Luo Yichen\'s room is as like as two peas in the house. White walls, white desks, white beds, light blue sheets... Things are arranged neatly, which doesn\'t look like a boy\'s room at all.

Su Rourou is no stranger to this place. She used to come often and slept with him several times. Of course, that was when I was a child.

She has seldom come to his room since she entered puberty. Once in a while, I sneaked in through the window in the middle of the night. Those times were because Luo Yichen made her unhappy again, so she messed up his room while he was asleep. For a man who is obsessed with cleanliness, messing up his room is the best revenge for him!

Su Rourou threw her schoolbag on the desk and clapped her hands: "excuse me, can I go?"

Luo Yichen continued to wipe her hair without saying a word.

This strange guy, if he doesn\'t speak, it means acquiescence! Su Rourou thought so and was ready to turn and leave.

But his hand just touched the doorknob and was held down by Luo Yichen.

His big hand covered up again and held her hand tightly.

"Let go!" Su Rourou tries to break free. This guy is addicted to touching her hand, isn\'t he!

"Don\'t let go!" Behind him came the cool voice of Luo Yichen.

Su Rourou turned angrily and looked up at him: "I\'ve delivered the schoolbag to you. What else do you want!"

As soon as she turned around, she found that their posture was very ambiguous. Luo Yichen supported the door panel with one hand and the door handle with the other, and wrapped her whole body between her arms. His hair is still a little wet, a few curly bangs stick to his forehead, and there seems to be moisture floating in a pair of Phoenix eyes.

Su Rourou\'s heart suddenly jumped up. She felt that such a posture was very awkward. She squatted down slowly along the wall and planned to drill under his arm.

Chloe Yichen grew up with her since childhood. As long as she blinked, he knew what she wanted to do.

He followed her and squatted down at the same time, still locking her firmly in his arms.

"You... What are you doing..." Su Rourou asked intermittently. She felt something wrong in his eyes.

"My book is wet." Luo Yichen\'s eyes flashed and his Adam\'s Apple moved.

"So?" Su Rourou\'s eyes fell on his rolling Adam\'s apple and swallowed his saliva. She doesn\'t know why she swallows

"You are responsible!" Luo Yichen said word by word and meal by meal.

"How are you responsible?"

"Blow dry!" Luo Yichen got up, found a hair dryer from the bathroom and threw it to her.

Su Rourou has a black thread: this guy is really hard to serve!

But who let himself have something in his hand, she had to take the hair dryer and blow all the textbooks in her schoolbag.

In the gap of her textbook, Luo Yichen took time to go downstairs.

Seeing that he had only one person to come down, Li Juan wondered, "what about Rourou? Why didn\'t she come down? Won\'t she go back tonight?"

Speaking of this last sentence, the originally puzzled eyes became ambiguous.

Luo Yichen knew what his mother was thinking and casually made up a reason: "isn\'t her hair wet? She\'s blowing her hair in my room!"

"Oh, that\'s right." Li Juan somewhat disappointed to lengthen the ending, handed him a cup of ginger tea in her hand, "this is to warm her body. It\'s not good for girls to catch a cold."

Luo Yichen looked at her empty hand and raised her eyebrows: "where\'s mine?"

"No." Li Juan naturally answered, and then she was busy with her own.

Is this his mother? Luo Yichen\'s eyes darkened and went upstairs with the cup of ginger tea.