Sheng Jia wore a white shirt, rare unbuttoned, his hair was wet, and the gauze on his forehead was also soaked, but he ignored it.

He tidied up his cuffs as he walked, before Gu Hanguang had to wrap a layer of plastic wrap around the wound on his arm, he only felt uncomfortable, and after taking a shower at this time, the bandaged gauze was also wet.

Sheng Jiashen has always been very keen to look at others, and he raised his head.

Zhao Qiqi couldn't dodge, she stood there, the first time she was at a loss, her scalp was numb, she just now, almost screamed.

Her brother Sheng walked over in the living room with wet hair and open shirt, what kind of magazine blockbuster is this, a peerless beautiful man!

As a fan, seeing such a scene, she couldn't control her heartbeat.

Fortunately, Seventeen boasted that she had seen the world, and she desperately held back.

And often the more excited she is, the more calm she is on the surface, and now she can look at him as usual.

"Sheng Yingdi, is your wound wet?"

Wet hair is very beautiful, the idol looks like this, she just wants her to be a career fan and her legs and feet are weak, but the wound infection will be inflamed!

"It's fine." Sheng Jiashen retracted his eyes and began to fasten the buttons, because of the injury on his arm, his movements were a little inflexible.

Originally, he thought she was not in the living room, so he came out directly.

Zhao Qiqi moved his fingers, and wanted to rush over to help the idol fasten the button, preferably directly to the first one on the neck!

Don't be tight, when she thinks of the picture just now, she is afraid that she is in control on the surface.

But the nosebleed was out of her control.

However, for things that are too offensive to get close to idols, Zhao Seventeen is so cowardly that he doesn't dare to show anything at all.

She thought about it for a moment and ran to the bathroom to get a hair dryer.

"Emperor Sheng, let's blow dry your hair first, right?" If he has such wet hair, he will catch a cold, not to mention, his wounds are really sloppy.

"Okay."

Sheng Jiashen stretched out his hand to pick it up, and Zhao Qiqi saw that he had rolled up his sleeve, revealing an arm wrapped in gauze, which was soaked in water, and there were faint traces of blood.

Her brow furrowed suddenly, and she didn't let go when he was about to get the hair dryer.

Sheng Jia looked at her puzzled.

Zhao Qiqi blurted out: "I'll help you!" ”

Afraid that he would misunderstand something, he hurriedly said: "Before, I hit a bag on my head, and you helped me with medicine, your hands are inconvenient." ”

Speaking of which, the two of them seemed to collide in exactly the same position.

Zhao Qiqi touched his forehead with his backhand, and the injury he had suffered in the same position as the idol was a souvenir......

Sheng Jia watched her touch her forehead, and also remembered the time she hit herself at home.

He didn't insist, nodded, and sat down at the couch.

The idol is still as few as ever, but it inexplicably makes Zhao Qiqi feel relaxed.

She stood behind him, imagining herself as Mr. Tony, smiling and focused, running her hair through his hair with a seemingly professional hand and a hair dryer in the other.

In the next second, it was completely broken.

The idol's hair is so soft!

The idol's hair is so fragrant!

There is a small mole behind the idol's ear!

Damn, who would have thought that I would be blowing my idol's hair!

Such a close contact, touching the idol himself, rounding is equivalent to-

Ahem, she's pure.

She just thinks that if she touches the head of her idol, maybe her acting skills can also be improved?

Sheng Jia sat there with a deep position, his body became more and more stiff, his face became more and more uncomfortable, and the sound and heat of the hair dryer above his head made him unable to ignore the fact that there was a girl behind him.