allonlinenovel Chapter 728 The thin fabric felt scorching hot at this moment.
Chapter 728 The thin fabric felt scorching hot at this moment.
Time passed unnoticed as it approached nine o'clock. The night outside the window grew quieter and brighter, and the stars in the sky converged into the Milky Way, creating a magnificent blue masterpiece.
"Click".
The bathroom door opened, and Zhou Yi quickly finished washing up and tidying up before coming out.
Wenren Chen looked over.
She wore a light pink, puff-sleeved, court-style nightgown, her long, wet hair cascading down her back. Because she had washed in a hurry, water droplets still clung to her collarbone and slid down her snow-white skin...
"Sir, I'm done washing, you can go wash now."
Zhou Yi hurried over, looking very nervous.
I was worried he would catch a cold.
Wenren Chen looked at her fair skin, moved his fingertips, took down his phone, and stood up.
Zhou Yi came up to him and looked at his soaked shirt with a worried expression: "Sir, please go to the bathroom. I've put all my clothes in there."
Wenren Chen raised his hand and placed it on her hair and face. He lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on her damp hair: "I'll blow-dry your hair in a bit."
After saying that, he let go of her and went to the bathroom.
Zhou Yi stood there, stunned.
The gentleman was blow-drying her hair.
Watching that departing figure, she looked at her own hair. She had a lot of hair, and it took her a while to dry it after washing it.
She was worried that her husband would catch a cold, so she didn't blow on him, but simply wiped him down and came out.
The ends of her hair are still dripping wet.
Zhou Yi looked at the little guy, who was already asleep on the bed. Even with the warm orange light on in the room, he slept soundly and was completely undisturbed.
Zhou Yi quietly went to the dressing room, took out a dry towel, and sat down on the bed to quietly dry her hair.
She dried her hair slowly, and by the time her husband finished washing up and came out, her hair should be much drier.
She can go to the bathroom to blow-dry her hair then; it will dry quickly.
The night was quiet and long, and the whole village was also quiet, being gazed upon affectionately by the Milky Way.
In the bedroom, Zhou Yi quietly dried her hair, while the sound of running water came from the bathroom. In the still night, everything became gentle and peaceful.
After an unknown amount of time, the bathroom door opened, and Wenren Chen came out after washing up.
Zhou Yi heard the sound and looked over, then took the towel and walked towards him with a smile: "Sir, you can rest first, I'll just blow-dry my hair."
She shouldn't let her husband blow her air; he should get some rest.
After saying that, Zhou Yi took the towel and went to the washroom.
but.
Her waist was embraced, her body pressed against his warm chest, and his strong arms led her to the restroom.
Zhou Yi paused for a moment, looked at Wenren Chen, and saw a face that looked like it had been sculpted under the orange light.
He will do what he says, and he won't change his mind.
Zhou Yi felt a warmth in her heart and said softly, "Sir, I can blow-dry my own hair, it's okay."
As she spoke, she looked at the little one on the bed and said, "Yuyu needs someone to watch over her."
Wenren Chen said, "Nothing will happen."
He led her into the bathroom and closed the door.
Seeing that he really wanted to blow-dry her hair, Zhou said, "Sir, I'm really fine. I just dried my hair with a towel, so it dries easily. You go and rest. I can blow-dry it in a few minutes, it won't take too long."
Wenren Chen took the hairdryer, plugged it in, and then led her to the washbasin. He stood in front of her, facing her directly.
In an instant, the two were almost touching.
The thin fabric felt scorching hot at that moment.
For some reason, Zhou Yi didn't dare to look at him anymore. She felt a little flustered and subconsciously turned her face away and took a step back.
But there was a washbasin behind her, and when she stepped back, her lower back hit the washbasin.
There was no way to retreat.
Zhou Yi felt nervous, her fingers gripping the washbasin. She looked helplessly at Wenren Chen: "Sir, I..."
Wenren Chen stared at the face that had momentarily flinched in front of her, and she became flustered and uneasy.
It seemed as if it sensed something.
He turned on the hairdryer, set the temperature to medium, and instantly, a whooshing sound filled the bathroom.
Zhou Yi's voice trailed off.
Wenren Chen raised his hand, his fingertips landing on her thick, damp hair. The heat from his breath dispelled the slight coolness.
Zhou Yi stared at him, completely stunned.
When she was little, her grandma would dry and blow-dry her hair. As she grew older, she started blow-drying it herself. She can do these things by herself.
She did many things herself when she was very young, as long as she was capable of doing them.
Otherwise, Grandma will be very tired.
So she was very independent from a young age, doing her own thing and not bothering others.
But now, sir, the hand that held the pen and the documents is now resting on her hair, gently and carefully drying it...
His eyes were fixed on her hair, his fingers running through it.
However, this was the first time he had done something like this, and his movements were very stiff.
But his gaze was focused, his deep eyes holding her hair, seemingly more important than the contract worth hundreds of millions.
Zhou Yi's heartbeat calmed down, and her breathing seemed to disappear. At this moment, she seemed to have forgotten everything. She could only see him, gazing at his face, which looked better than a movie star under the bright lights.
The wind was blowing and the heat filled the bathroom.
This large mirror clearly reflects the scene in front of the washbasin.
The petite girl, dressed in a large nightgown, leaned against the sink, her fingers gripping the surface, her body slightly tilted back, out of nervousness and fear.
Standing in front of her was a tall, imposing man wearing a bathrobe that clung to his body, revealing his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and exceptionally well-proportioned physique.
And on this perfect figure is a face favored by God, with full three-dimensionality, chiseled features, and every stroke is an ultimate visual shock.
He lowered his head slightly, gazing at the person he had imprisoned in front of him. The light from the lamp fell on his face, vaguely revealing his sharp features.
It was full of plunder.
The bathroom fell silent.
Even though the wind was blowing continuously, it was eerily quiet inside.
Zhou Yi stared blankly at Wenren Chen's face, lost in thought.
Wenren Chen dried her hair meticulously, from the initial coolness of his hands to the current warmth.
The heat traveled from her hair to his fingertips, and he moved his fingertips slightly, entwining them with the soft strands of hair.
Zhou Yi's heart was pounding, thump, thump, thump, a very steady rhythm, but something was different.
It's different from usual.
The heartbeat was clear, tapping against her heart, one beat after another.
She could hear it clearly.
Normally not.
At that moment, her steady heartbeat vibrated in her ears, not erratic, but instead, she began to panic.
I don't know why.
Her large eyes flickered, and she saw the scene before her. He looked down at her, his eyebrows arched and his eyes deep and dark, quite different from before.
It was as if the deep, dark night enveloped her, threatening to engulf her completely at any moment.
Zhou Yi's heart started racing instantly, pounding so hard it felt like it was about to burst out of her chest.
She lowered her head, not daring to look at him.
but.
"hiss……"
A pain shot through her scalp, and Wenren Chen frowned, loosening the strand of hair that was wrapped around her fingers.
He put down the hairdryer, his arm resting on her waist and back, and in an instant, Zhou Yi fell into his arms.