The floating wind was embarrassed, and he wanted to speak but didn't know what to say, so he quickly lowered his head.

Yi Qian chuckled, walked past him, and closed the bathroom door.

Fufeng breathed a sigh of relief, and then felt a little more comfortable.

He looked at the big bed in the room, only to feel that his heart was beating faster, and quickly looked away, only then did he look at the decoration of the room.

Simple, too concise, this style is not at all like a girl's room.

The color scheme was dark and depressing, looking lifeless, Fufeng couldn't help frowning, and inexplicably felt a little soft.

She seems to be like this to the outside world, giving people a feeling that it is difficult to contact, like looking down on others from above, I don't know how many people are saying behind her back that she is "high", "cold", and "no one in her eyes".

But Fufeng, who grew up with her since childhood, knows a little more about her, she is a person who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, it is difficult for ordinary people to enter her heart, but as long as she walks in, you will see her different side.

Fufeng has a kind temperament, even if he was bullied since he was a child, he never fought back, he just wanted to calm things down, but once he was seen by Yiqian, he went back on the spot, and the little boys cried.

Thinking of the long-lost past, there is a soft color on the floating wind, and I have forgotten the passage of time unconsciously, and I don't feel nervous anymore.

His running mind caused him to ignore the sound of water in the bathroom that had stopped, and the sound of the door being opened.

Until—

"What are you thinking?"

As soon as his shoulder was warm, a hand came up.

He was startled for a moment and hurriedly turned around, but he was a little distracted when he saw the person in front of him.

Yi Qian's long hair was scattered and dripping, and she was only wearing a bathrobe loosely, tied around her waist at random, revealing a large area of snow-white skin under her neck, and a faint furrow was visible.

The scent of her body came from her, and all he could smell in his nose was hers.

The shower gel and shampoo used by the two of them are obviously the same, but the fragrance on her body is stronger than his, as if it is pervasive.

Fufeng was inexplicably a little flustered.

"No, I didn't think about anything."

He panicked as he explained.

"Really?"

Yi Qian hooked her lower lip, then went to pick up the hair dryer and handed it to him.

"Help me blow my hair?"

"Oh, good."

Floating Wind nodded.

Yi Qian sat in front of him, he calmed down, first tested the temperature of the hair dryer, and only after making sure that it was just right, did he help her blow her hair.

Obviously, he didn't have the experience of blowing girls' hair before, and he was a little clumsy in the face of long hair that was different from his own, and he even hurt her several times in the middle.

"Yike...... Lighten it up. ”

Yi Qian Jiao.

Floating Wind's men lightened.

The girl's hair is very soft and smooth, and it is very fragrant, and the hair is loose and slowly dries, and after he is familiar with it, he actually thinks it is very interesting, and he is very focused on the things at hand.

Yi Qian looked at him from the mirror in front of him.

The boy was lowering his head and focusing on her hair, his slender fingers interspersed in the black hair, like a magical hand, occasionally touching the scalp to make her feel a little comfortable and relaxed, so Yi Qian stretched her body, leaned back in the chair and half-squinted her eyes, a little lazy.

From the angle of the floating wind, you can see Yiqian's long eyelashes, as well as the tip of her nose, and the ...... below her neck Radian.

He hurriedly withdrew his gaze and didn't dare to look at it, but the roots of his ears turned red silently.

"That's it, it's blown."

He said.