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MO Xiuchen’s eyes flickered slightly, handing her the comb, he said, “Alright,
I’m going to take a bath now. You should blow dry your hair.”
The unspoken implication was, ‘shall we sleep together later?’
Thinking this, Wen Ran’s face heated up even more.
Luckily, after giving her the comb, MO Xiuchen turned around and headed for the bathroom, not noticing her blushing face.
Wen Ran tried to dismiss her wild thoughts, picked up the hair dryer and began drying her hair. The sound of the hair dryer drowned out the sound of running water from the bathroom, and gradually, her thoughts became calm again. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ NoveI-Fire.ɴet
Just as she finished drying her hair and turned off the hair dryer, she heard MO Xiuchen’s voice from the bathroom. “Wen Ran, can you please get me some shorts? This towel is wet.’
Wen Ran’s face changed, only then did she remember that she had accidentally knocked the towel from the shelve, wetting it.
The peace in her mind that she had fought so hard for, was thrown into chaos again.
A trembling “ok” escaped her lips, she placed the hair dryer back onto the dressing table, rushing into the wardrobe, opening the cabinet and pulling out a pair of dark shorts.
She walked to the bathroom door, which was then opened from the inside, revealing MO Xiuchen’s tall figure standing behind the door, revealing his handsome features, his hand reaching out, clean and slender.
She dared not look up, and handed over the shorts. Whether it was her letting go too fast, or MO Xiuchen being too slow to receive them, the shorts fell straight to the ground.
She let out a small “ah”, bending down quickly to pick them up for him. The strong scent of body wash mixed with a man’s scent filled the bathroom, which, combined with her confusion, made her forget the door was small. As she stooped down, she hit her head on the door. In the bathroom, MO Xiuchen’s eyes changed slightly, and he quickly opened the door.
One hand on her sore head, the other holding his shorts, Wen Ran raised her head to hand them to him, but what met her eye was not MO Xiuchen’s handsome face.
Her already reddened face violently turned scarlet!
MO Xiuchen moved his gaze from her beet-red face to her chest. Earlier, when she was staring at his lower part, he didn’t lose out. Her nightgown was very loose, his view was unobstructed.
The sexy contour of his throat moved up and down. Suddenly, he moved a step closer, grabbing her wrist. Wen Ran’s mind was in chaos, trying hard to find an explanation. Suddenly, her wrist was caught, his scorching heat was like a branding iron on her wrist, making her body shake heavily.