Anyuan went to an Shijue and said respectfully, "if you go back to the young master, they say it's a girl."

"Girl?" An Shijue looked at him, "An Yue's enemy?"

Anyuan hesitated, said: "this subordinate is not sure, to continue to check."

"Then check it out. I want to see who dares to touch me." An Shijue's killing intention flashed away.

"Yes Anyuan respectfully said that the young master was really angry this time.

An Shijue was silent for a while and said, "let an Su send some clothes for an Yue to change."

"Yes

After Cheng Anyue returned to her room, her first thought was to take a bath.

Those people touched her hands and face just now. She felt very dirty and couldn't wait to wash it.

Just when she washed her face with her hands, she immediately realized a problem. Her brother's hand was injured. It must be inconvenient for him to wash his face.

However, with Anyuan, there should be no problem.

However, Anyuan helps his brother wash his face. The picture is too strange.

The more she thought about it, the more wrong she felt. She went out of the bathroom, took her room card, opened the door and went out.

An Shijue is sitting on the sofa in a daze. His mind is full of what happened tonight.

Can't find Anyue's fear, find her joy, with contrast, just more clearly her importance.

Suddenly, he heard a knock on the door.

He recovered, got up and went to the door. When he opened the door, he saw Cheng Anyue standing at the door.

He flashed a surprise, "what's the matter?"

Cheng Anyue didn't speak and went directly into the room.

An Shijue watched her go in, closed the door and followed her inside.

"Brother, it's inconvenient for you. Let me wash your face for you." Cheng Anyue said.

An Shijue looks at her serious face and can't refuse.

"Well."

"Brother, come here." Cheng Anyue waves to an Shijue, then goes into the bathroom.

An Shijue also followed in.

The space of the bathroom is quite large. Two people standing in it is not crowded at all.

Cheng Anyue took a towel and washed it repeatedly. After moistening it with hot water, she raised her hand to help an Shijue clean her face.

An Shijue is a head higher than her, so she helps him to wipe his face, which is a little difficult.

"Brother, lower your head." Cheng Anyue said.

An Shijue then reflected that she was standing too straight. In other words, he was so absorbed that he forgot their height difference.

He lowered his head and looked down on Cheng Anyue again.

Her face is only the size of a palm, her eyes are very big, her eyelashes are very long, and she twinkles like a fan.

Her skin is very white and her lips are ruddy.

She was serious now, as if she wanted to wipe every dust off his face.

All of a sudden, she looked over and looked at him with a smile on her face.

"Brother, I'll be fine soon."

"Well!" An Shijue looks away, but some emotion spreads in her heart. He can't say it clearly, but he doesn't hate it.

After washing his face, Cheng Anyue helps him put the water in the bathtub, and is afraid to put the clean towel aside.

"Brother, take a bath first. I'm out."

"Well!" An Shijue nodded.

Cheng Anyue goes out and closes the door.

An Shijue looks at the water in the bathtub and at the door, looking inexplicable.

Maybe it's hot water. The space is closed. Now he feels a little hot.

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