😊 Dressed as a Charming and Soft Female Partner in Chronicle

Chapter 11-15

Chapter 11

There were bursts of cicadas chirping outside the window. Lu Yun was sitting in the room with half-dried hair. She couldn't sleep with wet hair. She opened the window and wanted to let the night breeze dry her hair quickly.

Although he hasn't used a hair dryer for a long time and his hair can be dried immediately after washing, Lu Yun has gradually become accustomed to his current life and is looking forward to the future.

When she was free, Lu Yun always couldn't help but think of the plots in the novels. What she thought about the most every time was the plot about He Chengan. Unfortunately, there weren't many plots about He Chengan. She didn't know how much she thought about it. Every time he looked at him, Lu Yun couldn't bear to make him sad.

If Lu Yun's friend was here now, Lu Yun would probably be able to talk to her all night long.

Yawning, Lu Yun was really sleepy. She felt that occasionally her hair was not completely dry, so it was not impossible to sleep once. Thinking like this, she didn't know when she was lying on the bed, and the quilt was only pulled by a corner. , resting on his belly.

At the same time, He Chengan changed his clothes after returning home and took out Lu Yun's handkerchief from his pocket. He stood next to the faucet in the yard and wanted to wash Lu Yun's handkerchief clean, but when he touched it, he had used half of it. The movement stopped when the soap was applied.

When he arrived at a nearby store, He Chengan ordered a new piece of soap and a bag of washing powder. Finally, he stood in front of the porcelain basin and chose the washbasin, but now all that was left was the mandarin duck inside and the word "happy" Style porcelain basin.

After looking at it for a long time, He Chengan bent down, took one, and went to check out.

After returning home, He Chengan stood next to the sink, put the porcelain basin in it, took out the soap, and stood there carefully and carefully rubbing Lu Yun's handkerchief with his hands, without even using a washboard.

He moved out very early and lived by himself. He knew how to wash clothes and cook, but he rarely turned on the fire to cook at home. Usually when he was not at home, the house was not too messy and he only needed to clean it once a few days.

He Chengan dried the clean handkerchief on the clothesline in the yard and clamped it with a wooden clip to prevent it from being blown away by the wind.

After all this work, He Chengan still didn't feel sleepy at all. This feeling was just like the first time he met Lu Yun. It was even more exciting than the first time he met Lu Yun. Catharsis, no one to complain to.

He was sitting in the yard, looking at the handkerchief being blown gently by the wind. There was a beautiful pink lotus in the lower left corner of the handkerchief.

He Chengan slept for about a few hours. Before dawn, he went out to collect Lu Yun's handkerchief. He found an old iron from home, ironed Lu Yun's handkerchief, and finally folded it again. Put it away.

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When Lu Yun went to work the next day, she met He Chengan who returned her handkerchief. When He Chengan handed the handkerchief to her, she remembered this incident.

He Chengan: "Wash it with new soap. It's clean."

Lu Yun looked at the handkerchief that looked like he had just bought it, and burst out laughing. She laughed, and He Chengan also laughed. The two of them stood under the lush trees on the roadside, which attracted the attention of some people who came to work in the cotton factory. past.