Misfortune always strikes when least expected.
As Lu Jing reached the second floor, an elderly lady was just opening her door to take out the trash:
"Hey, Dr. Xiao Lu, what happened to you?" she teased, chuckling.
Lu Jing blushed up to her neck:
"I just accidentally sprained it."
Jiang Ye overheard the lie that came without any preparation and could barely suppress his laughter inside.
Out of the elderly lady’s sight, Lu Jing had already fiercely pinched the soft flesh around someone’s waist.
"Ma’am, you should rest early, we’re heading up now."
"Eh, alright, take good care of that foot Xiao Lu, Captain Jiang.
Otherwise, if it turns into a chronic issue, it’ll be terrible when you’re old."
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Lu Jing rolled her eyes and tugged at someone’s sleeve a few times:
If another neighbor opened their door now, it would be a socially dead situation for sure.
Luckily, their apartment was only on the third floor, and given Jiang Ye’s speed, half a minute was more than enough.
After entering the apartment.
"Put me down, quick!"
Once down, he headed straight to the bathroom without looking back.
Jiang Ye thought, being a tool sometimes felt oddly satisfying.
He couldn’t help but chuckle and shook his head:
Well, what about being a tool?
It’s not like anyone’s forcing him; he’s willing anyway!
You can lead a cow to water, but you can’t make it drink.
He knew he had to wait for the woman to come out, which could take at least half an hour.
And with that time, better to hit the study and get some work done.
Half an hour was enough to handle a lot of tasks.
It was late at night, and everything outside had already quieted down.
The house was even quieter; barely any noise could be heard.
Lu Jing came out of the bathroom, freshly showered and her hair washed.
She was wearing a nightgown, and her hair was wrapped in a drying cap.
"Jiang Ye, where are the scissors?"
In the study, the man got up upon hearing her and came out:
"What do you need scissors for?" he asked.
Lu Jing, kneeling in front of the storage cabinet, had already searched thoroughly to no avail.
"I want to cut my hair."
She had always been saying she’d find time to go get a haircut.
But she just couldn’t find the time.
Just a little trim, there should be no problem.
The man walked over and crouched down next to her.
Then, he reached out and pinched her hair:
"It’s not that long, do you really need a cut?"
It wasn’t even as long as his palm.
But Lu Jing already found it incredibly troublesome.
"It’s necessary, very necessary!"
When busy, she really wished she could just shave it all off for convenience.
Her hair had grown near her chest; it was such a hassle to wash and took forever to dry.
"Hurry up, scissors!" she urged impatiently.
The man reluctantly stood up and took down a box from the top cabinet.
"How should I cut it? Let me help you!"
Lu Jing looked at him with disdain:
"You? I’d better do it myself."
It’s truly worrisome to let him handle it.
She took the scissors from the small box and went back to the bathroom, standing in front of the mirror and gesturing several times.
Jiang Ye leaned against the doorway, watching with a grin and occasionally spoke to disturb her:
Lu Jing adjusted and gestured lower.
Just as she was about to cut, he stopped her again:
Lu Jing couldn’t hold back:
"Jiang Ye, go away, stop bothering me."
Always interfering with others, that’s just unethical!
"Alright, alright, I’ll stop. You continue, go on."
Lu Jing glared fiercely at him before she started again.