“Forget it, let’s take a shower first.”
Jiang Qin couldn’t do anything about his mother. This is called one thing, another thing. No matter how arrogant you are outside, you just can’t defeat your parents, so he simply pretended not to know and took the little rich woman to the bathhouse. .
On the last day of the weekend, there were a lot of people coming to the bathhouse to take a bath. Old men were not common, but female college students with snow-white calves came one after another.
Jiang Qin found a corner and took off the little rich woman’s shoes and socks. He suddenly remembered the threat from the braised pig’s trotters last night, so he reached out and pinched her pink toes, rubbed her snow-white feet twice, and finally came out. He took a bad breath.
The soles of Feng Nanshu’s feet were itchy from being rubbed, and she almost kicked him in the face.
“Wait for me here later, don’t run around.”
“I see.”
Feng Nanshu agreed coldly, then put on slippers and entered the women’s bathroom.
Inserting, running water, and bathing, Jiang Qin repeated a series of mechanized actions. Then he came out of the bathroom and went to the dressing table to occupy the hair dryer.
Ten minutes later, the little rich woman also came out, like a hibiscus emerging from the water, pretty and incredibly beautiful.
Jiang Qin asked her to face away from him, then ran his slender fingers through her hair and carefully blew it dry strand by strand.
However, because there were so many people coming to take a shower, they all had to grab the hair dryer after taking a shower, so the dressing table was very crowded, and several people yelled at me and asked who was stepping on my feet.
The little rich woman was so crowded by the girls in front of her that she couldn’t stand firmly. She fell into Jiang Qin’s arms involuntarily several times.
Slowly, more people crowded in front of the table to blow their hair. When Feng Nanshu sat in Jiang Qin’s arms again, a girl immediately squeezed in, leaving no room for the little rich woman to stand up.
This should be considered a hug.
The little rich woman sat obediently in Jiang Qin’s arms, her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, feeling the temperature of the hair dryer, and suddenly remembered the post on the Internet.
Everyone says that although good friends cannot kiss, they can hug them.
What’s more coincidental is that when Jiang Qin felt the little butt sitting on his lap, he was also thinking about the post a few days ago, which said that hugging good friends is okay and does not cross the line.
What’s more, this is a last resort and understandable.
Everyone is innocent. If you sit on your lap, sit on your lap. There is no need to be so sensitive. Forcibly keeping a distance will only make it more obvious that there is something wrong in your heart.
“Jiang Qin, something hit my butt.”
“It’s okay, my phone is in my pants pocket.”
Jiang Qin blew her hair calmly, making Feng Nanshu feel happy.
But if there is a hair dryer, there will be a queue, and queuing is boring, so many people focus on them.