was too late, Luo Zijin came here alone, and there were enough rooms here, so Cheng Youyou took advantage of the opportunity to let her stay.

When Luo Zijin went to take a bath, she made herself a glass of ginger and brown sugar water.

The pungent ginger smell evaporates with the boiling water, and after putting down two lumps of congealed brown sugar, a faint sweetness is stirred and diffused.

Pouring the hot brown sugar water into a tall glass, Cheng Youyou picked up the glass, blew it to cool down, and drank it in small sips.

The warm spicy taste flowed from the tip of the tongue all the way to the stomach, but it seemed that it was too far away from the lower abdomen, and the heat could not be conveyed, and the pain did not ease.

After Luo Zijin came out, he saw that she was still sitting on the sofa reading the script, subconsciously looked at the electronic clock on the wall of the living room, and said, "Didn't the discussion just end?"

Cheng Youyou put down the script in her hand, stood up rubbing her stomach, slowly moved towards the room, and replied:

"Well... I'm going to sleep now. The quilt and pillows in your room are clean. Go to sleep at ease. Good night."

Luo Zijin stood there without moving, staring at her brows which were unconsciously wrinkled because of the pain, and asked:

"... Shall I rub it for you?"