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What happened in the cafeteria at noon spread throughout the class in the afternoon.
Xia Tang found a paper bag to put the uniform on.
Li Zimo thanked her a thousand times, and said that after school, she would go to the best dry cleaner in the city, and she would definitely take care of the clothes.
"Don't worry." Xia Tang said, "My family has opened a dry cleaning shop, I know how to deal with it, you can leave it to me."
Li Zimo really didn't know how to thank her.
In the afternoon, Lu Xiao didn't wear a uniform - there were a group of people in the school who hated wearing school uniforms, and Lu Xiao was one of them.
Fortunately, he has put on school uniforms for the first time in the past few days. The private clothes of students from such a wealthy family are either from luxury brands with ridiculously expensive prices, or they are custom-made and handmade. In comparison, uniforms are at least easier to deal with.
Lu Xiao was originally moody and temperamental. Everyone thought it was very unusual for him to suddenly put on a school uniform.
After school, Xia Tang waited for the bus with a paper bag. She only had to take two stops and walk for less than ten minutes to get to the residence.
After washing her hands and face, she went to the laundry room first. There are all kinds of facilities in it, including dry cleaning machines, washing machines, dryers, disinfection machine, ironing tables, and professional dry cleaners. Different types of detergents are neatly arranged. On the cabinet, natural and not natural, proprietary and non-proprietary.
Several washing machines are lined up, and those used by the master and the servants are separated from each other. The front-loading washing machine in the corner was still spinning, and Xia Tang saw her T-shirt and mother's overalls in it.
She first put down her schoolbag on the washing machine, washed her hands, spread out the uniforms in the paper bag on the table, daubed the stained parts with a special laundry detergent, and waited with the watch in hand.
While waiting, Lu Xiao walked into the laundry room.
He came back earlier, and now he has changed into a pair of clothes. Loose gray home clothes, with bangs on his forehead, covering half of his sharp edges.
Now he seems easier to get along with than at school.
He took a shower in the school's special bathroom at noon, and now he still smells of shower gel.
Xia Tang sniffed it carefully, and found cologne with some kind of woody fragrance.
"I remember that your shirt and pants were also dirty." She said to Lu Xiao, "Let's wash them together."
Lu Xiao snorted softly: "You also know that it's all dirty."
"That's why I'll wash them."
Lu Xiao frowned in disgust: "It's so dirty, it should be thrown away."
"Why throw it away, there will be no traces left after washing." Xia Tang stared at the wall clock in the laundry room to count the time, "And you don't have to bully others because of trivial things."
Lu Xiao put his hands in his pockets, and said in an unhappy tone, "I'm the one who got soaked all over, can't I lose my temper?"
"If it's you, it won't work." Xia Tang replied casually, "Your attitude is too bad, it will scare people."
The second hand ticked by, and when the time was up, she turned the uniform over, took out a special soft-bristled brush from the basket, and began to brush the uniform carefully.
Lu Xiao felt that he was not as much noticed as that dirty uniform from the beginning to the end. He cursed unhappily, and Xia Tang raised his head: "What's the matter?"
"Today, you took the initiative to talk to me."
Xia Tang: "Yes, I know."
Before transferring to another school, Xia Tang made three agreements with him: "Don't initiate a conversation", "Don't show up together", "Don't show that they know each other".
—— It’s okay, don’t talk to me.
That's what she said.
Lu Xiao has been brooding about this for a long time.
And Xia Tang was still staring at his uniform.
"...It's been a week." He changed the subject.
She narrowed his eyes slightly when he spoke, looking very reluctant.
High school boys are troublesome. Xia Tang curled her lips, thinking to herself. And her acting sucks too.
"Then, let's do it tonight," she said.
"What time?"
"One o'clock." Xia Tang casually turned the uniform over to clean it up again, "One o'clock in the morning, meet here."
Today is Friday.
To be precise, it would be Saturday.
Xia Tang has always felt that Friday is a happier day than Saturday and Sunday, and the anticipation for Friday is better than in the weekends.
Private aristocratic middle school, don't worry about the enrollment rate, parents have already planned 'abcdefg' future for their children. The school does not have the usual weekend make-up classes. Students have their own arrangements, tutoring, traveling, exercising, volunteering abroad, participating in social meetings, to add luster to their future resumes.
Compared with these people's rich and colorful life, Xia Tang's weekend plan is very boring. She completes her schoolwork, helps her parents with housework, rests, sleeps or goes out with her friends in the extra time.
At one o'clock in the morning, the vibrating alarm clock rang on time, and she pressed it off immediately. Xia Tang got up from the bed, went to the bathroom to wash her face briefly, pressed water on her messy sleeping hair, then opened the door and went out without turning on the lights, and walked through the entire dark corridor to the laundry room.
There was a light in the crack of the door. When she opened the door and walked in, Lu Xiao was leaning impatiently on a washing machine with his arms folded. The moment the door was pushed open, his eyes immediately swept over: "You're late."
The time on the wall clock showed that it was eight minutes past one.
Xia Tang yawned sleepily: "I'm only a few minutes late, don't worry about it. I still sacrificed my weekends for free, and I didn't even complain."
Lu Xiao stared at her, and then asked, "Sleepy?"
"Of course I'm sleepy," Xia Tang rubbed her eyes, "One o'clock in the morning is time for sleep."
The silence lasted for a while, and Lu Xiao suddenly said coldly, "Forget it today."
This person always loses his temper from time to time, Xia Tang is used to it, for example this time, he probably felt that his dignity had been hit.
She grabbed the hem of Lu Xiao's black T-shirt: "Forget it, I'm not sleepy anymore."
Xia Tang is not short, and she can always be placed near the center when taking pictures. But Lu Xiao was nearly 20 centimeters taller than her, and was still growing. When standing in front of him, you have to raise your head to see his face. Fortunately, this man's neck is soft enough, and as long as she pulls the hem of his clothes, she can smoothly pull that head down and bring it to her eye level.
Wrapping around the neck has the same effect.
The incandescent lamp above the head casts shadows of different shades. The face close to her has a high nose bridge, dark eyebrows, and the skin is still porcelain white without pores when it is so close. She heard that his father has a fraction of foreign blood. Xia Tang thought that the rumors might be true.
Most people in the world judge people by their appearance, a bully with mediocre looks is just a gangster, and a bully with good looks can become the school grass.
school grass = the most handsome and popular guy in school
Faces pressed together, breathing anxious. She stood on tiptoe and kissed the slightly thin lips under the bridge of his nose.
Maybe it was because of the night, his lips were slightly cool, and the line of his jaw was sharp, but it was soft to the touch.
No matter what, a person's lips are soft, even Lu Xiao. Even those who make dolls know to stuff their lips with extra silicone.
Xia Tang tasted a very fresh mint flavor.
He changed to a new mouthwash, which she thought was better than the old lemon one. The smell of mint slowly soaked into her mouth, she touched the other's tongue, it was soft and also smelled of mint.
Lu Xiao's hand stopped at her waist, half a centimeter apart, holding it vaguely in the air. Now he can no longer draw his eyebrows down, nor can he sulk his face any longer.
There was a low hum from the tip of his nose. At one o'clock in the morning, the surroundings were silent, as if a little breathing sound would be amplified.
As if cheating.
——This is cheating.
The laundry room is a great place, it's out of the way, clean, with plenty of water and detergent to cover unwanted scents.
She hooked Lu Xiao's tongue lightly, and then the tip of her tongue moved up and slid across the roof of his mouth.
The roof was a sensitive point she had groped for. The boy's Adam's apple rolled, and there was a slight sound from his throat. Xia Tang thought it was like the purring of cats and dogs after being groomed.
In fact, she has never had a pet, she just feels like it's the same.
Lu Xiao's hand was on her waist, his shoulders were strong, and the arm protruding from the black short-sleeved T-shirt was fair in color, and he was exerting force restrainedly, with obvious muscle lines. The boy's palm was wide, and his palm was scorching hot. The body temperature was transmitted through a layer of fabric, scorching like a furnace.
It's great to use as a hand warmer in winter. Xia Tang thought. Although she hasn't tried it yet, she thinks this solution is feasible.
Lu Xiao's body temperature is always so high, it's the same all year round. It's spring, and April is the season when you still need to wear a coat when you're outdoors. The air carried the coolness of a spring night and stimulated the skin, the hairs stood on end, and the place where he touched was hot and uneasy.
The temperature will continue to climb until summer. In the middle of the night and without the air conditioner in the laundry room, it may not be a good place anymore.
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