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Wen Ye lowered his eyes and looked at Xiao Rong, "What's wrong?"
"You bow your head."
Wen Ye was too tall, and even if Xiao Rong stood on tiptoes, it was difficult for him to dry the water on Wen Ye's hair and face.
What did this bitch of a man grow up on? He was so much taller than her. She seemed to have only reached his shoulders.
Wen Ye didn't know what Xiao Rong was going to do, so he slowly lowered his head.
Xiao Rong took a tissue and wiped the water from Wen Ye's hair and face.
Wen Ye was slightly startled.
Xiao Rong didn't seem to notice Wen Ye's expression and held the tissue seriously.
After wiping it off, she looked over it with satisfaction, and then showed a smile.
"Okay." Xiao Rong took a few steps back, "Is it more comfortable now?"
Wen Ye did not answer. Instead, he looked at Xiao Rong with a cryptic look, his black eyes as deep as the abyss.
Xiao Rong was stunned for a moment, "What, what's wrong?"
Xiao Rong couldn't help but scratch his face, "Is there something on my face?"
Wen Ye's eyes flashed, "No."
"Then why are you looking at me like this" After Xiao Rong finished speaking, he seemed to have come to his senses.
Her actions just now seemed a bit ambiguous.
Although, when Wen Ye was in the hospital, she also did something even closer than this. However, at that time, Wen Ye was injured after all, and no one thought much about it. Moreover, since she has decided to take care of Wen Ye, it would be more hypocritical to avoid this and that.
But the current situation is obviously different.
They are both fine, but her behavior seems too close.
Xiao Rong explained: "Well I just saw water dripping from your hair. I thought you must be uncomfortable, so I wiped it for you. I didn't mean anything else"
Xiao Rong¡¯s voice became softer and softer.
She suddenly remembered that every time she was in need, Wen Ye just handed her handkerchiefs and tissues, never crossing the distance.
He has a really good sense of proportion and scale.
Even though he was really good to her and even almost died trying to save her and stayed in a coma in the hospital for so long, she never had the slightest illusion.
She knew that he was not nice to her because he liked her.
Just because she is his "fianc¨¦e" in name only.
But even so, what he did was better than anyone else.
No matter what, Xiao Rong cherishes this friendship.
"Ding."
At this time, the elevator slowly stopped.
Wen Ye carried Xiao Rong's suitcase and got off the elevator.
Xiao Rong also reacted and walked down behind Wen Ye.
She whispered softly: "I really don't mean anything else, don't get me wrong."
"Yeah." The man's elegant and gentle voice came over, "I know."
Xiao Rong still wanted to explain, but felt that any further explanation would seem to be trying to cover up the obvious, and it would become darker and darker.
Xiao Rong opened the door to the room and said to Wen Ye, "You sit down for a while, and I'll pour you a cup of hot water."
Xiao Rong hadn¡¯t been home for a long time, so she found a kettle to boil water.
As if thinking of something, Xiao Rong began to look for the tea at home.
She also has tea at home, but she doesn¡¯t drink it often and doesn¡¯t know where she puts it.
Xiao Rong finally dug out the tea and found a brand new tea set.
At this time, the water in the teapot is also boiling.
Xiao Rong washed the tea set, then walked to the living room with the teapot and tea leaves.
"These teas were given to me by my friends. They seem to be good teas. How about you try them?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com