Chapter 953 - 953 954 What on Earth Do You Want

Chapter 953: Chapter 954 What on Earth Do You Want Chapter 953: Chapter 954 What on Earth Do You Want There was soap in the bathroom, but the scent was definitely not that of soap; it was sweet and enchanting. It was Chiang Xiao’s own scent.

Standing in the still-steamy bathroom, Meng Xinian couldn’t help but think of a certain girl who had just taken a bath here, naked…

The unique fragrance of hers was lingering in his nostrils, and he felt his entire body was about to ignite.

By the time he finished his shower and came out, Ge Liutao was in the kitchen, kneading dough to make buns. The porridge wasn’t enough, and judging by their appearance, they looked like they were utterly exhausted and starving. She simply couldn’t bear to let them eat just plain porridge.

So, she quickly started to prepare more breakfast items, and Chiang Songhai also went in to help her.

Not seeing Chiang Xiao in the living room, he glanced around and then entered her room.

Chiang Xiao was drying her hair. At that time, they hadn’t bought a hairdryer yet, so after washing their hair, they would use a thick towel to dry it as much as possible.

Meng Xinian walked over, took the towel from her hands, and began to help her dry her hair.

“Why did you come in? I can dry it myself,” Chiang Xiao turned to try to snatch back the towel, but Meng Xinian held her shoulders down.

“Just sit.

Chiang Xiao had no choice but to sit still.

His movements were very gentle, not pulling her hair at all.

“I have two days off coming up,” Meng Xinian said.

The entire team had two days off.

That’s why he had followed Chiang Xiao home.

Chiang Xiao paused, somewhat puzzled by what he meant, “I know that.”

“Do you really know?” Meng Xinian countered.

“Director Ye announced the leave when I was there too, I heard it.”

“But there are only two bedrooms at home, where will I sleep these next two days?”

After a week of torrential rains, the temperature had plummeted.

Chiang Xiao almost choked on her saliva. “Cough cough cough!”

This guy!

“That’s easy, I can sleep with Grandma, and you can sleep with Grandpa!” she said.

Meng Xinian’s face darkened.

“I’m not used to sleeping with others, even with Grandpa, I’m not comfortable.”

“Then you sleep in the living room?”

“Do you think that sofa can fit my legs?” he retorted.

The couch in the living room was just a two-seater, about one meter twenty in length, which was indeed too cramped for someone nearly one meter ninety like him.

Chiang Xiao thought for a moment, then suggested, “Otherwise, you can sleep on the floor, I’ll find you a mat…”

The certain individual’s tone became even more aggrieved, “I just barely escaped death and labored hard for three days. With this damp weather, you want me to sleep on the floor?”

Chiang Xiao turned her head and glared at him, “Then what else do you want? This won’t do, that won’t do, there are only two rooms in the house, what can I do? Do you want to go out and stay in a hostel?”

Meng Xinian sat on her bed, propped his hands on the back of her chair, as though encircling her entirely in his arms, and looked at her with bright eyes, “Will you go with me?”

Staying in a hostel meant spending two nights away from her—how could he possibly be willing?

Chiang Xiao gave him a reproachful look, “Are you joking? I have a home, a room, a big bed, why would I go stay in a hostel with you?”

If she went out, what would Grandma and Grandpa think?

Meng Xinian’s gaze grew brighter, “Then I’m not going either. Your home is my home. Why would I stay in a hostel instead of my own home? I’m not a fool.”

Chiang Xiao already had a vague idea of what calculations he was making, but she still found it hard to believe, thinking how could that be possible?

Feigning impatience, she asked, “So, what exactly do you want then?”