Before she could lift her eyes, a pair of powerful hands had already stopped her by the waist and hugged her.

The feeling of rising into the air startled her, and she almost subconsciously hugged the man's neck.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Beigong Yexiu's cold and perfect face, and suddenly all the sleepiness dissipated: "You...... What are you doing? ”

He had just taken a shower, his hair was still wet, and his body exuded the smell of damp heat.

A pair of black eyes were dyed with mist, a little less cold.

He didn't say anything, just carried her to the big bed and sat her on the edge of the bed.

Night Piaoling stiffened, for fear that he would start to undress in the next second.

However, I saw that he just turned around and brought her a hair dryer.

She looked confused: "What are you doing?" ”

Beigong Yexiu was already sitting next to her, with the back of his head facing her.

Drop a one-word command: "Blow." ”

Night Piaoling looked at the hair dryer in his hand and was messy in the wind: "......"

So, doesn't the young master of Beigong know how to blow his hair???

She began to wonder how he had survived all these years alone.

Staring at the man in front of her who had closed his eyes and was ready to wait for her to blow his hair, she still felt a little incredible.

He actually exposed such a fragile place on the back of his head to a woman she had known for a few days, did he completely forget that she was a killer.

At this angle, it would take less than a second for her to end his life.

After being stunned for a while, she still picked up the hair dryer.

Soon, all that was left of the room was the faint hum of a hair dryer.

Outside the window, there was still snow in the cold winter night, and in the house, only the warm wind from the hair dryer in her hand.

I don't know when, Beigong Yexiu's face didn't have the cold arrogance he had before, but he closed his eyes, his brows relaxed, and he enjoyed it.

Her fingertips ran through his short black hair, and she actually had a feeling in her heart that she was blowing the hair of a dog......

Two years ago, when nothing had changed.

In that dilapidated little villa, she did this every night, while blowing his hair, while watching him put away his usually tight face and paralyzed face, showing a relaxed appearance.

Like a docile big dog who was touched by her head in her arms.

In a trance, she had habitually blown her hair.

Before she could come back to her senses, the hair dryer in her hand had been thrown away.

With a tightening of her waist, she was picked up again and placed directly on the soft big bed.

Immediately after, the man's tall, burning body covered her.

He pulled the quilt and covered the two of them together.

In an instant, the whole world was left with only the breath on his body.

Mixed with a faint smell of tobacco, it invaded her unstoppably.

Hugged tightly, she pressed her cheek against his chest, and heard a strong, powerful heartbeat.

Inexplicably somewhat familiar......

Night drifting but didn't have the heart to think about it, there was only one sentence in her mind: she slept in the same bed as Beigong Yexiu!!

Wouldn't that be a wait......

The thought made her scalp tingle.

Stretching out his hand to push him away, he hurriedly spoke: "That...... I just slept on the couch. ”

"The couch will be cold."

Beigong Yexiu faintly dropped such a sentence in her ear.

A deep, magnetic voice, with his breath.

Obviously there is no emotion, but Night Drifting feels a tremor in his heart, and his ears are a little itchy.

In the next second, the hand she was pushing on his chest had been pulled by him to his waist and put her in a position of holding him...... I want to chat with more like-minded people about "{?$article_title?} ", WeChat pays attention to "excellent reading literature", chatting about life, looking for confidants~