The Overlord treaty

"That's why you don't take a bath?"

An Qiuyou finally couldn't help it anymore, "You have to worry about whether I wash or not?"

Your home is the Pacific Ocean! The tube is so wide!

"This is my dormitory. If you are here, you have to take care of me." Han Yanze leaned back on the sofa very lazily, with his long legs lying on the coffee table with nowhere to put, and casually flipping the newspaper in his hand.

An Qiu's right mouth twitched, "If I remember correctly, this dormitory seems to be the two of us together..."

"Ok?"

A glance swept over, casually with a threatening meaning.

What she was going to say later was swallowed back.

Even in an extremely poor situation, she has never been knocked down. The sleek way of doing things has allowed her to survive in this sinister society, so don't think she is counseling. This is called strategy. Pretending to compromise is to Better counterattack in the future!

An Qiuyou comforted herself like this in her heart.

Han Yanze was obviously satisfied with An Qiuyou's well-behaved reaction. He slowly closed the newspaper and lazily raised his eyes to look at her, "If you want to live here, you have to abide by the rules, or you can move out."

She asked weakly, "What rules..."

"First of all, I have a habit of cleanliness. If you want to live here, you must wash your hair and bath every day and clean the dormitory. I am used to changing the sheets and quilt cover once a week, so you have to clean it for me. Go to the sun because there will be bacteria. I am used to morning exercises in the morning, but I can't exercise on an empty stomach, so you have to get up an hour in advance to help me prepare breakfast. I rest at ten o'clock every evening. You can't make any movement after ten o'clock."

An Qiu wanted to scold the street.

"Besides, without my permission, you can't just bring other people to this dormitory. Your things can only be put on your own desk, and I will throw them into the trash can if you put them elsewhere. The most important point is ...Can't touch my things."

"Huh..." An Qiu took a deep breath and tried to adjust his mentality, so that he could hold back not rushing forward and punch Han Yanze to death. "So not only must I follow those rules, I have to sleep on the floor, right?"

He is righteous, "Of course."

"Go to hell!" An Qiu excitedly raised his fist and threw his teeth and claws at him, preparing to come to a life and death, but he still underestimated the difference in physical strength between men and women.

Han Yanze stretched out his hand easily and grabbed the wrists of her two hands. They were firmly fixed, and she couldn't get away no matter how much she broke free.

"One more thing, violence is forbidden in the dormitory."

She squeezed a sentence from between her teeth, "Then can I strangle you while you are asleep!"

It was just an angry statement. Who would have thought that Han Yanze actually thought about it seriously, and a few seconds later said solemnly, "It makes sense. In order to ensure my personal safety, you must wear handcuffs and feet every night in the future. Handcuffs."

"Ah!" An Qiu shouted righteously, tilted his head back, and then smashed Han Yanze fiercely, giving him an iron head skill.

But because he was not tall enough, he could only hit him on the chest.

It's tough, it's like hitting the wall.

In the end, Han Yanze was unscathed, but her eyes were staring at gold stars and her headache was splitting.

"Is there an iron block in your clothes!"

Han Yanze squinted, "Why, do you want to see?"