The day I was confessed by Nianxia DK Jie

The moment Ya Xiangli said this sentence, she felt a little regretful. After all, no matter how you look at it, such a rhetoric looks a bit too abducted.However, the young man in front of him seemed to have finally reacted, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly when he raised his head: "So this is abduction, senior."

"Then I'll ask another question."

Yaxiangli passed the umbrella forward again, and now she is standing almost half of her body in the rain, but she doesn't care that she is about to get drenched: "Do you want to drown yourself, or do you want to die? Fever?"

"Wait, isn't the difference in this question a bit too big?"

"You make your own choice."

Looking at the expressionless woman in astonishment, Xia Youjie finally showed a tired but bright smile after a long time: "Can senior pull me up?"

"If I stretch out my hand to you, it's abduction. You stand up yourself."

"No."

"..."

This "don't" sounded like a coquettish, but because he refused too quickly and simply, it seemed that he had already expected that Axiangli would refuse, so the two of them fell silent at the same time.Hearing the sound of raindrops hitting the umbrella, Yaxiangli finally stretched out his hand: "Then..."

The hand was instantly covered with moist water and cold touch, and Axiangli took a step back and pulled him up forcefully. The moment he touched the temperature of his hand, he was very surprised: "Why are your hands so cold?"

"Probably like what Axiangli said, you want to try hypothermia?"

"Okay, go back quickly."

Looking up at the 1.8-meter-high boy, Ya Xiangli stuffed the umbrella in his hand, and even sighed strangely when he touched his wet school uniform: "So, I hate the rebellious youth period the most."

"Pfft, isn't there a moment like this in Yaxiangli?"

"Of course I have it. I hate it because I have it."

"It's hard to imagine, Axiangli in the rebellious period."

"Don't imagine, my rebellious period lasted a little long."

Arriving at the door of the apartment, Ya Xiangli immediately pushed the person into the corridor, put away the umbrella, walked to the door of her apartment, took out the key, and opened the door impatiently to the still hesitant young man: "Come in, don't force you."

"This attitude..."

"Ok?"

Xia Youjie pursed his lips when he saw her back who entered the door first. He did have the idea of ​​leaving, but his body was unwilling to leave just like that.

There were footprints of the two of them in the corridor. He took her hand and walked together for such a short distance, but it already made him not want to let go of that hand that was not dry, trembling a little, but extremely warm.

"Don't come in yet?"

"I……"

After being pulled into the apartment and staggering to the porch, Xia Youjie felt his face was covered by a soft and furry thing.

"You're too tall, squat down."

"Oh."

Seeing the boy squatting obediently, Ya Xiangli sighed, and rubbed the towel in his hand: "So how can you shower yourself like this? All right, go take a bath."

"……what???"

"I have a change of clothes here. Although it may not fit well, it's okay to change it first."

The young man in front of him looked terrified and wanted to escape. Ya Xiangli simply held the towel to prevent him from running away, but he thought of mischief in his heart: "Don't worry, I won't let you wear women's clothes."

"So seniors have men's clothes here?"

"Shouldn't this kind of thing be necessary for single women?"

Why is this a must-have for single women?

Especially when he looked down and saw that there was really a pair of men's slippers, Xia Youjie felt a strange sense of dislocation.However, Yaxiangli didn't really want to explain the reason, so she simply pushed the person into the bathroom: "That's right, a high school kid wouldn't understand this kind of thing. Go ahead, I'll put the change of clothes in there for you. "

"Wait, wait, Ashari—"

"Go quickly, don't let me say it a second time."

Seeing her rare downcast expression, Xia Youjie felt a sense of oppression for some reason, and he was even more confused when he pulled the towel on his body and was forced into the bathroom.

This kind of posture, why does he feel like he is, how should I put it.

It's like a stray cat that was picked up by Ya Xiangli and can take a bath, change clothes and dry its fur automatically? ?

The stray cat Xia Youjie, who doubts his life, is frowning in the bathroom and looking at the clothes that Ya Xiangli gave himself. Ya Xiangli pours water into the electric kettle and the pot in the kitchen, and walks into his bedroom when both sides are heated at the same time. , I always feel as if I really have such a nod.

No, she just helps homeless stray cats, and she doesn't have any selfish intention of kidnapping instead of buying.

Trying to convince herself to put on dry clothes again, Ya Xiangli went back to the kitchen and cut a few slices of ginger and threw them into the pot, then took out brown sugar, put a lot of it in, and continued to let the hot water gurgling on the pot ground heating.Because she has always lived alone, and thanks to the cup she bought at the spring market last time, the old one hasn't been thrown away since she brought it back, otherwise she wouldn't have anything to entertain people.

I didn't think it was necessary before, but now it seems that I still need to add some utensils.

I briefly stirred the reddish-brown liquid in the pot with chopsticks. Although I knew I was the only one in this space, Ya Xiangli still felt a little uncomfortable when she thought that Xia Youjie was also at home.

Home is your own territory, and you will naturally be a little vigilant when your territory is invaded by others.But her uneasiness didn't seem to be a resentment that she needed to resist when she was invaded.

So complicated.

The ginger soup gradually became a bit spicy. I sipped the liquid Yaxiangli on the chopsticks and nodded. I took the pot off the induction cooker and then used the chopsticks to fish out the ginger slices inside. I poured the reddish-brown ginger soup on the into two cups.

"that……"

"Ok?"

When she put down the cooking pot, she heard some tentative voices behind her, Ya Xiangli turned her head to look at Xia Youjie who was wearing her men's oversized T-shirt and pants, and couldn't help laughing at him: "I didn't expect it to be quite suitable. "

"So why is there a full set of men's clothes in the senior's house?"

"As I said, a must-have suit for single women."

Passing over the cup she bought at the spring market, seeing Xia Youjie's expression of thanking her in a low voice after taking it, she lowered her head slightly, and blew a few breaths on her cup of ginger soup: "If you don't hang it out, it will be very troublesome. "

"Eh?"

"Because I'm a single woman, I need to show that... I'm not single."

Seeing Xia Youjie's surprised look, Yaxiang was blowing ginger soup, but his expression did not change: "I bought several sets of clothes for each season, and I stuffed them into the washing machine from time to time and washed them together before hanging them out, showing that 'here is It looks like a man. Even if it is a supernatural apartment, it will be more convenient and safe."

"Safe, okay?"

"Yeah, I threw away a few pieces and changed a few sets, otherwise it would be easy for people to find out that there are only so few things in total. Thinking about it this way, the strange cost has increased."

She snorted with a bit of ridicule, and when she confirmed that the liquid in the cup was ready to drink, Yaxiang took a sip of the ginger soup, and when she felt the spiciness of the ginger break through her nasal cavity, she couldn't help coughing twice: "It's quite sweet, but it's still delicious. Somewhat spicy."

"Yes, I think it's delicious."

"Drink it all if it tastes good."

Reluctantly stuffing himself with half a cup of ginger soup, looking at Xia Youjie's shoulders trying to dry but still wet hair, Ya Xiangli glanced at the living room to confirm that after he finished drinking, he pressed him directly in front of the sofa, bent over He took out the hair dryer that was placed under the coffee table.

"Why is the hair dryer placed here?"

"Isn't this easy to understand? I don't blow dry my hair in the bathroom. Even if there is noise, I have to watch something with subtitles so that I don't feel bored."

Then turned on the TV and tuned to the funny show that was playing, leaned forward to turn on the hair dryer and turned it on to the weaker setting first, seeing the young man in front of him was so awkward that he wanted to run away, she simply grabbed a strand of his hair, There was also a little more threat in the tone: "Sit down, or I will pluck your hair out."

"..."

Why do you say this sentence so proficiently, as if you have really done it before?

Sitting stiffly on the sofa, watching TV comics with subtitles and then listening to the sound of the hair dryer, Xia Youjie only felt that the brown sugar ginger tea he drank just now and the dry clothes on his body made him warm again.The only wet hair was blown by the hair dryer. Even if he didn't turn around, he felt that his hands seemed to have found some fun game, gently fiddled with the ends of his hair.

"The hair quality is really good."

Touching the shiny black hair on her hand, Axiangli couldn't help but sighed a few words.Xia Youjie's hair was not particularly soft to the touch, but it was inexplicably smooth, and when it was blown up in the air by the hair dryer, it gave her a gorgeous texture: "And there are a lot of them."

I always feel that it is best not to add anything after this sentence, otherwise no matter what I say, it will become very strange.

Those hands fiddled with his hair, plus he was sitting in front of Ya Xiangli, bowed his body to match her, and then was rubbed in such a mess——

So, does she really think of herself as a stray cat who can talk and bathe herself?

The hair dryer is constantly roaring in the ear, even if it is a bit annoying, but the constant sound will make people drowsy.The hands that gently rubbed his hair were emotionless, and he, who hadn't really slept well for several days, really felt sleepy.

After a "click", the sound of the hair dryer disappeared, and Xia Youjie raised his head in a daze when he heard the sudden laughter on the TV.The hair was gently pulled and combed by her, and the canned laughter played was annoying, but at least it made people understand that they were still alive.

"Ashari."

"It doesn't matter whether you add a respectful word or replace it with 'Senior', it's okay to just call it by name..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ya Xiangli looked at Xia Youjie who suddenly fell backwards, and was so frightened that he almost dropped the hair dryer in his hand to the ground.Before, although she vaguely understood that the height and body shape of the boy in front of her was taller, she looked at the boy who was almost as tall as a mountain when she was blowing the wind just now, and realized that the boy in front of her was indeed about to grow up. Becoming an adult.

He was much taller than me, and his shoulders were much wider. The T-shirt that seemed to me to be extra wide fit him very well.Now his long hair is all draped over his shoulders, and his eyes are a little confused, plus he was talking about him in the office before, and that face that was already very suitable for him——

This is really, a little too foul.

When he fell, she wanted to back away to avoid it, but found that he seemed to be falling very carefully beside her. In the end, only the strands of hair brushed her hand, and the whole person was more of a half-fallen on the sofa.

"sleepy."

Looking down at the boy who had closed his eyes and was determined not to open them, Ya Xiangli raised his hand to turn down the volume of the TV after a moment of silence, saw him carefully lying down against the edge of the sofa, raised his hand, and gently pushed him in pushed.

"Sleep if you are tired."

Xia Youjie could feel those warm hands combing his hair again, making him seem to be able to let go of all the accumulated emotions before, and fall into a dreamless sleep.

"I wish you sweet dreams, Mr. Xia You."