Dedicate the universe to the birth of the Queen [Zerg]

Chapter 90 Misunderstanding

The atmosphere was solemn, and the light above the head reflected coldly on the lines of Will's face outlined with a hard pen, with sharp eyebrows and cold eyes, filled with a faint coldness.

Jiang Ningning raised her head and looked at the ceiling. She didn't see how depressed and restrained Will's expression was at the moment. She was still immersed in the regret and guilt of not catching the light. Fortunately, there was still the possibility of calling him back. Jiang Ningning felt in her heart There is still hope.

"You go out." She put her arms on her eyebrows to block the dazzling light above her head.

There was a crisp sound from the door lock. Jiang Ningning lay down for a while. The bed board was as hard as a rock and her back ached from sleeping on it. Hard-blooded workaholics really don't enjoy it. It didn't matter if the bed board was as hard as a mess. The pillow was too hard and made the back of her head hurt, as if someone had punched her head. The fabric of the bed sheet was also very rough, rougher than the fabric of camouflage uniforms during military training, and she felt no comfort at all.

It can be seen how low the requirements of insects are for life. If they do not seek comfort, they seek death.

But Jiang Ningning felt like she was going to die if she continued to sleep. Her head was already spinning, the back of her head still hurt, and her temples ached even more.

She felt that now she was the sick young master in urgent need of a bride in the tragic drama of the Republic of China. Without a soft pillow or comfortable quilt, she would be on the spot.

In her dizzy vision, Jiang Ningning saw the wardrobe embedded in the wall. The color of the wardrobe door was white that almost blended into the wall. With the embedded handle, it was almost impossible to tell that there was a place there if you didn't look carefully. Wardrobe.

This room is clean and tidy with almost no extra things. The wardrobe is one of the few storage spaces. If there are extra pillows, they should be placed in the wardrobe, right?

With this thought in mind, Jiang Ningning stood up slowly while holding on to the wall, and got out of bed with her bare feet.

The owner of the room must be a germophobe. There is almost no extra dust on the floor, and no trace of dirt is left behind when stepping on it.

Her hand groped for a while on the hidden closet door, and finally found a slightly sunken mark. She pulled it out gently, and the closet door opened silently.

The wardrobe was very deep, and it was more than enough to accommodate one person. There were clothes hangers hung sporadically on the poles, and there were a few simple white shirts and trousers hanging on the hangers. The moment she opened the door, Jiang Ningning seemed to smell the familiar fresh smell. It's just that the smell is fleeting, making people think that the smell just now is just an illusion.

There is a light in the closet. As soon as the closet door is opened, the light inside automatically lights up and shines on the white shirt. The folds of the white shirt can be seen to have been worn by others, but it is still clean and spotless, like the first snow piled in the world. , the owner of the house is not only a mysophobic, but also a top-notch mysophobic.