After taking a bath, Murong Bojing wiped his hair, and his muscular figure was reflected in the mirror, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, which can be called the figure of a male model.

Seduction?

With such a figure, many girls should like it, Murong Bojing thought silently, he didn't wear a shirt, and a pair of boxers on his lower body, and walked out of the room directly.

Murong Le was reading a book in the quilt, wrapped in a quilt, like a big silkworm cocoon.

Falling into the icy lake today, she felt like she had fallen into an ice cellar, chills all over her body, and she was a little uncomfortable after taking a shower when she came back.

I don't know if I'm going to get sick......

"Knock knock."

There was a knock on the door, Murong Le raised his eyes slightly, guessing that it was the uncle, and no one would come to look for her at night except him.

"The door is unlocked."

After saying something lazily, Murong Le lowered her head and continued to read, she would never succumb to her uncle's clutches tonight.

Murong Bojing twisted the door and opened it all of a sudden, it seemed that the little guy knew that the door couldn't stop him, so he didn't lock it.

"Xiaole, blow your uncle's hair."

Murong Bojing took a hair dryer and walked into Murong Le's room, wearing only a pair of boxers all over his body, his chest and abdominal muscles were exposed in the air, sexy and charming.

The slender thighs, as well as the sparse leg hair, can't stop the strength of the athletic.

Murong Le frowned and raised his head strangely, Uncle never asked her to blow her hair, is it spring tonight?

The firm chest and abdominal muscles without a trace of fat appeared in front of Murong Le's eyes, and her face was slightly red, but she was immediately suppressed by her.

It's not that I haven't seen it before, Murong Le, you give me some courage!

"Don't you have hands yourself? Want me to blow it?! ”

Murong Le looked indifferent and rejected Murong Bojing, he stared at her face tightly, not a little shy and embarrassed at all.

According to the meaning of the love saint, if the little girl likes him, she should blush and be embarrassed to look at him, but now she doesn't look at him, but it's not shy at all, but she doesn't want to see it!

Thinking of this, Murong Bojing's face was slightly gloomy......

"I have a headache."

Without saying anything, Murong Bojing stuffed the hair dryer into Murong Le's hand, and he sat on her bed.

looks like a cheater.

Murong Le was dumbfounded, the books in his hands were squeezed out by the man, and he directly lowered the bed by one degree!

Gritting his teeth and looking at the black back of the man's head, Murong Le gritted his teeth and plugged in the electricity of the hair dryer.

"Okay, can't you blow it?"

Murong Le took a deep breath, put his hand on his uncle's shoulder, turned on the hair dryer, and blew it on his head.

There is no gentleness to speak of, and there is no technique to speak of.

Murong Bojing gasped, his head was hot and cold, and the hot and cold air of the hair dryer was switched at will, it was simply two heavens of ice and fire.

Is this revenge on him?!

Murong Bojing couldn't feel the little girl's liking for him, even if it was just a loss.

Murong Le is indeed taking revenge on him, who told Murong Bojing to always bully her, now that she has the opportunity to retaliate, how can she let it go?

"Xiaole, slow down, don't pull my hair, hiss......"

Murong Bojing closed his mouth, for fear of angering the little girl behind him, his face was pale, from now on, Murong Le still didn't like him.

It seems that you have to pretend to be sick to test it...... Look at his place in her heart.

Murong Bojing's hair was not long, Murong Le quickly dried him, the two were very close, and she could actually feel the heat on her uncle's body.

With a slightly red face, Murong Le turned his head away, pulled out the electricity of the hair dryer, and pretended to be casual.