Chapter 158: The Sprout of Love Blossoms (9)
Her hair was thick and long, and it would take at least ten minutes to blow dry it all, and it would not be good to delay until Amo rested.
When the man heard this, the movement of blowing his hair on his hand suddenly froze.
Moment.
Just as the woman was about to get up from the sofa, the man's aggrieved voice suddenly rose, ".... Ayin.... Are you disgusting me? ”
"What?" The woman's movements as she prepared to take over the hair dryer froze suddenly. What, what dislike??
"Ayin risked the danger to pick the wild beehive in order to help me, I just want to blow my hair for Ayin now, but Ayin doesn't want to ....." The man's tone was pitiful, "..... Does Ayin think that in addition to dealing with documents, I can't even do something as simple as blowing my hair? ”
As soon as the words came out, the woman's hand raised in mid-air suddenly retracted, and the pair of dark eyes that looked at the man instantly widened, "How is it possible?" I didn't...."
How could she dislike the person in front of her?!
The person in front of her is really capable in her heart!
Even if she dislikes the dog, she won't dislike the person in front of her!
It's just that her disguised hairpin is hidden in her hair at the moment, and it is still a little inconvenient to let a man help blow her hair.
It's a pity that the man didn't believe the woman's explanation, and his blue eyes looked at the woman with full of doubt, and his pale and beautiful face was full of pitiful expressions.
I have to say that when a man who is so beautiful that he has an aggrieved look on his face, the lethality brought by his appearance is absolutely unprecedentedly huge.
Just after the woman looked at the man for more than ten seconds, the woman finally surrendered.
I saw that the woman hurriedly sat down on the sofa obediently, her face was full of seriousness with a clear conscience, "..... Well, I actually came in to ask you to help blow my hair, but I wasn't too embarrassed to say it, but I have a hairpin in my hair that I use for styling, so you just don't take it off when you help me blow my hair...."
After speaking, the woman obediently turned her back to the man, and never moved a single bit, like a little beast obediently waiting for the person behind her to dry her hair.
Seeing this, the corners of the man's lips rose irrepressibly, and then he knocked on the switch of the hair dryer again and began to gently dry the woman's hair.
The woman's long hair is very soft, gently brushed away, and the smooth texture makes the man squint his eyes with pleasure.
At first, the woman was still in a state of vigilance, for fear that the man would forget his instructions and take off the hairpin hidden in his hair when he was blowing his hair.
But as a result, the woman found herself completely worried.
After the man dried the hair near the hairpin, he never bothered to do so, but concentrated on blowing elsewhere.
Slowly, the woman's figure completely relaxed, and her dark eyes began to close from time to time, open again, and close again..... And so on and so forth.
The warm breeze passed through the man's slender fingers, and strands blew back and forth on the woman's long wet hair.
The fragrance of the hair in the room lingered in the woman's nose, and the already tired body devoured the woman's mind little by little under the warm breeze that was hot and comfortable.
After a long time, the woman finally lowered her eyes completely, leaned on the sofa and fell asleep.
in the bedroom.
The clock on the wall ticked and turned.
Finally, after the man confirmed that the woman's long hair was not damp in the slightest, he finally put down the hair dryer in his hand.