This scene, in the future, every time Mo Nanjue recalls it, he feels like a thin needle trapped in his heart, no matter how hard he tries, it is impossible to pull it out.

This is the first time that a woman has blown his hair.

Just simply, blow his hair.

There are many women around him, all of which are of various types and tastes, and all of them are obedient.

He said one, and those women never and did not dare to say two.

However, Tong Ran is different, sometimes he hasn't said one, and she can directly say a hundred.

She fought against him again and again, crossed his line again and again, and made him angry and wanted to kill her again and again.

However, his damn obsession with her taste!

He liked her innocence, her scent, her hair, her voice, and her smile......

I like the way she looks at him every time she is pressed on the bed~ and looks at him with wide eyes.

And, her stubborn temperament like a little wild cat, when she rarely becomes docile, she can hit the softest place on his heart every time.

This woman is really getting more and more hungry for him.

So, as long as he doesn't let go for a day, she won't want to leave him for a day!

……

In my ears, the sound of a hair dryer buzzing non-stop.

The man's hair is short, unlike Tong's long black hair, which has to be blown for a long time every time, and after a while, it is blown dry.

His hair is also very good, soft but shiny, even if it is not taken care of, it is very stylish.

Tong Ran's slender white fingers ran his dark brown hair a few times, until he couldn't feel the wetness, then turned off the hair dryer, "It's already dry." ”

With that, she straightened up and prepared to put the hair dryer back.

Just brushed the man's shoulder, but his waist suddenly tightened, and in the next moment, the whole body fell into a thick and cold embrace.

"I'm going to put this ......"

She wrung her eyebrows, and as soon as she raised the hair dryer in her hand, the man raised her hand and snatched it up, and threw it directly on the table, "Just put it here." ”

Tong Ran didn't want to be held by him like this, maybe he would be in love directly on this soft sofa later~ Love, and if she had to lean sideways here, her waist would be very sore......

Thinking about it, she hurriedly propped herself up, "You have to put it back in its original place when you run out of things, don't you even know this?"

"Oh, really?" Mo Nanjue chuckled, took her little hand and leaned under him, "Then you say, should I put it where it was now?"

“……”

Tong Ran was speechless, and slapped his hand away without thinking about it, "Mo Nanjue, can you say something serious?!"

She really wanted to take a pair of scissors and cut him straight there!

Let's see what he will estrus with in the future!

"Okay, seriously," the man nodded solemnly, and now his hands were honest, and he put his arms around her thin waist, "Why do you want to blow my hair for me?"

"Do you need to ask this?" Tong Ran turned his head and kicked him, "Don't you know that you have a headache when you sit without drying your wet hair?"

"What, you're distressed?"

"I'm your personal secretary, and I'm just doing my duty. ”

Distressed?

Every time she was with him, she would only ...... Leg pain.

Seeing that she was silent, Mo Nanjue rolled his legs, letting Tong Ran's back stick to his chest, he raised his right hand, and his little thumb and the dazzling silver-blue tail ring were attached to her fair side face.