The sheets taken off the bed rested in the basin, and the sight of the specks of red plum blossod on them caused ripples to spread across Luo Yanqing’s heart.
He grabbed the soapbox and carried his solemn face out of the dormitory.
Standing by the sink, Luo Yanqing washed the sheets with earnest.
"Why are you washing sheets at this ti?"
Shen Yun woke up with a bit of a cough early in the morning, feeling weak and achy all over, accompanied by a fever, so she asked the leader of her project team for a half-day off to rest in the dormitory.
Her appearance before Luo Yanqing now was due to overhearing a conversation between Wen Siyuan and He Wei at the canteen that morning, learning that Luo Yanqing wouldn’t be going to work at noon, which prompted her to randomly bring a textbook over to seek his help.
On her way over, Shen Yun didn’t know what she was thinking. Now, standing in front of Luo Yanqing, she still was unclear about her intent.
If one had to describe it, it was just a ss inside her head.
"Why not soak them in warm water first?"
After not hearing Luo Yanqing’s voice for a while, Shen Yun’s lips pursed slightly, watching him wash the sheets quietly. Still, she couldn’t hold back and said with concern, "Could it be that the thermal pot ran out of hot water? Shall I go to the water room and fetch so for you?"
"Has Comrade Shen forgotten what I have said?"
His hands stilled, Luo Yanqing’s gaze distant and indifferent, turned to Shen Yun, "Do I need to repeat myself?"
"I... I didn’t an anything else; I was just thinking that the cold water might hurt your hands while you scrub the sheets." No sooner had the words left her mouth that Shen Yun realized they might be inappropriate, and she quickly added, "I heard you didn’t go to work this noon, so I ca to see if you were in the dormitory. If you were here, I wanted to ask you a few questions."
She showed her swollen fingers to Luo Yanqing, forcibly controlling her emotions as she continued to explain: "I really don’t have any other intentions..."
Luo Yanqing’s face showed impatience, and he didn’t want Shen Yun to say another word. His lips parted slightly, and he spoke coldly, "Scram!" Was she clueless, buzzing around like a fly, not realizing how repulsive she was?
"Professor Luo... aren’t you being a bit too harsh? I know my previous actions have troubled you, but I’ve remarried. I also have dignity, so how could I still harbor the sa feelings for you?"
Shen Yun’s face was filled with hurt. She stepped back, filled with disappointnt and said, "It seems I misjudged you. I’m sorry, Professor Luo; let’s pretend I didn’t co looking for you with questions today."
As the sound of her voice faded, Shen Yun turned and quickly left, her eyes reddening.
Luo Yanqing’s expression remained indifferent, as if he had heard nothing.
After washing and properly hanging the sheets to dry, Luo Yanqing returned to the dormitory.
This dormitory building had two floors, and the rooftop was equipped with clotheslines specifically for everyone to hang laundry.
By midday, Kang Li woke up feeling soone’s arms around her. Without much thought, she knew who it was. She opened her fox eyes and saw a certain soone’s handso face close at hand.
Luo Yanqing’s Phoenix Eyes contained a smile: "Awake?"
Kang Li: "Mhm."
Luo Yanqing: "Do you feel a bit better?"
"Much better." Kang Li blinked and asked, "Did you do sothing to ?"
"Would massaging your waist count?" After hanging the sheets and returning to the dorm, he didn’t busy himself with his own matters but instead climbed into bed, pulling his little wife into his arms. His hands were neither light nor heavy, massaging her waist, hoping it would make her feel more comfortable.
Kang Li didn’t reply but instead squinted her fox eyes and asked, "You didn’t take advantage of , did you?"
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