Long Shen stretched out his hand, palm upright, and sat upright facing Lin Huaisen.
Lin Huaisen asked her: "Are you teaching me peerless martial arts?"
Long Shen shook his head and stopped talking.
"What?"
Long Shen pointed to his head: "Did you go crazy with your plan?"
Lin Huaisen held up his forehead: "Sometimes I really don't know if you are serious. Your expression is too natural, right?"
Long smiled deeply, but his posture did not change.
"So..." He turned to look at her, "What's going on?"
"Cold."
He was stunned and subconsciously looked at the air conditioner dial.
"No." She stretched out her hand.
He realized this gesture and couldn't laugh or cry: "Do you think of me as a stove?"
"Yeah."
"What about this?" He approached her.
"......."
"What about this?" He approached again.
"Hot."
He held his head and looked at her hands in his arms.
He didn't want to ruin the atmosphere, but he couldn't help but ask: "Have you washed your hands while practicing calligraphy?"
"No."
"Then who does the laundry?"
"You."
"..."
This is the unreasonable Long Shen and the patient Lin Huaisen that others cannot see.