"Where did these things come from?"
Qiao Ye was pressed against the chair and covered with a blanket. He was completely dumbfounded.
"I bought it before. Didn't you say that all the daily necessities were covered?”
Zhuge Dali pushed Qiao Ye to the mirror, took out a pair of scissors, and blinked at Qiao Ye in the mirror.
"Do you have any requests? If not, I'll make a move."
"Uh, no."
Crack, crack.
Sizzle---
Puff! Puff!
Completed!
" Did you really only intern for two days?"
Qiao Ye looked in the mirror and asked in surprise.
This technique was as practiced as an old master.
"Uh-huh ~"
"Let's go. It's time to wash my hair."
Zhuge Dali shook his body proudly and said.
The two of them walked into the bathroom, which was already filled with hot air and steam. Hu Yifei, who was in the living room, was stunned. The melon seeds in her hand fell to the ground.
Of course, Zhuge Dali didn't buy the horizontal hair washing basin in the barbershop, because even if he bought it, it wouldn't fit.
Therefore, Qiao Ye could only sit on the stool and lower his head beside the bathtub.
"This is my first time washing someone else's hair. If you feel uncomfortable, remember to tell me.”
Zhuge Dali said and rolled up his sleeves.
Scratching--
"Mmmm-"
Qiao Ye made a comfortable sound.
This little girl's nails were neither long nor short, and her fingers were slender and soft. It was simply perfect.
Fortunately, this world didn't see the Mona Lisa's Kira Yoshikage, or else Zhuge Dali would be in danger.
"Alright, you shouldn't wash your hair for too long. You can take a shower now.”
Three minutes later, Zhuge Dali took a towel from the side and gave Qiao Ye a simple wipe.
"Wait, you take a shower first. I'm going to have some supper.”
After drying his hair, Qiao Ye turned his head and saw Zhuge Dali, whose clothes were soaked by water, about to leave.
"Hmm? Alright."
Zhuge Dali turned his head in confusion, then pursed his lips and smiled.
"By the way, there are some rice balls in the fridge that I bought from Family. I didn't know what flavor you liked, so I bought one of each type.”
Qiao Ye, who had just walked out of the bathroom and was about to make a bowl of noodles, heard the words coming from behind him. The corners of his mouth twitched.
——
In the living room, Hu Yifei heaved a sigh of relief when she saw Qiao Ye come out three minutes after entering the bathroom.
It seemed that she was overthinking things. These two people were always doing strange things, making her lose her mind.
"Dali bought a lot of rice balls. Teacher Hu, do you want to eat them?”
"Oh, give me one."
Half an hour later, the bathroom door opened, and Zhuge Dali walked out wrapped in a towel.
"I'm done. Go and wash up."
"Alright, go and rest."
Qiao Ye nodded and walked into the bathroom.
"Eh? Didn't he feel his heart beating?”
Hu Yifei looked at Qiao Ye, who didn't react at all. Then, she turned to look at Zhuge Dali, who was drinking milk in front of the fridge.
"It's okay, Teacher Hu. I've already found a way!”
Wiping the milk from the corner of his mouth, Zhuge Dali's eyes were filled with determination.
——
"Ah, it's comfortable-"
After taking a shower, Qiao Ye walked out of the bathroom with a refreshed face, and then…
She quickly ran back to her room. It was too damn cold!
There was no heating in the south, no human rights!
After returning to his room, even though there was air conditioning, Qiao Ye kicked off his slippers as quickly as he could and got into bed.
"Ah!"
"Ah?"
A man and a woman screamed.
"Why are you here? Why did you go back to your room?"
Qiao Ye wrapped himself in the blanket and looked at Zhuge Dali, who was lying on his bed in his pajamas, and said helplessly.
"Science has proven that electric blankets have a great impact on health and are prone to safety risks, so…"
"Anyway, it's already warm. Go to sleep!”
At this point, Zhuge Dali seemed to be a little embarrassed to continue. He picked up a pillow and ran out.
“……”
Looking at the electric blanket thrown next to the trash can, Qiao Ye was speechless. He could only lie back on the bed with the blanket that was still warm.
"Mmmm-"
It was not as cold as he had imagined. On the contrary, it was very warm and there was a faint fragrance.
Soon, Qiao Ye fell asleep.
Thump! Thump!
Qiao Ye's heart skipped a beat and he instantly woke up.
"No way. What was with the dream just now? Did I start secreting hormones?”
Turning on the bedside lamp, Qiao Ye looked like he was about to explode.
"Wait a minute, let's not talk about getting a haircut and preparing supper. Isn't it a little too much to warm up the shop?”
Feeling that he had already noticed the key, Qiao Ye decided to confirm it.
“DeathThirteen！”
Death God 13 appeared behind Qiao Ye.
"The distance isn't enough.”
Qiao Ye looked at the warm blanket. After a moment of hesitation, he decided to remove the seal on the blanket and walk out.
"Fortunately, this distance is just right."
When he reached Zhuge Dali's bedroom, Qiao Ye heaved a sigh of relief.
"Death God 13, bring me into her dream!”
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