"It's okay, I'm just pretending." Song Wanwan smiled sweetly at him.

"Look how scared you are." Song Wanwan didn't expect Rong Luchi to care about her so much. She couldn't help but feel a little surprised and happy.

"There will always be a chance to deal with you." Rong Luchi walked into the bathroom, took out the hair dryer and walked to the bedside to plug it in.

"Come here!" Although the voice was cold, the action still looked very warm.

Is he going to blow-dry her hair?

Rong Luchi held the hair dryer and motioned Song Wanwan to come closer.

Thinking about what had just happened, Song Wanwan could only be described as still feeling frightened.

"I can just blow-dry my hair myself."

As he said this, he pulled out the plug, looked around, and slipped into the bathroom. In order not to look too embarrassing, he did not close the bathroom door.

Outside the bathroom, Song Wanwan was found blow-drying her hair for a long time. Her hair was still wet, and her hands were obviously tired from holding the hair dryer.

There was a look of confusion on his little face. He was so clever just now, but now his face looked so gloomy.

Song Wanwan's hair is so long that it would normally take half an hour to use a hair dryer at normal speed, but the breeze she brought was just the smallest.

"Buzz buzz buzz~~" the sound of the hair dryer drowned out the sound of Rong Luchi's footsteps.

She felt a lightness on her hand, and a warm palm took the hair dryer from her hand.

Looking up, when did Rong Luchi appear behind her?

"You want to blow-dry your hair until midnight?" A low voice came from above my head.

Rong Luchi was standing very close behind her. Song Wanwan shrank her neck in fear when she felt his presence lingering on her back.

"Uh... the hair dryer is too heavy. My arms are so tired from lifting it." Song Wanwan muttered, looking at the picture in the mirror, feeling a little embarrassed.

The implication is that it’s all the hair dryer’s fault?!

Rong Luchi adjusted the heat to medium level, and carefully dried her hair, blowing it dry in small bunches!

Looking at his serious look in the mirror and feeling his care, Song Wanwan felt very happy, but more uncomfortable.

"Hmm?" Rong Luchi's voice was gentle and doubtful.

“What was it like back then?”

"I only thought you were aloof before." Song Wanwan tilted his head and thought for a while, recalling the "hurt" Rong Lvchi had brought to him recently and comparing it with his before.

"What am I like now?" I couldn't help but feel curious.

"Now, what a bastard."

He blurted it out subconsciously, his expression still vicious as he said it. He was inexplicably mean to her, kissing her casually, and even stripping her naked just now. What else could he be but an asshole?

asshole? !

Rong Luchi frowned and carefully stroked his long black hair.

"What's the jerk there?"

"You are such an asshole~ Humph" He didn't seem to think he said anything wrong.

Song Wanwan probably felt that the atmosphere was too warm and thought that Rong Luchi would not do anything to her, so she acted lawless.

Rong Luchi narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the arrogant little girl in the mirror.

"So, you like me when I'm a jerk?" He lowered his body and whispered in Song Wanwan's ear. His voice sounded like a devil's teasing, and a dangerous aura spread.

Song Wanwan's little body trembled, and she looked blankly at the person who was whispering in her ear.

"Um~~My hair is almost dry. I'm sleepy and want to rest." She immediately put on a flattering face. The atmosphere was so weird that she felt something was wrong.

She immediately turned around and tapped Rong Luchi's shoulder with a little finger, then took small steps, found a gap, and ran outside...

Her face flushed, her heart beat faster, Rong Luchi looked so bad, she was a little scared.

Rong Luchi was not in a hurry. He put it on the hair dryer and walked outside.

Song Wanwan rushed out of the bathroom, then suddenly stopped. Uh, the room is right after the bathroom.

Looking at the super large double bed, Song Wanwan's expression suddenly froze.

This... is this what it means to just escape from the dragon's den and fall into the tiger's den?

"Bang, click!" Song Wanwan looked back and saw Rong Luchi closing the door and locking it.

Then he turned off the lights in the room.

Only a warm yellow wall lamp was left, and then he walked over slowly with long legs,

Every step seemed to be stepping on Song Wanwan's heart, and his steps were elegant with the determination of a hunter.

Song Wanwan stood on the carpet and suddenly couldn't say a word.

Song Wanwan was feeling flustered, her big eyes rolling around.

But Rong Luchi didn't seem to listen to her.

He walked leisurely, with perfect facial features and a mischievous smile on his face. He stared at the little figure who suddenly became timid, and walked closer step by step.

"Rong Luchi." She called his name softly, in an ant-like voice, with a hint of begging in it.

Can we not sleep together?

There was a bed in front and someone behind... Song Wanwan closed his eyes resigned to his fate...

When Rong Luchi walked in, his body felt empty. Song Wanwan pursed her lips, her body tensed, her long hair spread behind her. She spun around, and was gently placed on the soft big bed, then sank deep into the bed.

Song Wanwan was hugged tightly in a broad and warm embrace, facing Rong Luchi's chest without daring to move.

"Go to sleep and don't move." The domineering and forceful voice came from above his head, and Song Wanwan had no choice but to do as he was told.

But they slept in the same bed, covered with the same quilt, and he almost took her out just ten minutes ago. Song Wanwan blinked her eyes and didn't dare to fall asleep peacefully.

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