1.2-Bus

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The blankets and crimson curtains give her the feeling of walking into a medieval castle—high-end is high-end, but it looks dark. Min Hui doesn't like carpets, and always feels that they are filthy, not to mention it is the rainy season. She unpacked, took out a travel sheet and spread it on the bed.

    Immediately afterwards, the two girls gave in to each other as to who would go to the shower first—

    "You wash first," Chun Miao said, "You love cleanliness so much."

    "You wash first," Min Hui said, "I take a longer bath. "

    "There's plenty of time, so you should—"

    "You're welcome."

    "You're not polite."

    "..."

    This is why Min Hui doesn't want to have one more person in the room, and it takes a long time to be polite when taking a shower. In the end, she went in to wash for twenty minutes. By the time Chun Miao finished washing, she had already put on her pajamas and was sitting by the bed blowing her hair with a hair dryer.

    "Wow, you have a great figure!" Li Chun Miao sat across from her wrapped in a bath towel, "This is... 34C?"

    Min Hui took a deep breath and sneered, "How do you know?"

    "I used to work in a garment factory, specializing in bras. I heard from the model that breast augmentation is easy to do, but breast reduction is particularly painful..."

    
Really Low. She shouldn't be soft-hearted and let this person live in, her intestines are full of regret.

    Min Hui didn't answer, she opened the water glass and drank a big mouthful of water, picked up an air cushion comb and brushed her hair absently.

    "Hey, don't comb your hair so hard," Li Chun Miao looked at the large strands of hair left on the comb, looking as if the end was coming, "the hair will fall out...you see, now there is only one It’s small.”

    Min Hui tore off the hair from the comb, and it turned out to be a big one, and she held it in her hand, silky and warm, like water plants in a summer lake. In a daze, she was a little reluctant to throw it away: "It wasn't like this before."

    "Dropped it recently? Something happened?"

    Min Hui smiled wryly and shook her head, continuing to blow.

    "Xiao Ming, if you encounter unhappy things, don't keep it in your heart... Believe me, no matter how bad the situation is, you will get over it."

It's easy to say——Min Hui looked up Chun Miao took a look and found that she was staring at her with piercing eyes, her face was flushed, she didn't know if it was because she was anxious or because she had just taken a shower. She could feel Chun Miao's kindness, and when they met by chance, no one needed to care so much for a stranger. Thinking of this, she can't help but look at her seriously: she is not ugly, nor is she beautiful. It was just a simple, docile, well-behaved, featureless face. Her skin is very fair, as if she hasn't seen the sun for a long time, her face is very clean, with thin willow leaf eyebrows, eyeliner tattooed, curly hair piled on her shoulders elastically, jumping up and down like a spring when she speaks. There are thick calluses on the fingers, and they are painted with lavender nail polish, layer after layer. When gesturing, they are very vivid and improve their complexion. She said that she had worked in a garment factory, and she seemed to be a working girl who had always been at the bottom of society, but she was not a social sister either.

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