When he stopped talking, Lan Xixi became anxious again, stopped being happy and looked at him weakly:
"Or...you don't forgive me, you just want that? Let me make it up to you in that way?"
Bo Zhanye's lips twitched, he really wanted to pry open her brain and see what was inside.
But looking at her innocent and scared look, he couldn't help but tease her:
"So what? You let me down for more than a month. Shouldn't you use one month's labor to make up for your forgiveness?"
It’s really like that!
And it will take a month!
Lan Xixi's little face was instantly embarrassed. It wasn't that she didn't want to, it was mainly because this kind of thing was used as an exchange and she didn't like it that much.
But if you think about it carefully, it's not too much for him to still be willing to deal with her and give her a chance.
She simply pursed her lips and gritted her teeth: "Okay, then you can do it. The bedroom, dressing room, or bathroom will do."
After saying that, he closed his eyes and made a gesture of letting everyone pick what he wanted.
Bo Zhanye looked angry and funny. The long-term anger, anger, depression, and gloom all disappeared. He bent over and picked her up, and put her on the dressing stool in the bedroom:
"Blow drying your hair."
"Oh, don't you...that?" Lan Xixi opened her eyes with a curious look on her face.
Bo Zhan Ye looked down at that innocent and ignorant look, leaned down, looked at her from a very close distance, and said word by word:
"I didn't take the initiative to talk about this matter, but you took the initiative to ask over and over again, why, we haven't seen you for a long time, so you want me to want you so badly? Huh?"
Dull, low, and profound.
Lan Xixi's little face turned red: "No! I'll dry my hair, you go away."
She hurriedly went to get the hair dryer.
‘Ah!’ However, the left hand he used was involved in the wound, and he screamed in pain.
Bo Zhanye frowned, reached out to take the hair dryer from her hand, and looked at her palm with a look of pity. Fortunately, there was no bleeding:
"Why are you so stupid?"
Although the words of criticism are scolding, they are more concerned.
The tip of Lan Xixi's nose felt sour. For some reason, she liked his care and concern like a child.
She pursed her lips and hugged his strong waist: "...I am so stupid that I almost lost you. Bo Zhanye, don't leave me, okay?"
Her movements were too sudden, and her words sounded like she was crying.
Bo Zhanye narrowed his eyes, pursed his thin lips, and finally said nothing. He turned on the hair dryer and dried her hair.
The sound of the hair dryer was a bit loud, but his hands were soft and gentle.
Lan Xixi didn't know what his answer was if he didn't speak. For fear of making him angry, she quietly hugged his waist and waited for him to blow.
At this moment, his body temperature and his breath were so charming, comfortable, and reassuring.
Normally, Lan Xixi feels that blow-drying her hair takes a long time, and she doesn't like blow-drying her hair the most, but this time it ended before she could fully enjoy it.
Seeing the man's slender and beautiful hands putting the hair dryer on the dressing table, she was afraid that he would leave, so she still hugged him tightly.
Bo Zhanye raised his eyebrows slightly: "When did you become so clingy?"
She wasn't like this before, and she would be shy and shy even if I took the initiative to hug her.
Lan Xixi didn't care: "If you don't forgive me, I will stick to you. Anyway, you saved the face and skin of the person I almost died."
Bo Zhanye: "..."
What can be said?
This kind of her is simply unstoppable.
He spoke calmly and rationally: "Lan Xixi, sit down and we will explain the problem in detail."
serious.
Sure enough, he didn't forgive her.
Lan Xixi's heart was in her throat again, what was he going to say?
No matter what you say, you can't escape.
She reluctantly let go of him, followed him to sit on the sofa, and took a deep breath: