When he turned his head and saw Momoko's long wet hair, he frowned and said, "Why don't you blow dry your hair?" ”

"Huh?" Peaches shook Shen Mochen's side with an indifferent expression, glanced at the gas stove, and said casually: "I usually wait for it to dry naturally." ”

"Isn't this a special time for you?" Shen Mochen reluctantly turned off the gas, took Peach's hand, pressed her on the sofa, and then went to get a hair dryer himself, plugged it in, and stood behind Peaches to help her blow her hair.

The warm wind of the hair dryer swept through the long hair of Peaches, Shen Mochen's warm fingers gently picked up the hair on her head, blowing seriously and carefully, and in the quiet living room, only the "buzzing" sound of the hair dryer kept ringing.

In the mirror of the living room, the figures of two people were reflected, and Peaches sat obediently on the sofa, looking at Shen Mochen's gentle and focused expression in the mirror, and always felt that this scene was like a dream.

Shen Mochen, who is cold on weekdays, would have such a gentle expression?

Are you dazzled?

Peaches reached out and rubbed her eyes, and then looked in the mirror, only to find that Shen Mochen still had a gentle face.

As if sensing the peaches' strange appearance, Shen Mochen turned his head sideways and asked softly, "What's wrong?" Did it pull your hair and hurt you? ”

Such a gentle tone was like a warm current, slowly flowing into Peaches' hearts, making Peaches inexplicably feel like crying.

"It's not ......" Peaches raised his head and looked at Shen Mochen standing beside him, his deep eyes seemed to have bottomless feelings, but they were like a calm lake, which made people unable to see through or guess.

"What's wrong with that? Why do you look like you're going to cry? Shen Mochen's delicate eyebrows wrinkled slightly, looking at Peach's fair little face, it seemed that unconsciously, she had grown up a lot, her originally round face now had a shallow outline, and the big black and white eyes were slightly bright, like a pool of spring water, which could inadvertently touch people's heartstrings, a straight little nose, ruddy lips, and long hair that was slightly messed up by herself.

Shen Mochen suddenly found that the peaches were slowly growing.

"You're ...... today. Why are you so nice to me? Momoko looked at him with her big innocent eyes open, full of doubt.

"I'm usually not good to you?" Shen Mochen raised his eyebrows and asked rhetorically.

"Uh......" Momoko felt as if she had said the wrong thing, and lowered her head a little weakly, muttering quietly, "Not really...... What do you usually ...... Isn't it fierce......"

"Fierce?" Shen Mochen frowned, he didn't seem to have lost his temper with Peaches.

"That's it...... It's just ......" Momoko has begun to speak incoherently, "It's just that you don't usually be so gentle......"

"Oh......" Shen Mochen looked at her meaningfully, two red clouds flew on her fair little face at this moment, I don't know why, he suddenly wanted to make her face a little redder.

"I usually ...... Isn't it gentle to you? Shen Mochen bent down and faced Peaches' little face, a pair of dark and deep eyes blinked gently, looking straight into Peaches' eyes.

Peach only felt a flower in front of him, and Shen Mochen's enlarged close-up face appeared in front of him, his eyes like ink jade shining with a strange light.