I Loaded the Healing System

As if out of sight and out of mind, that cold voice simply disappeared.

It has clearly realized that its sense of existence is constantly becoming weaker, and the source of all this, the culprit of all this, must be attributed to that hateful guy.

So what was left was only that gentle voice, which symbolized the soft and sensual side of Zhao Qingyu's heart.

"You didn't go looking for him on purpose, you just didn't want to stay in this room, did you?"

"Even if he asks you then, you have reason to tell him."

"What's more, this hotel itself is your home, and the room he lives in is also yours. If his room is okay and you don't want to cause misunderstandings, you can drive him here at the worst."

"Anyway, he doesn't mind where he lives. With a bed, he can probably sleep like a pig."

The voice was bewitching Zhao Qingyu's mind, and she was about to nod almost subconsciously.

"Oh, no, if you drive him here...if he sleeps on the bed in his own room...then what remains is not only her smell, but also his own..."

"I don't mind, but if he gets her smell..."

Zhao Qingyu's eyes were fixed: "No, absolutely not."

This is something she absolutely does not allow.

Although this is just a very imaginary assumption, maybe no one smells on the bed, after all, the air will flow.

But her possessiveness doesn't even allow such imaginary assumptions to happen.

"Well, instead of arranging him in your own room, just arrange him in another room."

Zhao Qingyu muttered to himself.

"Then if he asks, how will he explain it? He can't really say that this hotel belongs to him, can he? That would be too unreasonable."

"Well, I don't want to sleep in my own bed? Isn't that obviously putting myself on the side of the weak and begging? This doesn't work either."

Zhao Qingyu pursed his mouth, and propped up his chin delicately.

It's so embarrassing.

At this time, the gentle voice from the bottom of my heart sounded again: "Idiot, how can it be so difficult?"

"He's alone in the room and doesn't have a mobile phone. I'm afraid he's more boring than you."

"It's too late for you to go to him to be happy. After all, there is someone who can chat with him, right? Why would you deliberately ask those questions that make things difficult for you?"

Yes. .

Zhao Qingyu's eyes lit up, and he stood up immediately.

But she stopped when she reached the door, and hurried back to her room.

Um. .

Although I was going to find him, but if I went there wearing a nightgown, it would be ostentatious~

Enduring a little nausea, she found a new set of casual clothes from the suitcase and put them on casually.

Then she walked to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror.

She looked at it carefully, thought for a while, and then went back to get a lipstick.

My lips are a little pale and not pretty.

After her lips were stained with rouge, Zhao Qingyu straightened her hair which was still a little wet. After she wore no makeup, she revealed the coldness of her facial features and a touch of fragility.

But this bright red didn't make her look too delicate, maintaining her usual pride.

After finishing the preparations and turning off the lights, Zhao Qingyu went straight to Shen An's room with his slippers on.

But at this moment, Shen An was really bored in the room by himself.

He had already showered, and even his hair was already air-dried.

Watching the unnutritious TV series in front of him, Shen An felt that life would be worse than death.

But he didn't sleep.

He is waiting.

This is a less likely outcome, but not impossible.

Judging from the speed of development tonight, if Zhao Qingyu really came to find him, it means that the relationship between them has reached a new level.

I am only a little away from the door of her deepest heart.

Of course, it is more likely that she will not come to find her. After all, at night, if a man and a widow stay together, even if nothing happens, it will inevitably be a little embarrassing.

He didn't care, but with Zhao Qingyu's face, she might not be able to accept this result.

But what if?

Right, dreams are still there.

What's more, it's so early now, Shen An is boring, but she really doesn't feel sleepy at all.

The door was locked again by Zhao Qingyu, and now he's calling Tian Tian Ying, and the ground is not working, and there is really nothing he can do about it.

The episodes being played on TV seemed to be meeting Shen An's expectations.

Because this episode happened to show that the heroine is hesitating whether to go to the hero and stay in the same room with him.

Shen An looked at the heroine who was struggling repeatedly, and couldn't help laughing.

Suddenly, there was some movement outside the door.

Shen An reacted very quickly, and immediately turned to look.

drop.

There was a sound of the door lock being opened, and then the door opened automatically.

A pretty figure appeared in front of Shen An's eyes, it was undoubtedly Zhao Qingyu.

She was wearing summer cool short-sleeved shorts. Although her long legs were not wrapped in black silk that Shen An liked, they looked even more tender and delicious.

He narrowed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up quietly.

On the other hand, look at Zhao Qingyu. .

She didn't expect to meet Shen An's gaze as soon as she entered the door, as if he had already calculated that she would come to him.

His gaze aroused the embarrassment in her heart, which made her dodge his gaze with a little guilt.

But it's all here. .Leaving now would feel like 300 taels of silver.

"Cough cough~"

She coughed lightly, suppressed the embarrassment in her heart, and pretended to be calm: "You haven't slept yet?"

After finishing speaking, she took advantage of the opportunity to close the door.

The arc of the corner of Shen An's mouth is spreading, and even his tone is full of complacency: "How could anyone go to bed so early, but you, senior, what's wrong? Don't you have anything to do at night?"

hum~

Zhao Qingyu pursed his lips, and walked up to him slowly: "Aren't you worried that you will be bored by yourself, so come and have a look."

On the big screen of the TV, the female protagonist was determined to find the male protagonist, and opened the door, but bumped into the male protagonist.

After the two of them explained, Zhao Qingyu's embarrassment intensified at the sound.

Seeing Shen An teasing with a half-smile, she was inexplicably annoyed, snatched his remote control, and turned off the TV directly.

Shen An raised her eyebrows: "You turn off the TV, the only entertainment I have left is gone."

Zhao Qingyu threw the remote control aside casually, and then sat down: "Isn't there me?"

"Oh, don't you want to have a water fight in the room?"

"Hit a hammer, I'm done taking a shower!"

"It can be seen that you haven't even dried your hair." Shen An reached out and casually lifted her wet short hair: "You are really not afraid of catching a cold."

Zhao Qingyu pursed his lips: "If you have a cold, you have a cold, and it's not like you haven't had a cold before."

Shen An rolled his eyes: "It's intentional to make me feel guilty, right?"

"I didn't say that, it was you who misinterpreted my meaning."

Zhao Qingyu would never admit that she deliberately didn't dry her hair.

"Alas~" Seeing this, Shen An had no choice but to sigh and stand up: "It's really torturing me."

Zhao Qingyu secretly rejoiced, and asked knowingly, "Going to bed?"

"Sleep ass, come here, I'll blow dry it for you."

This tough tone aroused Zhao Qingyu's rebellious psychology.

You just let me go there?

I can't get past it.

She turned her head and sat on the sofa rigidly.

Shen An secretly laughed, and had no choice but to slow down her tone: "This is also for the sake of your health, senior sister, come here."

hum~

Zhao Qingyu held a hint of arrogance, and pretended to reluctantly get up from the sofa.

But when she walked halfway, Shen An called to stop her: "Oh, so the hair dryer can be taken out, so you don't have to move it."

Zhao Qingyu was taken aback, crossed his waist and said, "Are you playing with me?"

"I haven't used it, and I usually go to other hotels, where the hair dryer is fixed in the bathroom."

"Besides, this is not your hotel, and you don't remind me."

Shen An took a hair dryer and walked over step by step.

Zhao Qingyu didn't bother to complain, so he returned to the sofa and sat quietly.

And Shen An walked up to her, plugged in the plug, turned on the hair dryer first, and tested the temperature with his hands.

After testing the temperature, she lifted her wet hair with her fingertips, and the warm wind blew past her little by little.

His technique is extremely proficient, blowing even Zhao Qingyu feels a little comfortable.