Chapter 382 Good Brother and Good Sister

The moment the water splash dispersed, the young man was really dumbfounded by the scene he saw.

The white bath towel gradually stretches out on the water, perfectly exposing the body.

An Ting knew immediately that the bath towel was loosened, but he still dared to step forward. That was because he expected that the long, straight black girl should have underwear under her bath towel.

However.

The reality is not like this.

No.

Naked.

An Ting remained sluggish, staring at each other intently.

　“Yeah~!”

With a scream, Song Ci steadied herself, folded her arms over her chest, and huddled in the corner.

"Don't look!!!"

"Uh..."

At this moment... Anting finally came to his senses and turned around quickly , using a complicated tone, said: "No... you... you are actually empty?!"

It is a mixed bath after all.

Even a boy in Anting is wearing underwear, but you, a girl, are naked.

Under this situation, Anting actually spent twenty minutes in the pool with the other party.

Song Ci didn’t want to be misunderstood as a strange girl, her pretty face flushed, and she quickly explained: “No, it’s not like that. I didn’t bring enough change of clothes, so that’s why I’m like this! Originally! I didn’t plan on being discovered by you!”

Two days and one night of hot spring trip.

Actually.

According to the plan, I will take a dip today and go home after lunch tomorrow.

Song Ci just prepared an extra set of underwear, thinking that if this set got wet again, it might not be dry tomorrow, so she simply went into battle secretly.

If he hadn’t fallen down just now, he wouldn’t have been discovered at all. " You're really not allowed to turn around! I'll beat you to death with one look!"

Hearing the vicious voice of the straight black girl, Anting smiled bitterly and said: "Well..."

About ten seconds later.

After getting Song Ci’s permission, the young man turned around and saw the wet Song Ci. He had promised not to get his hair wet, but this fall still made his hair soaked.

Then.

The two of them left the hot spring area together with subtle feelings and returned to the room.

Still quite embarrassing.

Such an ambiguous and charming scene just happened, and now we have to live in the same room.

Song Ci had already changed into dry clothes and a set of short pajamas. She stood in front of the full-length mirror and kept wiping her hair with a towel.

You can’t sleep with wet hair.

An Ting was lying on the bed, watching the Spring Festival Gala video. He didn’t like watching it, he simply thought it was too quiet and was not good. He looked at the time again, it was one-fifty in the morning.

After thinking for a while, the boy took out a hair dryer from the bedside table and said proactively: "Hey, there is a hair dryer here, don't wipe it, use this."

"Oh, It turns out the hair dryer was hidden there."

I originally wanted a hair dryer, but I couldn't find it. I called the front desk for service but no one answered.

While walking forward quickly, Song Ci shook his hands. This is a very common stretching action. Boys can never understand how troublesome it is for girls with long hair to dry their hair. matter.

Just wiping my hair for so long made my hand joints sore.

Capturing this detail, when handing over the hair dryer, Anting suddenly said: "Would you like... let me dry your hair?"

"Ang?"

"I see your hands are sore, and haven't you often done this before?" Anting said with a smile.

 And.

It was past one o'clock in the morning, the hair dryer was making so much noise, the teenagers under the same roof were doing nothing, and the sound of the TV could not be heard clearly, so why not help?

Song Ci thought for a moment, nodded, and agreed.

　“Okay.”

When I was in the third grade of junior high school and high school, on the rooftop of Anjia Street in the small town, this person would often blow dry my hair.

I didn’t expect that the university would only be separated for one semester, and it always felt so far away.

The girl with long black hair and straight hair originally wanted to sit on a chair and let the boy sit on the bed behind her, blowing her hair in such a reasonable position.

Unexpectedly.

An Ting was very open-minded and said directly: "Lie down."

"Yes."

She should refuse.

By some strange coincidence, I agreed.

Posture, don’t think about it too complicated, to put it bluntly, it’s a boy’s version of a knee pillow, a straight black girl in short-sleeved shorts was lying on the boy's lap, with her black hair scattered on the bed.

An Ting is a man. He does not put his legs to the side like a girl, but has a straight face.

The advantage is that boys’ thighs are thick enough, even if a girl’s head is only placed on one of the legs, there is still enough space.

Very quickly.

Anting turned on the hair dryer. The quality of the hotel's hair dryer was not very good. The wind power and temperature were not enough, so it could only be blown slowly.

The long, straight black girl's face was facing towards the young man's face, and to the side was the starry night sky. It was obvious that the latter was more vast and boundless, but she couldn't help but look up at the young man.

"The technique is so skillful..."

The distance and intensity are just right, without overheating or damaging the hair.

Hearing Song Ci’s praise, Anting rolled his eyes and said, “Look at who I’ve been drying hair for, you haven’t practiced it yet.”

"Hmm."

"By the way...you don't have air bangs now, but three-quarters." Anting looked at Song Ci through the bangs that looked like cockroach whiskers.

"Well, the air bangs are too childish, so I feel like a sister."

When mentioning the word sister, Anting will naturally think of Aunt Song's belly. The child, "will be born in two months, right?"

"Well, now we really become an older brother and sister... But, Anting, you seem to take it very seriously."

Song Ci naturally attaches great importance to the child in her mother's belly, but the boy in front of her obviously pays more attention to it than herself.

An Ting thought for a while, with a complicated tone, and replied: "Well...there are some special reasons."

"Can I ask more?"

The young man smiled bitterly, "Farewell, I don't know how to answer you."

Rebirth is very subtle.

In the previous life, due to Anting’s objection, Aunt Song and Dad An did not get married, let alone this life;

In this life, with Anting’s consent, The two got married for the second time and suddenly had a new life.

To a certain extent, Anting gave this life the inducement for its birth.

I think back then, when Anting avoided Gao Fei's death, he didn't feel this way. He was reborn when he was 15 years old, and Gao Fei left when he was 18. Two years had passed by then, so it wasn't so intuitive. The lag is too strong; now, seeing the birth of a new life with my own eyes, I really feel a sense of trance.

OriginalThose who come to be reborn can really determine life and death.

Whether it is intentional or unintentional.

A little touched, but also a little scared.

When I create life, am I hurting other people?

Seeing that Anting was a little distracted, Song Ci suddenly said with emotion: "Sometimes, I find that I don't understand Anting that well. Maybe I am the one who realizes it later."

Song Ci hated this feeling, the feeling of not understanding the boy but being clearly seen by him.

This information gap made her very distressed.

It has always been said that Song Ci has mysophobia, not only physical mysophobia, but also psychological mysophobia. The latter should be much more serious than the former.

Sometimes, she really wants to see Guang Anting, not only the body, but also the soul.

This is the real spiritual mysophobia.

An Ting smiled lightly and said: "It doesn't matter, you still have a lot of time in the rest of your life, you can get to know me slowly."

"Well, although you are not a good person Little brother, but he will be a good brother."

An Ting nodded and said sincerely: "I will make that child become the happiest being in the world."

"I think so too."

"Why?"

"I am not a person without self-awareness. I know that although I may seem perfect, my personality is actually very twisted. It gives people a sense of overkill, because I experienced bad things when I was a child, so I hope this child will not be like me..."

"Let's work hard together!"

"Okay."

At 2:15 in the morning, Song Ci's hair was completely blown dry. It was late and it was time to rest. She would go hiking tomorrow morning and go home after lunch. .

This is a double room with two beds.

Before going to bed, Song Ci also made a very cute little move. When Anting wasn't paying attention, he opened the bed and took a timid glance inside.

Although he was avoiding Anting, Anting still captured this detail through the reflection of the floor-to-ceiling glass.

Not tight.

"Hahaha... Don't worry, there is no coconut milk in it."

He understood the girl's intention at once. In fact, he had just finished watching "The Grudge" and was attracted by a fragment in it. What frightened me was the sight of Kayako appearing in the bed.

Song Ci blushed, turned around, looked back, and retorted: "I'm notI'm afraid of ghosts, I'm just afraid that Song Yuxun will play tricks on me! ”

　“Yes, yes, yes. "With a brief moment of helplessness, Anting moved the bedside table away, put the two beds together, and said, "This is fine. ”

Although they didn’t sleep on the same bed, this is enough.

Song Ci felt warm in her heart and said with a smile: “Oh...”