"Oh!" Han Jue seemed to have been waiting for a long time, and without a word of resistance, he immediately sat up.

[Bathing after meals is not good for health] Such an excuse is no longer useful, because after a long time of struggle, it is no longer after meals. It just happened to take a shower at this time.

"It's better to take a shower, and it's most comfortable to take a shower after sweating." Han Jue showed a passion for taking a bath.

Zhang Yiman's body still had the aftertaste of the passionate kiss, and looking at the sofa, he could still recall the feeling of floating in the sky. At this time, he repeatedly listened to the word "bathing" and couldn't help but start thinking about the way the two of them took a bath together...

As Zhang Yiman thought about it, he followed Han Jue to unbox his suitcase, took out the small bag for bathing, and followed Han Jue into the same bathroom.

Sister Qin next door sighed quietly.

Han Jue entered the bathroom and saw Zhang Yiman following him, he was shocked: "What are you here for?"

"Ah?" Zhang Yiman slapped her long eyelashes, very confused, as if she was saying something was wrong with her coming? Aren't she going to take a shower together?

"Don't you go to the master bedroom to wash?"

The suite has two bathrooms, one next to the living room and the other in the master bedroom. Han Jue gave up the master bedroom.

Han Jue looked at Zhang Yiman's eyes as if saying: [Didn't you just say that you can't be too blatant???]

Looking at Han Jue's puzzled eyes, Zhang Yiman was stunned for a few seconds before finally waking up: "Ah!"

She looked around, her expression was as frightened as if the protagonist in the horror movie suddenly woke up in the bathroom, and she didn't understand why she was here for no reason.

Han Jue put down the small bag containing toiletries, gave way to the side, and asked Zhang Yiman through the mirror: "Brush your teeth together?"

Zhang Yiman imagined the scene of two people brushing their teeth together, and immediately smiled happily and came over: "Brush your teeth~"

When brushing his teeth, Zhang Yiman asked to help Han Jue brush. Han Jue refused because he was afraid that the toothbrush would poke his throat.

When washing his face, Zhang Yiman asked to help Han Jue wash. Han Jue thought that something terrible would not happen if he washed his face, so he agreed.

"When washing your face, you have to push the foam backwards with the back of your hands." Zhang Yiman said, while using the water to wash away the facial cleanser on Han Jue's face little by little with the back of your hands.

Although this was the first time Zhang Yiman helped someone wash his face, Han Jue felt much more relieved.

"Um!" Han Jue, who closed his eyes, let out a muffled groan because Zhang Yiman's finger accidentally poked into his nostril.

"Hehe, the mistake is wrong." Zhang Yiman explained with a wry smile: "If you don't wash face to face, this angle is difficult to grasp."

Han Jue shook his head and asked Zhang Yiman to help him wash his nostrils' fingers and flush out the foam himself.

At this point, Han Jue found that washing his face was also dangerous, and he wanted to say that he would come, but that silly girl would be sad, so Han Jue changed his angle and asked Zhang Yiman to continue washing.

Zhang Yiman promised that he would not make any mistakes again, so he continued to help Han Jue clean.

"Ah!" Han Jue let out a second scream, because Zhang Yiman put the facial cleanser into his eyes while washing his eyes.

Zhang Yiman panicked and wanted to help him wash it off, but Han Jue screamed one after another.

"Don't dig my eyes!"

Seeing Han Jue washing his eyes, he took the opportunity to wash the foam from his entire face. Zhang Yiman was extremely frustrated and decided to go home and use his father to practice before washing the uncle.

Later, the two went to take a shower separately.

Only then did Zhang Yiman remember why she followed Han Jue in, so she covered her face and ran away hurriedly.

When Han Jue took a shower, wrapped himself in a bath towel and wiped his wet hair, waited in the living room for a long time, and then went to the master bedroom to prepare for the final shooting tonight.

As a result, I was shocked as soon as I opened the door.

The bedroom has no headlights on, and all the light comes from the bedside table and the ground around the bed, where lit bottled candles are placed.

In the middle of the bed, Zhang Yiman was wearing a suspender skirt and leaning on the bed with his head on his back, looking at him with charming eyes. A pair of fair and smooth legs were stacked together, and from his shoulders to his ankles, it was a continuous ups and downs.

The atmosphere in the whole room is charming and ambiguous.

Zhang Yiman was bare at this time, with the ends of his hair not dry and there were still water marks. Her long red hair was scattered in messy manner on her white neck and chest. If her vision was better, she could see that the water droplets accumulated in small amounts, and eventually she slid down the ends along the curve of her chest.

The visual impact of the purity and charm in front of him made Han Jue hold the door handle and stand in a daze.
Chapter completed!