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What the hell did you say stupidly?

When Yu Yiru realized what she said, she was about to suffer from embarrassment.

Although she tried to pretend that nothing had happened, her face and neck began to flush, and a delicate color emerged from her whole body.

Contrary to this color is the awe-inspiring expression, with an upright expression as if he is going to blow up a bunker.

Bo Fuzhang was stunned for a long time, then he pressed out his cigarette on the balcony and came over.

While closing the door, she put her hand on Yu Yiru's shoulder and said, "You'll catch a cold like this."

When the fingers touch the skin, it is as smooth as jade, and when you look down, you can see a delicate collarbone, like a shallow puddle, floating with invisible water light.

She was probably in a daze because of this, so she didn't realize that her hand stayed there for too long.

Yu Yiru didn't notice either, she was pushed into the room with a blushing face, and she was relieved to see that Bo Fuzhang didn't complain about what she said.

However, she quickly thought that this might be because Bo Fuzhang didn't know how to complain about others, and couldn't cover up the fact that she said something stupid.

But then again, why is it so awkward for Bo Fuzhang to say the same thing so naturally? ?

Is it because of the temperament?

No, no, think about it carefully, it must be because of the different attributes of the two characters, after all, compared to Bo Fuzhang's outgoing style, she is actually more reserved.

Thinking of this, her heart calmed down a little. Seeing that Bo Fuzhang had already put out the cigarette, she urged her to take a bath quickly.

Bo Fuzhang went into the bathroom, Yu Yiru sat on the bed, still couldn't help thinking about what happened just now.

She decomposed her every move, not understanding why she did such a thing.

Yu Yiru stared blankly for a while, turned on the phone and saw a bunch of chat message reminders, but had no interest in replying.

She picked a few and had to reply. Looking at those people who would go out of their way to maintain relationships in the past, she felt that she had nothing to say. After thinking about it, she got tired of replying in unison.

When she clicked on the text message, she saw Wu Di's message.

Yu Yiru hasn't seen the news of this junior high school kid for a long time. Thinking of the other party's student status, she also felt that it was justifiable. When she went to check the other party's information, she saw that it said——

Wu Di: We will meet at the same place tomorrow.

Yu Yiru couldn't laugh or cry.

The girl not only didn't ask her if she was free, she didn't even write the time, but wrote something like a code, which reminded her of Bo Fuzhang's usual lack of thinking, so she thought: It can be seen that the second illness is a Different tunes but the same results.

She replied: How about two o'clock in the afternoon?

Wu Di sent an "ok".

Yu Yiru was suddenly curious about Wu Di's progress, so she asked again: How is your progress recently?Does my method work?

Wu Di didn't reply right away, and it took a long time before he replied: Then I said, I'm doing my homework.

Yu Yiru suddenly felt it was funny, so he didn't bother a student who was studying hard, and turned on the computer to sort out the materials.

When Bo Fuzhang came out, he saw Yu Yiru wearing pink pajamas and sitting cross-legged on the bed.

Her long, thin, straight hair hung over her shoulders, with only a few strands falling down to cover her cheeks, swaying in front of her eyes.

Bo Fuzhang walked over, lifted her hair and hung it behind her ears.

Yu Yiru was engrossed in her work, when she raised her head unexpectedly, she saw Bo Fuzhang leaning forward and reaching out to her through the computer.

Because she was wearing a bath towel, a certain indescribable part could be seen after bending over. Water drops fell from her fair skin that seemed to be translucent, like dew falling from the petals of a magnolia in the morning.

Her throat tightened, she looked away, and said nonchalantly: "Why don't you dry your body, you have a bad habit, you don't blow your hair, and you don't wipe your body."

Bo Fuzhang laughed: "Then do you want to dry it for me? Like drying my hair?"

Yu Yiru's ears were hot.

She looked up at Bo Fuzhang, knowing that even she was only joking about this matter.

But she wanted it to be true.

So Yu Yiru pretended to be provocative: "Yes, if you want me to do this, what reason should I not do?"

She casually picked up the towel she had put aside before, and raised her hand to Bo Fuzhang.

Bo Fuzhang was taken aback for a moment, then laughed, sat calmly on the edge of the bed, and said, "Then you come."

Yu Yiru saw that Bo Fuzhang's expression did not seem to be fake, so he put the notebook aside, reached out and brushed the other's hair behind him.

She usually only saw this hair, and thought it was black and dense, but now when she reached out to touch it, she felt that the hair seemed to be alive, as if it was about to penetrate into her palm.

Like needles, like feathers, it hurts and itches, and the hairs are entangled in the fingertips and leak from the fingers.

She swallowed, inevitably a little nervous.

The smooth shoulders were exposed, like a cream cake sprinkled with icing sugar, and there was a sweet smell coming from nowhere.

Yu Yiru gently wiped away the water drops, her movements could not help but be gentle.

Bo Fuzhang said, "Why are you so cautious."

Yu Yiru worried about being exposed, so she said, "Don't you know that I've always been so cautious?"

Bo Fuzhang nodded and said, "That's true."

Seeing that Bo Fuzhang agreed, Yu Yiru felt a little disappointed.

She was in a very strange mood at the moment, although she was worried that the other party would know, but also vaguely hoped that the other party would guess, she thought that in Bo Fuzhang's heart she was just a person who would never give her true feelings, she was relieved and a little bit aggrieved.

But at the same time, she couldn't help thinking, although she seems to like Bo Fuzhang at the moment, how long can this love last?

Even she herself couldn't confirm this matter, so in this way, the current situation of not being exposed is the most appropriate.

The air in winter is dry, and after a few wipes, the skin has already dried by itself. Yu Yiru put away the towel with some disappointment, and said, "That's about it."

As soon as she finished speaking, Bo Fuzhang took off the bath towel.

Milky white skin gleamed under the light, black hair was winding down, each strand was like the snake hair on Medusa's head, spitting out letters, Yu Yiru took a look at it, and it was also petrified.

Bo Fuzhang tilted his head slightly, and asked, "Is your back dry?"

Yu Yiru has already stretched out her hand.

This is a human instinct, and it is difficult to control at all. Yu Yiru realized what she was doing when she ran her fingers across her bare back and felt a slightly high body temperature.

——She is eating Bo Fuzhang's tofu!

She hastily reined in her horse from the precipice, withdrew her hand and said, "Uncle, your skin is really good."

She turned her eyes to the side, and seeing the bedside phone lit up, she rushed to pick it up, pretending to have received the message, so that she would not lose her composure because she was faced with an overly voluptuous scene.

Bo Fuzhang was also stunned for a moment because of Yu Yiru's stretching out his hand. Hearing what Yu Yiru said, he smiled and said, "Isn't your skin also very good?"

Yu Yiru didn't realize it at first, but when she did, she said in surprise: "How do you know?" She felt that she was usually wrapped up quite tightly, but now it's not summer, and she doesn't have Bo Fuzhang's physique either. It's long-sleeved trousers.

Bo Fuzhang looked upright: "Because when you sleep at night, you will touch it when you hold it."

Yu Yiru: "..."

Yu Yiru didn't know whether to be secretly happy or angry for a while, her expression was mixed with sadness and joy, and her expression was complicated.

When Bo Fuzhang discovered this, he quickly added: "I didn't do it on purpose, I just felt very hot, and your temperature is just right."

Yu Yiru waved his hand: "Forget it, but what about your physique? Does it really affect your daily life?"

Bo Fuzhang said casually: "It doesn't matter, by the way, classmate Wu said that we will meet tomorrow."

Yu Yiru was stunned for a moment, because she felt that this sentence seemed to be changing the subject.

But out of her usual habit, she still answered politely: "Oh, she told me about it..."

The topic was broken like this, and Yu Yiru still didn't figure out whether Bo Fuzhang's change of topic this time was intentional or unintentional.

Regardless of this matter, Yu Yiru brought up the matter of tidying up the room again during breakfast the next day.

She always felt that a tidy environment was the foundation of a happy life, so she felt that, at least, those outdated newspapers and magazines on the ground and the underwear hanging on the rope should be put away.

Bo Fuzhang didn't take it seriously, although he didn't refuse like yesterday, but he still lacked interest.

Yu Yiru didn't say any more. After breakfast, she put on her gloves and picked up the things on the ground.

After she picked up all the things next to the kitchen, Bo Fuzhang, who was playing with the computer, also joined in.

But Bo Fuzhang didn't say a word, and his expression was clearly not happy.

Yu Yiru then said: "If you don't want to do it, don't do it. You hold your computer all day, are you actually working?"

Bo Fuzhang didn't speak, and turned around as if in an awkward situation, not facing Yu Yiru.

At this time, the doorbell rang.

Yu Yiru didn't think much about standing up and went to open the door. When it was time to open the door, she realized that the people who came to ring the doorbell were probably people Bo Fuzhang knew, and she shouldn't have opened the door by herself.

But now they were already at the door, and Bo Fuzhang didn't have any intention of stopping, so Yu Yiru opened the door.

The person standing at the door is Guan Jiu.

But it took Yu Yiru at least five seconds to recognize that it was Guan Jiu, which was quite a rare thing for her who considered herself a little expert.

This is definitely not because her ability to recognize people has degraded, but because Guan Jiuhua in front of her has thick smoky makeup, wearing a black gothic dress, holding her head up and looking arrogant, probably not even her mother can do it. Recognize it immediately.

She squinted at Yu Yiru and said, "Why did you open the door again?"

Yu Yiru: "..."

Yu Yiru turned her head and asked Bo Fuzhang who was stacking newspapers: "I'm really curious this time, what's wrong with this man?"