"You stink too much, go take a shower."

Yan Muye: "I don't want to take a bath, I just want to sleep." ”

Leng Fu Xiao: "No. ”

After Leng Fu Xiao finished speaking categorically, Yan Muye didn't continue to tease him: "Okay, now you asked me to take a bath, and after I finish taking a bath, I'll talk to you about other things." ”

Yan Muye rolled off the bed in a hurry, then walked a few steps in the direction of the bathroom, and then turned around: "Whether you believe me now or not, there are no rotten peach blossoms around me, if there is, there is only one peach blossom like you." ”

"I hope you get better soon, so maybe you'll have another daughter!"

The 'daughter' that Yan Muye said in his mouth was a huge temptation for Leng Fu Xiao. Confuse.

Yan Muye could naturally see the expectation slipping under his eyes, although she didn't look forward to it, but this did not prevent her from hanging his appetite.

"I took a shower. If you're sleepy, you can sleep first, and if you're not sleepy, wait for me. I'll sleep with me tonight, which is a reparation. ”

…

There was a rustling sound of running water in the bathroom, and Leng Fu Xiao's face gradually turned cold, but there was a touch of tenderness that had been hidden in his eyes by him.

He was surprised by today's events, and he was also pleasantly surprised.

A sweet feeling in his heart instantly invaded his entire world.

Like a spark, the crackling blew away all his previous suspicions.

…

After Yan Muye came out of the bathroom, he saw that Leng Fu Xiao was not resting.

He was really waiting for himself.

Yan Muye's hair was still a little wet, and it was even on her shoulders.

Hearing this, Leng Fu Xiao put down the documents in his hand and looked up at Yan Muye.

"I finished washing, and I washed my hair too."

Leng Fu Xiao beckoned to Yan Muye, and then seemed to remember something: "Bring the hair dryer." ”

Yan Muye didn't think too much, and obediently walked in front of Leng Fu Xiao with a hair dryer.

"Turn around."

Yan Muye turned around obediently, but the wet hair was still dripping with water stains.

Yan Muye: "Do you want to blow my hair?" ”

"I'll do this kind of little thing myself, so I don't need to trouble you." Besides, you still have a habit of cleanliness.

Yan Muye's later sentence was not spoken. Leng Fu Xiao is in her eyes, or from the two acquaintances, until now, it has always been someone else who takes care of Leng Fu Xiao, but she has never seen Leng Fu Xiao serve anyone.

It seems that people like him are born to be kings.

How could the king condescend, how could she let him help her blow her hair.

Crazy.

Leng Fu faced the hesitation of the person in front of him, and repeated what he had just said again: "Turn around." ”

Yan Muye couldn't shirk it this time, so she had to turn around.

Leng Fu Xiao slowly sat up from the bed, and then plugged in the hair dryer.

Yan Muye squatted down with great knowledge of current affairs, and after a while, the hum of a hair dryer came to his ears.

Leng Fu Xiao's slender jade-like fingertips, strands of silk-like hair ran through Yan Muye's satin-like hair. Even sometimes his warm fingertips would inadvertently touch her weak and boneless ear, like a dragonfly playing in water, not deliberately.

Yan Muye was served by him for the first time: "Leng Fu Xiao." ”

"Huh?" Leng Fu Xiao's hand paused, "Did it hurt you?" ”

"It's also the first time I've helped someone blow their hair."