When she woke up again, she was already lying on the sofa alone.
Zhuo Jian got up and saw that someone was cleaning around him. He rubbed his hair and said hello when the servant looked over: "Good morning!"
"Good morning, madam, the young master has just gone upstairs."
"Ah? Oh!"
Zhuo Jian remembered that she slept in his arms last night and nodded, feeling quite calm.
But the aunt said: "The young master said that the young lady didn't take a shower last night. She should take a shower first when she got up."
"..."
Zhuo Jian looked at the servant stupidly. After a long time, he realized what he was doing and suddenly blushed.
But I have to go to the camera at noon, so I have to wash up.
Zhuo Jian thought this, then looked at the blanket in her arms, folded it up, and carried it upstairs.
She gently pushed the door to the bathroom open. Listening to the sound of running water inside, she slowly raised her eyes, and then...
The scene when he just returned to China reappeared before his eyes, and this time, he had nothing on him, and his wheat-colored, strong body stood in the water.
At that moment, Zhuo Jian suddenly felt something welling up in her body. The next moment she quickly closed the door, turned around, and her long eyelashes kept trembling.
what's the situation?
He is actually washing?
Fu Yanye came out quickly, wiped her hair and said to her, "Wait two minutes."
Zhuo Jian stood there without daring to move, her heartbeat was racing and her brain was shutting down.
He opened the door, wrapped a towel around his waist, and dried his hair.
Zhuo Jian heard the sound of him blowing his hair, subconsciously glanced inside, and then reflexively said, "I'll help you."
Fu Yanye looked at her from the foggy mirror in front, "Are you sure?"
"Isn't it just a blow drying your hair? You should be shorter."
Zhuo Jian hesitated for a moment, but still took the hair dryer.
Fu Yanye couldn't be shorter, but he could make her taller.
With just one hand, he could carry her to the sink and say, "That's it!"
Zhuo Jian was stunned when she held the hair dryer.
he......
He hugged her again?
The scent of mint-flavored shower gel on his body after taking a bath made her a little crazy, and her eyes suddenly didn't know where to look.
"Hurry up, I'm very tired."
He lowered his head and said.
Only then did Zhuo Jian raise her eyes, directly skipping his face and looking at the top of his head.
Fu Yanye stepped back, holding both sides of her body with both hands, and lowered his head so that she could reach it.
Zhuo Jian heard that her heart was throbbing again, and she gently pulled his hair to dry it. She couldn't help but ask herself in her heart: "Zhuo Jian, what are you doing?"
So after her hair was almost done, she turned off the hair dryer, then lowered her eyes and looked away: "Okay!"
Fu Yanye touched his hair and found that it was almost done. He raised his eyes and looked at her: "Do I want to thank you?"
"Ah? No need!"
Zhuo Jian looked at him unconsciously, then shook his head.
"I'd better thank you. I don't like to owe people favors."
Fu Yanye said, very seriously.
Zhuo Jian looked at him with clear eyes, waiting dullly.
Suddenly, I felt my chin being pinched, and then my lips were firmly held by him.
She was holding the hair dryer unconsciously, not daring to take a breath, feeling his kiss as he was slowly turning and sucking her.
His lips were cool, while hers were a little hot.
The lips of the two were entangled, and her throat was accidentally stretched, and she opened her mouth when she was almost unable to breathe.
At that moment, it seemed like the world was falling apart.