When An Xiaoxiao finally stabilized her emotions, she found a major problem, all her pajamas were in Tang Xin's place, and the only one was still soaked......

You can't sleep in a sweater, can you?

Her gaze looked around, and finally landed on Jiang Muye's clothes, and the row of various colored shirts attracted her attention.

……

Jiang Muye was halfway through his bath when he heard the sound of a hair dryer outside the shower, and he quickened his pace, but he came out with a bath towel in five or six minutes.

In front of the large mirror in the bathroom, An Xiaoxiao was blowing her hair seriously.

She wore a light blue fine checked men's shirt that covered the key areas, and her slender and well-proportioned legs were graceful and elegant.

The shirt is very wide, and the sleeves are casually pulled up at her elbows, which is very casual and natural.

The long ink-colored hair was as smooth as a waterfall, and it inadvertently stirred his heart to calm down.

Jiang Muye coughed, An Xiaoxiao stopped the hair dryer, and subconsciously turned her head to look at him, and then her face turned red again at a speed visible to the naked eye.

She suddenly turned her head away from her gaze, and this reaction made Jiang Muye very satisfied.

"My pajamas aren't ......," Ann explained in a whisper.

Jiang Muye bowed: "It's very beautiful." ”

Then the wheelchair leaned over and said in a deep and powerful voice: "Help me blow my hair." ”

An Xiaoxiao was speechless, he must have done it on purpose!

deliberately only tied a bath towel around her waist, and the healthy honey-colored skin was covered with well-textured muscles, showing such a perfect figure in front of her, it must have been deliberately to see her embarrassment.

But in the face of Jiang Muye's request, An Xiaoxiao just couldn't muster the courage to refuse.

Who has left themselves without self-control?

"Okay." She whispered, her voice trembling a little, inexplicably gentle.

She walked around behind Jiang Muye, her fingers running through his short inky hair, and the sound of the hair dryer hummed, muffling the sound of her swallowing saliva.

How can there be a man with such a perfect body?

There is no sporadic excess fat, and she is more fit than any fitness coach she has ever seen.

His gaze inadvertently moved down, and Ann made a small movement, and there was a long scar on his back, extending from his left shoulder to his waist, which was shocking.

"What's wrong?"

Jiang Muye's voice came from the sound of a buzzing fan.

An Xiaoxiao turned off the voice and asked, "You have ...... on your back How is it hurt? ”

There was concern in her voice that was easy to discern, and Jiang Muye ironed a little bit in his heart: "It's the same as a leg injury, a small accident." ”

An Xiaoxiao didn't ask, her fingers subconsciously attached to it, and meandered all the way down the scar.

Her fingers were warm, and the scar was numb, Jiang Muye coughed, hiding the surging feelings, and listened to her ask.

"It hurts."

Hearing her soft voice, Jiang Muye's heart softened: "Well, it hurts." ”

An Xiaoxiao's brain turned for a moment, and her voice was a little excited.

"Makino, maybe I've seen too much, I always feel that you are a particularly mysterious person, such as a special forces who have carried out secret missions or elites from other mysterious departments......

"Not really." Jiang Muye interrupted her, with a smile in his voice: "I used to mix in society. ”

An Xiaoxiao: "......"

Who is it that breaks the beautiful illusions in the heart?

I still think about the classic saying: How can there be any quiet time, but someone is carrying a weight forward.

After making trouble for a long time, he was the one who added to the burden......

The charming thoughts in his heart dissipated instantly, and Jiang Muye heard the sound of the fan restarting and An Xiaoxiao's hateful sentence: "You deserve it!" ”

Jiang Muye: "......"

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