Ding Xiaole was arrogant. He stood up and walked towards Heiruma. He lay down on the bed that the other party had just made. He rolled a few times with a look of enjoyment on his face and started to giggle at the person above him: "Brother Mo, thank you for your hard work, but why did you make two beds?" Yes, we have always slept on the same bed!
Seeing this, Hei Rumo straightened up and smiled: "Xiao Le, do you know that your body is covered with dirt? Get up and wash yourself before you come back to sleep." As he spoke, he raised his hand and weighed the person on the bed along the waistband of his trousers, then lifted the person up from the bed, turned and walked towards the bathroom.
Ding Xiaole felt that his whole body was being carried away, and he pouted in complaint: "Hey, Brother Mo, on the first day of school, you let everyone watch me being weighed up and down by you like this. Do you want to think about my face in the future?!"
As a result, there was wind under Hei Rumo's walking feet. He smiled very easily and pushed him steadily to the bathroom floor: "Oh? Face, why do you suddenly remember to pay attention to that thing now? Take a shower!"
"Oh!" Ding Xiaole nodded.
Hei Rumo opened the toilet door gracefully and turned around to do other things.