"Do you want to wash your face?" After successfully driving Xu Fan's car to bring him home, Jiang Yang got slippers for him and threw the dirty hat accurately into the trash can next to the coffee table.
[Where is the restroom? ] The young man nodded, turned on his phone, and typed a few words on it quickly.
Without asking any more questions, he considerately led the person to the bathroom and closed the door. Jiang Yang then realized belatedly that he collapsed on the sofa with a look of shock on his face - his idol seemed unable to speak.
He didn't hold any concerts, didn't participate in any variety shows that required interaction with live audiences, and didn't hold any album signing sessions. All of these behaviors that were considered aloof and unapproachable by the outside world now had the most reasonable explanation. The palm of his hand that had caught the water bottle was still swelling and hot. He clenched his fist, and Jiang Yang's throat was inexplicably blocked.
The sound of water in the bathroom did not last long before returning to its original silence. Hearing the door handle being turned with a click, Jiang Yang immediately changed his expression and turned to look at the other person.
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