“Stanley?”
Klara stared wide-eyed at the man in front of her, obviously not expecting Stanley to appear out of nowhere.
Stanley looked fixedly at the clear girl in front of him, and then his eyebrows tightened.
“Your hair is still wet, why don’t you blow dry it before you come out?”
The girl in front of me is wrapped in thick coral fleece pajamas, but her short, sharp hair is still dripping with water at this time, wetting a small piece of the collar of her dress.
Hearing the other party’s query, Klara snapped back to her senses and fiddled her hand through her hair twice at random.
“Now cut your hair short and it will be dry soon.”
This is one of the most satisfying points for Klara. After cutting her hair short, she finally doesn’t need to use a hair dryer anymore and can dry it naturally after sitting for a while.
Stanley’s eyes deepened, then tickled with a hint of displeasure.
“Come here.”
Klara didn’t react, but froze in place and asked another question back.
“What did you say?”
Unexpectedly Stanley has lost patience, directly grabbed the girl’s slender wrist, a force, the body of the girl fell into Stanley’s arms.
Thinking of the background of Stanley’s previous rogue case, Klara was frightened and subconsciously tried to struggle.
I didn’t expect to move before my head was covered by a dry, soft towel.
I didn’t expect this big ice cube who wants to wipe his hair?
It was clear that Difficulty had never done anything like this before, and the movement in the large hand covering Klara’s head was slightly rusty.
Let him remain careful to control his force and make sure he doesn’t hurt Klara.
Klara’s face turned red to her ears, and her voice was already trembling when she opened her mouth.
“You… I can wipe it myself, I really don’t need you to help me wipe it…”
With that, she tried to struggle to get up, and Stanley’s other hand pressed on her shoulder, but with increased force.
“Don’t move.”
His tone revealed the unquestionable, and Klara had no room to bargain with him in this area of force.
So it was lost, no longer wasted effort, and obediently sat on Stanley’s lap to enjoy this hair rubbing service.
But as Klara quieted down, the atmosphere in the dormitory became more and more awkward.
This made Klara feel even more unbearable, and finally she had to break the atmosphere by herself.
“What brings you here all of a sudden?”
Klara asked with her head down.
“I saw a news item today.”
Stanley’s voice reveals the coldness that shows that he is not in a good mood at the moment, but a bit sulky.
“What’s the news?”
Klara didn’t expect to get such an assinine answer and subconsciously asked a rhetorical question.
The man’s voice is even colder, hard to let you live up a layer of goose bumps.
“It’s about the news that you and Sikh are together.”
Klara: ????
It was only at this time that she noticed Stanley’s phone on the bed was still lit up and was currently stuck on the Twitter search screen.
Just say first place, of course, is the cp hype of her and Sikh, that put a big picture is exactly the scene of her own hand on Sikh’s breast.
Klara just felt speechless.
In this completely closed training place, they have no electronic devices to contact the outside world, although they cannot know exactly what is going on outside.
But just from the way the staff has been flirting with the two of them these past few days, it’s not hard for Klara to imagine what it’s like online right now.
It’s just a cp fan that is firing them both.
But this kind of stuff on the internet now, people just want to be fresh, and they didn’t expect Stanley to make a trip to him specifically for this kind of thing.
“These are all random words from netizens, that photo is also in our practice group dance.”
Although there is not a good reason, if you still open your mouth to explain.
“Sikh and I are not that close at all, it would be more accurate to say that he hates me a lot.”
This is nothing to lie about, she herself feels that she is not familiar with Sikh ah.
What’s more, when Sikh felt he was a hype dog, he had no problem badmouthing himself, so it’s not too much to say he hates himself.
Stanley actually looked somewhat relieved when he heard this and was about to say something when he was disrupted by a knock at the door.
Klara sat up in a flash, panic all over her face.
“It must be the dormitory teacher coming to check the dormitory!”
Klara was so anxious that he was almost in a ball, and he looked at the man in front of him and lowered his voice.
“Can you hide it for a moment?”
The man’s face, which had just eased, was suddenly cloudy again.
“Please, just for a second.”
She was a hard stop until she was about to make the final, and she was about to meet Kit, the culprit of the year, and she must not be eliminated now because of such things.
In a hurry, Klara couldn’t even think of a better way to convince Stanley, so she could only ask with folded hands and a sincere face.
“Please please please, all my efforts will be in vain if I’m found out now, you really just need to hide it for a bit!”
Stanley still looked puzzled, neither opening his mouth to say yes nor shaking his head to refuse.
There was a louder knock at the door, and Klara was too late to talk to Stanley any more.
With a strong push and a lift of the quilt, Stanley collapsed onto her tiny single bed and the quilt completely covered her form.
Klara was then anxious, busy and panicked, and ran to the door and opened it.
The teacher behind the door was not the teacher who came to check the dormitory, but a blushing Sikh.
Sikh is also dressed in pajamas, hands are behind his back, is a little suspicious of the red face.
Instead of being unbeatable as usual, he stood in the doorway with a face full of confusion.
“Sikh?”
Klara was surprised by the sound.
“What are you doing here with me?”
Sensing the distancing in Klara’s words, Sikh actually blushed even more.
“You’re too tired from today’s practice, you’ll definitely have sore muscles tomorrow, here’s an antispasmodic and pain reliever!”
Just after saying this half sentence, Sikh suddenly jerked his head up and his voice suddenly rose an octave higher.
“But don’t think too much about it, I’m worried that such a muscular state of yours will affect the performance later, don’t get me wrong!”
While saying this, he shoved the ointment in his hand into Klara’s hand and then, not daring to look at it, turned his head and walked away.
Klara inexplicably went back inside and closed the door, only to be yanked onto the bed by the man in one fell swoop.
When faced with the man’s icy gaze, Klara was unaccountably weak, and wondered what Sikh was smoking.
She then lay on the man’s chest and her hand was suddenly grabbed and then placed on the man’s chest.
Klara froze, when she heard the man beneath her ask rather seriously.
“Who’s got more style?”
“What?”
Klara didn’t react, but I didn’t expect the man beneath her to break good-naturedly and repeat himself.
“Whose boobs are more shapely, his or mine?”