Superpowered Love Academy

Tu Mi stood at the door, soaking wet, carrying a lunchbox in her hand. Her white hair was not only drenched in sweat but also covered with leaves.

It looks just like a white stray dog ​​on the street.

"I am back."

She was clearly a mess, but Zuo Le couldn't help but swallow hard when he saw her soaking wet.

"Is it hot...?"

Chapter 29 The Girl's Hazy Dreams

"What kind of look is that? Hmm?"

Tu Mi's question made Zuo Le's lips twitch involuntarily.

She was right.

However, Zuo Le didn't say anything. He reached out and brushed the leaves off Tu Mi's hair, then took the lunchbox from her hand and made way for her.

"What are you waiting for? Come in."

"Oh."

Tu Mi tilted her head and emptied the water from the hood of her windbreaker.

Splash!

"Huh? Can't you go outside to get water?"

"It's already empty."

"Amazing, you're amazing."

Zuo Le was speechless, then pointed to the two dishes on the table:

"I bought too much food, what should I say?"

Tu Mi stared at the two lunch boxes she had also brought back, and fell into a moment of contemplation:

"Then I'll have to eat it."

"Okay, let's hang in there!"

"Ah."

"Wait a minute." Zuo Le suddenly stopped her as she was about to start eating.

"What?" Tu Mi looked at him with some surprise.

Zuo Le's gaze flickered as he noticed that Tu Mi's favorability rating had unknowingly dropped to -5. He had just been angry with her yesterday, so when did it increase?

He pointed to Tu Mi's wet hair and the windbreaker that was almost stuck to her body.

"Why don't you go take a shower first?"

The girl thought for a moment, then turned around and started taking off her clothes:

"Row."

"Wait……"

Zuo Le kept saying things to stop her, but her eyes couldn't leave the girl's back.

Tu Mi's skin was as white as porcelain. She was very thin, and you could even see some pale blue veins in certain places. Fortunately, at least she had turned her back.

Only the right arm...

Zuo Le's gaze lingered on the red mark on her right hand, which appeared to be a fresh injury.

"You're injured? Today?"

"nothing."

Tu Mi clearly had no intention of explaining anything and simply pushed the door open and entered.

Before long, the sound of gurgling water could be heard.

"Fine, don't tell me then."

Zuo Le, who was standing at the door, pursed his lips and prepared to return to the table to eat.

But before he could turn around, the bathroom door was opened again.

The girl's wet hair clung completely to her thin body, her figure appearing and disappearing in a hazy, indistinct way.

"I can't lift my arm, can you help me wash my hair?"

Looking in the direction of the toilet, Zuo Le's pupils contracted for a moment. He was stunned and didn't know what to do. He just stared blankly.

until……

"Have you finished watching?"

"Huh? Uh! Yeah."

"Come wash your hair after you're done watching." Tu Mi's voice was still as deadpan as ever, but she seemed a little more tired than usual.

Zuo Le hesitated for a moment, but still walked over.

He swore he didn't really want to see it; it was just that the injury on Tu Mi's arm was strange, not like a beating, but more like a burn from some kind of force.

What happened to your hand?

"Just wash your hair, why are you making such a fuss?"

"Alright." Zuo Le wasn't the type to dig deep.

The room was filled with steam. Tu Mi sat on a small stool in the bathroom, her back slightly hunched, letting the shower water wash over her back. The warm yellow light was diffused by the steam, creating an especially ambiguous atmosphere.

When Zuo Le started washing her hair, the girl under his hands stiffened slightly.

Her fingers unconsciously dug at the edge of the stool, her gaze lowered, staring at the water flowing between her legs.

Clearly, the girl wasn't as nonchalant as her tone suggested...

"Close your eyes."

"Ah."

As Zuo Le's fingertips ran through the damp white hair, Tu Mi trembled almost imperceptibly.

Soon, fine bubbles appeared on top of my head.

Tu Mi's hair was extremely smooth, and even he, the person washing her hair, felt very comfortable.

While rinsing, he gently cupped his hand in front of her forehead to prevent the foam from getting into her eyes.

Tu Mi kept her eyes closed, but her tense shoulders and back gradually relaxed.

"It's done washing."

"Alright, get out."

Zuo Le: ? ? ?

"Are you staying here to deliberately start a fight with me so you can take a few more glances at me?"

Although somewhat dissatisfied, Zuo Le really couldn't argue with her here.

The nose of the woman before him was unexpectedly round and delicate, her lips were pressed into a straight line, and her almond-shaped eyes were misty and dreamy.

This languid yet alluring charm is truly tempting.

"This amazing person is indeed handsome..."

Zuo Le complained as she walked out of the bathroom.

A few minutes later, the sound of water in the bathroom gradually stopped, and the door was opened.

Tu Mi came out, just like last time, but thankfully, she was wearing a bath towel today.

Last time, Zuo Le watched it while lying in bed, but today she watched it at the dining table.

The hazy, languid atmosphere, thick with moisture, gradually intensified the restlessness in his heart.

Zuo Le took a few shallow breaths, trying to calm the heat.

But to be honest, it doesn't seem to be very useful...

As Tu Mi wiped away the moisture, she glanced at Zuo Le, who was still wriggling in his seat.

Without saying a word, he looked at the shirt and underwear that had been placed aside, as well as the band-aids on the table, and fell into deep thought.

She casually picked up the shirt and shook it, pointing to the hole in the chest area.

There's a hole here.

Zuo Le didn't quite understand what she meant.

“If there’s a hole, you’ll be exposed, and you’ll definitely peek.” She spoke slowly.

Zuo Le was already irritable, and when he heard what Tu Mi said, he got even angrier, snatched the shirt and threw it aside.

"If you don't want to wear it, then find one yourself."

His violent reaction made Tu Mi take a step back, somewhat bewildered.

Then he silently picked up the shirt that Zuo Le had just thrown away, put it on, and buttoned it up.

"I've put it on."

Seeing Tu Mi in a shirt, Zuo Le opened her mouth, but for a moment she didn't know what to say.

"Come and eat."

"it is good."

The meal took a little long because they had bought quite a lot of food, but the two of them remained unusually silent.

It was as if something was happening quietly.

"There are band-aids over there," Zuo Le said, pointing to the table behind her after finishing her meal.

Tu Mi was very obedient and immediately took out one, peeled it off, and stuck it on, but then shook her reddened arm.

"It doesn't seem to be of much use."

"I've gone to cultivate." This was an irrelevant answer.

Faced with the rising heat in her heart, Zuo Le chose to calm it down through cultivation.

However, this time Tu Mi did not cultivate with him. Instead, she sat at the table, resting her chin on her hand, and watched him from afar.

Time passed by, and by the time Zuo Le finished his cultivation, Tu Mi was already lying obediently on the bed.

He was about to go to sleep when he suddenly heard a girl calling him:

"Come and sleep here, don't sleep on the floor, so I don't have to come looking for you."

"Row."

Aside from the first day when she was unconscious, this was the first time Zuo Le had slept in the same bed with Tu Mi.

Strangely enough, after taking the initiative to sleep with her, Zuo Le no longer felt the excitement of the previous few nights, and even the burning sensation of the vicious meatball subsided quietly.

All that remained in my heart was boundless peace and tranquility.

Peace and tranquility were feelings that Zuo Le had never experienced before.

This is the first time, whether in this life or the past.

The bed was only one meter wide, and the two were extremely close, so close that Zuo Le could almost feel the girl's gaze behind him, her gradually changing breathing, and even her inner struggle.

"Is something the matter?" Zuo Le asked.

"You can't solve it." Tu Mi's voice was still so languid, as if she was about to fall asleep or hadn't woken up yet.

"Tell me about it."

Zuo Le was surprised when he spoke, because he had never tried to empathize with anyone before.

Tu Mi gently pounded Zuo Le's back with her fist, again and again, then suddenly asked:

Are we friends?

"..."