And she was talking to herself in front of the pile of data and information, as if nothing could disturb her.
That looks a little confused.
When Si Jin came out of the bathroom, he saw such a scene. His eyes went deep, like a deep sea. Then he walked step by step, stood beside the girl and opened his mouth carelessly. Because he had just taken a bath, his voice was slightly dumb and low. It was easy to listen: "stop first, I'll wipe your hair."
Dyed white paused. She raised her eyes and looked at Su Mo strangely.
A spirit body still needs to brush its hair???
It won't change in a hundred years, okay.
"No time." ran Bai quickly replied, turning his attention back to the portrait, a Taoist who conforms to the impression of Ying father and can be selected by Ying huaixue... The range of age and appearance should be
She still had a pen in her hand. As soon as she touched the paper, she had been slowly taken away.
Dyeing white moves slightly.
"Pay attention to the combination of work and rest," Si Jin whispered. Then he pulled a chair from the side and sat down according to the girl's shoulder. He still held a wet towel in his hand and pressed it on the top of the girl's hair.
Dyed white looked down and looked back at the young man behind him. He was wearing a pure black T-shirt. His broken black hair was scattered on his forehead, and it was wet, and the glittering and translucent water droplets were dripping along the tip of his hair.
The arc of the jaw is very beautiful, the facial features are deep, the side face is beautiful and precious, and the white is too white. It looks young and sexy. Under the light and shadow, it looks like a demagogic beauty, like a demon from the western world.
At the moment, she leaned on her side with her long legs slightly bent, lowered her eyes and wiped her hair slowly. Even such an action also had a handsome feeling like running water, and her noble spirit was not halved.
Noticing the girl's eyes, Si Jinwei picked his eyebrow, and then calmly asked ranbai to turn his head back, with thin lips slightly hooked, "be good, don't move."
The boy's bony and slender fingers fell on the girl's long black hair and held a pure white wet towel. They were beautiful in color, lowered their eyes carelessly, and wiped their hair with an unknown softness.
However, it was obvious that Si Jin had never done such a thing. His action was still a little stiff, but he was very efficient and soon became natural.
"I'll accompany you later." Si Jin whispered in a very light tone.
Ranbai knew what Si Jin said. She narrowed her eyes and gave a natural hum.
In the night, under the shadow of the moon, next to the table,
The tall young man supported his chin with one hand and leaned against the chair. His long eyelashes hung slightly and half covered his narrow eyes. He looked very lazy. He looked at the girl in blood next to him with a faint smile at the bottom of his eyes.
The girl next to him was holding a pen in her hand, lying on the table and drawing on the white paper thoughtfully.
Si Jin tacitly handed her the information she needed, and then threw away all the unnecessary waste paper. His white slender fingers were like white moonlight. Holding a pen, he circled the key points on the information that was now established. His cold fingertips slowly pressed against the paper and pushed it to the direction of dyeing white.
There is a tacit understanding between them that they don't need to speak at all. They know what the other party wants to do, and even communicate without words.
Time passed silently, the night became deeper and deeper, and the fog was thick.
Si Jin's long eyelashes drooped slightly. His beautiful and cool eyes looked for a while, and then slowed down to: "are you still leaving?"