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Not that he could not dry his body, but once he thought of the expression that Mo Huaifeng could have if he had dripped the water onto the floor when he stepped out, Ji Zhiyao thought… It’s better not to ask for it.

He slipped to the door, and stealthily cracking the door open like a thief, he shouted out, “Captain, can you help me get a towel? I humbly kowtow in thanks for your great kindness, thump thump thump!”

It was silent in the room for a few seconds, and Ji Zhiyao heard an expected, mean reply.

“You should call me daddy.”

Ji Zhiyao was not in the least stressed and was joyful. “Daddy!”

“…”

Only until Ji Zhiyao felt that the cold air from the air-conditioning that had crept into the room through the gap in the door blow until his butt and the indescribable region between his legs were chilly did Mo Huaifeng’s figure reappear outside. He took his time, and only his expression was a little sullen.

Ji Zhiyao grinned and opened the door wide while not forgetting to say, “Thank you, Captain.”

Mo Huaifeng swung the large towel over. Ji Zhiyao reached out and hugged it, and just as he was about to close the door, he heard a voice filled with meaning.

“Why are you like a boiled chicken.”

“…”

While drying the water on his body, he chided with no restraint. “Don’t think that just because you are the team dictator you can speak irresponsibly. This is considered a personal attack!”

Mo Huaifeng had not walked away. Hearing this, separated by the door, he said sarcastically, “Just facts, why accuse me?”

Ji Zhiyao’s face fell as he hurriedly pulled on clean clothes, picked up those that he had changed out of, and went out.

Pulling open the door, Mo Huaifeng was leaning on the wall with knees bent. If it were a young girl thinking of love that saw this image, she might find it pleasing to the eyes, but when Ji Zhiyao saw it, he only thought, Screw him, so infuriating.

He very spiritedly sneered coldly, walked past the wall that Mo Huaifeng was leaning on, and walked out.

Whereas the person standing by the wall took his time to sweep the items in Ji Zhiyao’s hands and poked his head into the bathroom for a glance, he lastly successfully intercepted him, who was about to step out of the room. “Take the towel with you. Leaving it here even after using it, are you trying to make me wash it for you?”

“I already called you daddy, so it should be nothing to wash a towel right?” The displeasure from being attacked for his figure surfaced, and Ji Zhiyao shot back with a smirk. After saying that he felt that something was not right, turning back, looking at Mo Huaifeng’s expression that was becoming darker, he spouted swiftly. “Actually, it’s the same wherever it’s placed since anyhow it is auntie who would be washing it.”

With that, he opened the door and locked it.

Nuo, on the pink cartoon bed, used the blanket to ruthlessly muffle his mouth. His mind was deliberating on the types of schemes that could possibly make Captain let off pitiful him who had inadvertently overheard the secret.

…

Hence, the next day.

Although Ji Zhiyao had slept at past 2 AM, thanks to his body clock, he successfully got out of bed before noon, dragging his drowsy mind downstairs after washing up.

Due to their lifestyle, members usually only wake up in the afternoon. The base usually did not have things like breakfast and lunch. Ji Zhiyao opened the refrigerator, took out two eggs, and cooked a bowl of instant noodles.

The delicious aroma of instant noodles spread in the dining room, and another person came down from the stairs.

Ji Zhiyao was gobbling his noodles, taking time to look up and glance at the man who had walked past him with a look of the darkness beneath his eyes due to insatiable desire, and mumbled. “Captain, up so early.”

Mo Huaifeng took out a carton of yogurt and drank half. Sitting on the edge of the dining table, he said, “Didn’t have supper, woke up from the hunger.”

“Do you want me to share with you some instant noodles?”

Mo Huaifeng showed an extremely obvious look of disdain. Ji Zhiyao was angry and moved the bowl back. “Forget it if you don’t want to it. Just so happened that it wasn’t enough for me.”