In the past, Zhou Ji's loving eyes made An Zhiyi's face heat up, but now, those eyes made her eyes slightly red.
"Zhizhi." Zhou Ji smiled and tapped the corners of her eyes: "Tears are useless to me."
When Zhou Ji came out of her room, he didn't stay long. He rubbed his hair, revealing his collarbone that was not covered by the buttons of his suit, and his expression was a little lazy.
"I'm going out."
Before Zhou's mother could speak, Zhou Tuchi had already raised his head and stared at him coldly: "What are you doing?"
Zhou Ji's originally leaning body stood up straight subconsciously, covering the corner of his mouth and coughing lightly: "Isn't An Ran sick? I'm going to see her."
"What are you talking about?" Zhou's mother frowned and said, "Nonsense."
Parents know what Zhou Ji is like, so they know very well that they cannot believe what Zhou Ji says.
"Why can't I go?" Zhou Ji curled her lips: "After all, I am the sister I have grown up with."
Zhou Muchi glanced upstairs: "Whose idea was it?"
"It was my idea." An Zhiyi lay on the solid wood guardrail and said softly, "I asked Zhou Ji to go."
Zhou Ji glanced at An Zhiyi and raised his eyebrows at Zhou Muchi following her words: "Did you hear that? I went to see it on behalf of Zhizhi and I."
Zhou Muchi responded calmly, raised his head and spoke to An Zhiyi, his voice was neither loud nor soft, with a hint of reminder: "Don't lie on the railing."
An Zhiyi shook the solid wood railing and curled her lips: "It's strong."
That's what she said, but when Zhou Tuzhi's eyes fell on her leisurely, An Zhiyi had already stood up straight. Zhou Tuzhi was like an old antique, talking less and more polite.
Zhou's mother said: "Since Zhizhi has said it all, then you should go and come back early."
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The second floor was previously Zhou Ji and An Zhiyi's territory. An Zhiyi fell asleep a little drowsily in the middle of the night, wearing a sling and looking for water in the refrigerator on the second floor.
She was so familiar with the place that she could touch the mineral water in the refrigerator with her eyes closed. Just as she was about to take a sip, the water in her hand was taken away.
"Don't drink cold water."
An unfamiliar yet familiar voice reached An Zhiyi's ears, and An Zhiyi woke up suddenly.
She blinked, met Zhou Muchi's eyes, and said humbly: "Brother Zhou, you're not asleep yet..."
Zhou Muchi responded, his eyes first falling on her round and white breasts for a moment, then he lowered his head calmly, and finally his eyes fell on her feet without slippers.
Zhou's mother has doted on An Zhiyi since she was a child. She likes to play on the second floor, so all the floors on the second floor are covered with carpets, which not only prevents falls, but also resists the cold.
"Go put on your shoes." Zhou Tuchi's voice was deep.
The water bottle made a thumping sound when it was placed on the table. An Zhiyi's body trembled: "Okay."
In front of Zhou Tuchi, she was better behaved than a cat.
All the sleepiness was gone because of Zhou Twichi.
An Zhiyi put on slippers and a small coat before standing in front of Zhou Muchi.
Zhou Muchi poured a glass of warm water and handed it to her, saying succinctly: "Here."
An Zhiyi slowly sat on the chair holding the cup, drinking water in small sips.
"Brother Zhou, why aren't you sleeping yet? Is it jet lag?"
Zhou Muchi's narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and all he saw were gentle and well-behaved girls, drinking water and tilting their heads to ask questions.
The suspender skirt was not long, and her two long, shapely white legs were clearly exposed when she sat down. Zhou Muchi calmly looked away and hummed in a low voice.
It was true that he couldn't sleep, but it wasn't because of jet lag.
An Zhiyi felt uncomfortable all over and deliberately squinted her eyes. She stood up and bowed to Zhou Muchi: "Brother Zhou, I'm going to bed first."
Treat them with the same respect as their elders.
Zhou Muchi knocked on the table, and An Zhiyi stopped in his tracks. "Can you still sleep?"
