Chapter 11: get along

For a while, Zhou Du felt a little uncomfortable, but he thought that Zhou Yizhi was just making a little girl's temper again. Using this method to attract his attention, he has a lot of work, where can he have time to coax her?
Really naive.
Zhou Du frowned, impatient to wait any longer, stood up, and said to the butler: "Forget it, leave it alone."
After speaking, he left directly, and the assistant hurriedly followed behind him.
After a while, there was the sound of the car starting to fire outside the villa, and then the black business car drove away.
When the housekeeper and Aunt He saw this scene, they couldn't help sighing, thinking that the young lady was really too. Finally, the husband came back, so what is it that you want to rush down to see the husband? It's a headache. Can't you be more patient with your own daughter? You don't have a family all the time, let alone the young lady almost forgot his looks, even old people like them are almost forgotten.
They wanted to say something, but because Xue Xi was an outsider present, they couldn't say anything.
The young man on the sofa kept staring at the car away, then withdrew his gaze, his slightly indifferent eyebrows frowned.
Quill, he stood up and walked upstairs.
Zhou Yizhi stood in front of the bathroom mirror, wiping her hair, and the siren leaving downstairs was a bit loud, and she could hear it from a distance in her room.
In the previous life, she might have been chasing it down a long time ago. I hope my father can see her trophy and come back one more time. I hope my mother can watch her piano competition and smile when she sees herself. Don’t always be cold... …However, it was probably because she had really let go of it completely. At this time, she didn't feel much in her heart, but she felt a lot more relaxed. Be free and easy, look at the talents around you.
The door was gently tapped three times: "True, true, true."
Zhou Yizhi was so immersed in his thoughts that he almost didn't hear it.
But the people outside the door are very patient and have been waiting there.
It's like, it doesn't matter any longer.
When Zhou Yizhi recovered and hurried to open the door, the tall black-haired teenager was still standing outside the door, holding a large suede towel with good water absorption in his hand.
"brother?"
Xue Xi lowered his eyes slightly, and his black eyes fell on Zhou Yizhi's eye sockets. When she saw that her eye sockets were not red, he let out a sigh of relief.
He raised his gaze, and landed on Zhou Yizhi’s hair that hadn’t had time to dry and drape it behind his shoulders after washing. He passed the suede towel over and said in a low voice: "Aunt He said you are taking a bath. Let me send it. Come up."
"Dry your hair as soon as possible and don't catch cold."
After speaking, he moved his gaze away from Zhou Yizhi's white and slender neck, as if he didn't dare to look more, a little hastily, with one hand in his trouser pocket, and his footsteps stayed outside the door.
Zhou Yizhi took the suede towel, looked down, couldn't help but smile.
What Aunt He gave it to her, she didn't think Aunt He gave it to her at all, but her brother was worried that she was sad, so she found an excuse to knock on the door.
Although Xue Xi heard Zhou Yizhi personally say that he didn't hate him in this life, it might be that the previous life looked at her back for too long, which caused him to actually not know how to get along with her. How much she cares about and how much she cares about is the degree that can make her not repulse. Xue Xi was unsure and didn't dare to show it rashly. After handing the towel to Zhou Yi, he lowered his dark eyelashes and turned around to walk away.
Unexpectedly, one of Zhou Yi's arms was pulled by one of Zhou Yi: "Brother don't go, help me blow my hair."
The girl's voice has always been cold, but at this time it has a bit of coquetry.
Xue Xi paused, looked back suddenly, his heart surged inconceivably.
"...Blow your hair?"
Even if Zhou Yizhi in this life no longer rejects himself, such an intimate behavior is still beyond his imagination.
Zhou Yizhi is also a little embarrassed. He is not without hands and feet. Why do he need his brother to help blow his hair, but he has already said what he said like a baby. Wouldn't it be shameful to take it back? She tried her best to pretend to be nonchalant, calmly and generously wiped her hair with a suede towel, walked towards the bathroom in the room, and said: "This hair dryer is too heavy, so I hold it sorely. Brother, help me."
The young man standing at the door was almost flattered, staring at her with pitch-black eyes.
It took a long time before I followed her in.
...
The sound of the hair dryer soon rang in the bathroom.
Zhou Yizhi looked at her elder brother in the mirror. After taking off his jacket, the young man in white long sleeves stood behind her. He was very tall and had a slight gentleman's legs to help her blow her hair.
His sleeves were rolled up, revealing the beautiful lines of forearms, one hand held the hair dryer earnestly to test the temperature of the wind, and then he slowly blew her hair on her shoulders, and the other hand was slender. From time to time, fingers flicked her hair gently.
He pursed his lips slightly, and the boy's serious and clean breath was so charming.
Zhou Yizhi turned his head to look at him slightly, pointed behind the base of his ear, and said to him, "I also want to blow here."
But he did not dare to touch her ears, and the hand that fell on top of her head suddenly became stiff.
He raised his eyes and looked at himself in the mirror: "Behind the ear?"
"Right." Zhou Yizhi said: "It's soggy and uncomfortable."
Xue Xi thought for a while, his throat was dry, and said: "Pick the hair behind the ear yourself."
Zhou Yizhi refused, looking at him and deliberately said, "If it wasn't for the sore hands, why would you let brother blow for me?"
I don't know if it was Xue Xi's illusion. He felt that this was another act of acting like a baby. He only felt that the consternation and flattery in his heart were extremely extreme. After she did not reject herself, she would show such a side to herself?
Seeing my brother blowing around for a long time, still fiddled with the piece of hair on the back of his head, Zhou Yizhi couldn't help reminding again: "Brother, I am a girl with very long hair. You can't just blow on the top of your head. Point, I have water drops on my neck, it's really uncomfortable."
The teenager behind him was completely tight.
He was silent for a while, and his slender fingers finally fell behind Zhou Yizhi's ears, and she pulled her long black hair slightly away, and Zhou Yizhi's white skin and neck were exposed. It was like a clean and beautiful jade, dazzlingly white.
Zhou Yizhi felt that every finger that fell behind his ear was stiff, like a wooden sculpture.
The brother in the mirror also hurriedly looked away, took the hair dryer away, lowered his eyes and stared at the ground before continuing to help her.
Zhou Yizhi blinked and wanted to laugh narrowly.
Although I don’t know if my elder brother at the age of sixteen has begun to like him, the high probability is that he hasn’t yet—but Zhou Yizhi thought, he looks pretty good, and his personality has improved in this life. You can like yourself soon.
In any case, she must find a way to increase intimacy with her brother.
...
At this moment, although Xue Xi tried his best to maintain the surface calm, his heart was already surging to the point.