When Ye Hehuan woke up, he found that he was already lying on the hotel lobby. The sky outside was gray and it was approaching evening.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom, it was Yu Zhongxiao taking a bath.

I looked at the time, it was around four in the afternoon.

Ye Hehuan lay there for a while, and then woke up completely before getting down. He walked quietly to the door of the bathroom, raised his hand and touched the frosted glass door, and found that it was only half-covered, and the scent of shampoo wafted from the crack in the door.

Come out. With a little force on her hand, the moment the door was pushed open, she pursed her lips and retracted her hand in a sullen voice.

When Yu Zhongxiao came out of the shower, he only wrapped a towel around his waist. He found Ye Hehuan sitting on a chair watching TV, and paused slightly while wiping his hair.

"Has it been washed?" Ye Hehuan turned his head and smiled with a hint of flattery.

Yu Zhongxiao didn't expect that she had woken up. He saw her unexpectedly and was stunned for a moment. Then he returned to normal and asked her: "How long have you been awake?"

"It didn't take long. I also sweated while hiking today. After you wash it, it's my turn."

After saying that, Ye Hehuan stretched, stopped looking at his strong wheat-colored chest, and stood up to get a change of clothes.

Yu Zhongxiao suddenly turned his head and asked: "That...has left?"

"Yeah, it hasn't been three days." Ye Hehuan answered casually while squatting in front of the travel bag, rummaging for underwear.

In the past few days, whenever Ye Hehuan wanted to wash her hair and take a bath, Yu Zhongxiao wouldn't let her. Compared with her various taboos, he wouldn't allow her to do all kinds of things, even drinking water.

He seemed to know more thoroughly than she did about the things women should pay attention to during menstruation.

Ye Hehuan sat on the toilet and looked at the sanitary napkins on her underwear. They were clean and there was no trace of her aunt.

Before taking off her clothes and entering the shower room, she seemed to have thought of something. She looked back and forth in the mirror, and finally her eyes fell on those plump soft bodies.

I couldn't help but weigh it with my hands. The weight is quite sufficient...

After Ye Hehuan took a bath, he took the bath towel and wrapped it around his armpits. He wrapped his wet hair with the towel, and ran out with the image of Indian Asan: "I'm done!"

Yu Zhongxiao had already put on his clothes and was sitting where she was watching TV. He turned around when he heard the noise.

The first thing that caught his sight was Ye Hehuan's long white legs.

The bath towel barely covered her crotch, and the black underwear underneath was vaguely visible, but she didn't know it. Her hair was pulled up, exposing Bai Xi's neck and the back of her shoulders, and her skin washed by hot water showed a faint glow.

Blushing, as she jumped around, the towel seemed to fall to the ground in the next second.

A light fragrance was also brought out of the bathroom by her.

"The water is a bit cold, I'm freezing to death."

Ye Hehuan was shivering, holding the bath towel on his chest with his little hands, and running around the room barefoot.

When she walked past him, the sweet smell penetrated into his breath, but it was not the smell of shower gel...

Yu Zhongxiao put down the remote control and stood up from the chair: "I'll go downstairs to smoke a cigarette. You change your clothes and come down by yourself."

"Wait for me, I'll be fine soon." Ye Hehuan hurriedly ran to search for his travel bag.

"Remember to blow dry your hair."

After saying this, Yu Zhongxiao opened the door and went out.

The door closed with a bang. Ye Hehuan still held the clothes in his hands and pouted in dissatisfaction. This person was not even willing to wait for her for a minute or two!

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Ye Hehuan came out of the elevator and saw Yu Zhongxiao standing at the door smoking.

His left hand was in his trouser pocket, and he held a cigarette in his right hand. His upright back showed a bit of leisure.

Suddenly wanting to scare him, Ye Hehuan walked towards him with light steps. When he was only a few steps away, Yu Zhongxiao seemed to notice and turned around.

A very faint smile appeared on his lips: "What do you want to do?"

Ye Hehuan put his paws in the air behind his back, pursed his lips, and said calmly: "Don't do anything."

"What do you plan to eat tonight?" Yu Zhongxiao asked her as he smoked a cigarette.

This express hotel only provides breakfast, and guests have to pay for lunch and dinner by themselves.

Ye Hehuan walked to the door and looked around. He couldn't find any decent restaurant. He sighed. It was really remote. He turned around and said, "There is -" nearby.

The rest of the words were stuck in her throat because she found that Yu Zhongxiao was looking down at her.

His face suddenly turned red.

Ye Hehuan first looked at what she was wearing, a red hollow loose knitted sweater and snakeskin pattern nine-point pants. The clothes were not on but they were inside out. She raised her head and asked: "Is there something wrong with me?"

Yu Zhongxiao had already withdrew his gaze and said calmly: "There's nothing wrong, let's go."

"Then why are you staring at me?" Ye Hehuan followed.

Yu Zhongxiao stretched out his hand, grabbed her left wrist, and led her on the sidewalk: "Why are there so many questions?"

His expression was indifferent, but Ye Hehuan read an emotion called 'sorry' from his words. She deliberately protracted her voice: "Oh, so you are peeking at me!"

Then he pretended to be fierce and said: "Tell me, why are you peeking at me?"

Yu Zhongxiao squeezed her hand, looked forward, and said slowly: "You can watch it if you want, there is no reason."

Ye Hehuan was struck by his serious words, "Just watch it if you want." The warmth of his palm felt on the back of his hand, and he suddenly wanted to miss this man who was occasionally cheeky but easily blushed.

Hidden and belong to yourself alone, you can hold his hand and walk under the sunset every evening like this...

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The two of them walked for more than ten minutes and saw an ordinary small restaurant on the roadside. They were not picky and went straight in to order food.

After dinner, without rushing back to the hotel, Ye Hehuan took Yu Zhongxiao for a walk along the road.

There are big differences in customs and customs between the north and the south. Unlike southern cities where people stay up all night, many shops in the north close early when it gets dark. The zebra crossings at intersections are not like the people coming and going in riverside cities.

Surrounded by people, walking on such a road gives people a somewhat peaceful state of mind.

As I walked, I came to a long and lively street.

Ye Hehuan saw a pastry shop, which was a well-known local time-honored brand, and she pulled Yu Zhongxiao in.

A sweet scent of pastry greeted me.

Ye Hehuan immediately let go of Yu Zhongxiao's hand and ran over, bending down to look at the good-looking pastries through the glass of the display cabinet.

"Want to eat this?" Yu Zhongxiao was already standing beside her.

Ye Hehuan nodded, his eyes fixed on the cakes for a moment, and he pointed on the glass with his hand: "This, this, this, and that."

After buying the pastries, she couldn't wait to open a package, twist a small piece and put it in her mouth.

Yu Zhongxiao looked down at her: "How does it taste?"

"Not bad." Ye Hehuan twisted a small piece and handed it to his mouth: "Try it."

"I don't eat sweets."

Ye Hehuan didn't force him and ate the cakes by himself, then held his arm and drank the bowl of white fungus and red date soup: "Then why did you eat it again at your house last time?"

Yu Zhongxiao said: “It’s acceptable to eat a little occasionally.”

Just as Ye Hehuan was about to retort, "I didn't even give you much to eat," out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at the stall at the door of the shop next to her. A yellow plaid scarf attracted her attention. She took it over and touched it.

Soft and very comfortable.

The boss was about to close the door. When he saw a customer, he didn't greet him warmly. He just said casually: "Young sheep, if it gets colder, you can surround them."

Ye Hehuan circled it twice around his neck, then turned around and asked Yu Zhongxiao: "Does it look good?"

Her skin was very white, and her small face looked even more delicate against the yellow background. She had an elegant temperament. Yu Zhongxiao stretched out his hand to lift her messy hair.

Facing Ye Hehuan's expectant gaze, his eyes became gentle and he nodded: "It looks good."

She immediately smiled brightly, turned around and asked the boss for the price, and did not forget to bargain. She thought the price was right before she bought it.

The boss saw that she was beautiful and polite. When he was looking for money, he pointed to the row of men's scarves next to him: "Would you like to buy one for your man too?"

Ye Hehuan turned around, but Yu Zhongxiao didn't come in. He was standing outside the store waiting.

Holding his wallet in his hand, Ye Hehuan leaned on the counter and asked the boss: "What color do you think he wears better?"

"Dark gray, this one is quite suitable." The boss brought over a scarf.

Ye Hehuan looked at the scarf and suddenly raised his head and asked the boss: "Can I knit this myself?"

The boss nodded and pointed to the frame thread next to her, saying that he could teach her how to weave for free. Ye Hehuan became interested: "Then I'll buy the thread!"

…

Yu Zhongxiao waited for a long time but no one came out. Just as he was about to turn around and go in, the door opened and Ye Hehuan ran out: "Come on, come on!"

She jumped over, held his arm, raised her head and asked with a smile: "Are you tired of waiting?"

Yu Zhongxiao looked at the bulging black bag in her hand: "What is it?"

"It's just some threads that you can knit and play with when you're bored." Ye Hehuan said vaguely, and shook his arm: "It's getting late, let's go."

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On the way back to the hotel, Ye Hehuan saw a painter painting on the roadside and was so attracted by the portrait art paintings that he couldn't move away.
To be continued...