"Are you practicing the iron head technique?"
Lin Li rubbed her head and turned around, only to see Zhou han standing at the door of the bathroom. At this moment, he had already washed up and changed his clothes. His hair was also combed neatly.
Only then did Lin Li remember that she had been forced to move out of the room by her mother last night. Because she didn't want to be taken advantage of by a certain someone, she had made a bed on the ground.
Rubbing the back of her head, Lin Li got up from the ground with a bitter face. Only when she got up did she realize that her whole body was in great pain, as if she was falling apart. No matter how she stood, she felt very uncomfortable.
Zhou han crossed his arms in front of his chest and leaned against the door of the bathroom. He looked at Lin Li and said with a faint smile, " "I told you yesterday that I don't mind you lying in bed." That tone was as if he was coldly watching her make a fool of herself.