When she was still alone, she didn't really want to blow her hair.

But if you don't blow your hair, you will wash your hair at night and it won't dry, so you will get a headache when you sleep.

Every time, she just blew casually, half dry and half wet, and then she lay down and fell asleep.

Now that Long Jingze is here, she just needs to lie down, hand over the hair dryer to him, and wait until her hair is dry, she can lie down and sleep directly.

With my husband here, it's not too convenient to do anything.

Long Jingze untied the towel that was still shallow in his hair.

Suddenly, a waterfall-like curly hair poured down from the top of his head.

It's still wet, dripping with drops.

Inevitably the dripping of hair wet the pajamas on Shang Qian's body, Long Jingze directly draped the towel on the woman's shoulder.

Although the towel is not very dry, it is better than the kind of wet hair that comes into direct contact with the clothes.

Shang Qian sat in front of the vanity mirror, holding his head with his hands, and saw the man behind him concentrating on blowing her hair in the mirror.

The humming sound of the hair dryer is also very warm at the moment, not as noisy as usual.

This feeling of quiet years, I really want time to stay in this moment.

It's okay for a lifetime.

Long Jingze was blowing her hair, and Shang Qian was looking for a topic to chat with him.

"Husband, is it hard to carry out the mission this time? Are there any injuries on your body? ”

"Huh?? What did you say? ”

The noise of the hair dryer was too loud, and it was so close that Long Jingze didn't hear what Shang Qian was talking to him clearly, but judging from the movement of her mouth, she should be talking to him.

Shang Qian pursed his lips and repeated helplessly.

"I ask you if you have worked the mission? Whether it is hurt or not, give me a truthful answer. ”

"There were no injuries."

But hard work must be very hard, how can it not be hard to perform a task, but these are not the words that a big man should complain about to his wife, only answer the safety questions she asked.

Shang Qian closed his eyes and muttered, "It's good that you're not hurt, you know?" I'm afraid you'll get hurt......"

I'm even more afraid that the man will be injured and hide it from her.

"Well, knowing you're going to be worried, I'll protect myself well and try not to get hurt."

After this topic ended, Shang Qian did not speak again.

Propping up her head, she continued to look at Long Jingze in the mirror, and concentrated on blowing her hair.

Hee-hee, how handsome her husband's face looks.

Although he looked so attentive, not smiling, and even a little serious, she still felt very handsome, very good-looking, and warm to her heart.

Hehe, probably in the eyes of a lover.

But in fact, Long Jingze's appearance, even if he is not in the eyes of Shang Qian, in the eyes of other girls, he is probably super handsome.

Think about it, a man with a gun, like the king of Yama on the battlefield, is willing to blow the hair of his woman so intently in a small inn.

It's a beautiful scene to think about.

It can probably poke the softest heart of every girl.

I don't ask you to be by my side all the time, I just ask you to give me the softest side when you are there.

That's all there is to it.

She is still very relieved to marry Long Jingze, first, he will not mess around outside, stay in the army all day long, and most of the people he faces are same-sex people.

Second, it's so good to her, what else is there to find fault with? It's the perfect husband.

"My hair is blown."

"Okay? So fast. ”

She hadn't seen enough of it, so he had blown it for her, why did she usually blow her hair by herself and feel like she had been blowing it for a long time, not as fast as today.

Reaching out and touching her hair, no matter how much she didn't want to admit it, she had to say that her hair was indeed dry.