12. Chapter 12 Help Me Carry My Schoolbag (6)

The color of Luo Yichen's room was very dull, exactly the same as the owner's personality. The white walls, the white desk, the white bed, the light blue sheets... everything was neatly arranged, and it didn't look like a boy's room at all.

Su Rourou is no stranger to this place. She used to come here often and slept with him several times. Of course, that was all when I was a kid.

Since entering puberty, she rarely came to his room. I came here a few times occasionally, always sneaking in through the window in the middle of the night. Those few times were because Luo Yichen made her unhappy again, so she messed up his room while he was sleeping. For a person with a mysophobia like him, messing up his room is the best revenge for him!

Su Rourou threw her schoolbag on the desk and clapped her hands: "Excuse me, can I go?"

Luo Yichen continued to wipe his hair without saying a word.

This weird guy, if he doesn't speak, it means he acquiesces! Su Rourou thought so and prepared to turn around and leave.

But just as his hand touched the doorknob, Luo Yichen held it down again.

His big hand came up again, holding her hand tightly.

"Let go!" Su Rourou tried to break away. This guy is addicted to touching her hands, right?

"Don't let go!" Luo Yichen's cold voice came from behind.

Su Rourou turned around angrily, raised her head and looked at him: "I have already delivered your schoolbag to you, what else do you want!"

When she turned around like this, she realized that the posture between the two of them was very ambiguous at the moment. Luo Yichen put one hand on the door panel and the other on the door handle, enclosing her whole body between his arms. His hair was still a little wet, a few curly bangs stuck to his forehead, and there seemed to be moisture floating in his phoenix eyes.

Su Rourou's heart suddenly jumped. She felt that such a posture was extremely awkward, so she slowly squatted down along the wall, intending to get under his arm.

But Luo Yichen had grown up with her, and as long as she blinked, he knew what she wanted to do.

He squatted down at the same time as her, still locking her firmly in his arms.

"You...what are you going to do..." Su Rourou asked intermittently. She felt that something was wrong with his eyes.

"My book is wet." Luo Yichen's eyes flashed and his Adam's apple moved.

"So?" Su Rourou's eyes fell on his rolling Adam's apple like a ghost, and she swallowed. She didn't know why she had to swallow...

"You have to take responsibility!" Luo Yichen said word by word.

"How to be responsible?"

"Blow dry me!" Luo Yichen stood up, found a hair dryer from the bathroom, and threw it to her.

Su Rourou had a black line on her face: This guy is really difficult to maintain!

But who let her have the leverage in his hands, she had no choice but to take the hair dryer and blow out all the textbooks in her schoolbag.

While she was reading the textbook, Luo Yichen took the time to go downstairs.

Li Juan saw that only one of him came down, and she was a little confused: "Where is Rourou? Why didn't she come down? Isn't she going back tonight?"

When he said this last sentence, his originally puzzled eyes became ambiguous.

Luo Yichen knew what his mother was thinking, so he made up an excuse casually: "Isn't her hair wet? She is drying her hair in my room!"

"Oh, that's it." Li Juan trailed off with some disappointment, and handed him a cup of ginger tea in her hand, "This is for Rourou to warm her body. It won't be good if a girl catches a cold."

Luo Yichen looked at her empty other hand and raised his eyebrows: "Where's mine?"

"No." Li Juan replied matter-of-factly and went about her business.

Is this his mother? Luo Yichen's eyes darkened, and he went upstairs with the cup of ginger tea.