Chapter 53 Chapter 53 Huh? This hard?

Jiang Weihe dried herself, changed her clothes, and then walked out of the bathroom while drying her hair.

When the results came out, she was startled again by Song Muyan standing by the wall.

"No, brother, what are you doing?"

What's with you standing against the wall? You're leaning against the wall right where I'm going to open the door. You're really trying to scare me.

If people scare others, they will scare them to death! 】

Song Muyan heard Jiang Weihe's inner voice and turned around to see a Q-version Jiang Weihe glaring at him angrily. There was a small white soul flying in the air above its head, swaying back and forth, as if it was scared out of its soul.

It's really cute.

Song Muyan smiled and said, "I'm waiting for you to come out. I want to take a shower too."

"Didn't you just take a shower?" Jiang Weihe was shocked.

Didn't they all shower before the Q&A session? They're already showering after coming downstairs to do a Q&A session? Are they that obsessed with mysophobia?

"Those questions are too tricky. They make me sweat." Song Muyan said without blushing or beating his heart.

【I don't believe you! 】

Jiang Weihe's face was full of disbelief, but she couldn't refute anything, after all, it was someone else's business while taking a bath.

Jiang Weihe could only silently move aside to allow Song Muyan to go in and take a shower.

Jiang Weihe watched Song Muyan pass by her, and then watched him close the door.

With a bang, the door was closed in front of her.

Jiang Weihe curled her lips.

[Not even a greeting.]

She complained in her heart, but didn't really mind it, so she went to find a hair dryer to blow dry her hair.

What she didn't know was that Song Muyan was forcing himself to walk into the bathroom. He almost fell as soon as he entered the bathroom. Fortunately, he held onto the sink with his hand and didn't fall directly to the ground.

…

Song Muyan took a shower, massaged his waist with ointment, and then applied the plaster before leaving the bathroom.

At this time, the painkillers finally took effect.

He could only feel a dull pain, which was much better than the pain of broken bones just now.

He slowly opened the bathroom door and walked out, only to see Jiang Weihe sitting on a chair with her head tilted back, her wet hair hanging there to dry, while she was holding up her cell phone and looking at it.

Song Muyan only needed to look at the Q version of Jiang Weihe next to him, covering his face with his hands and showing his eyes between his fingers, to know that Jiang Weihe was reading a difficult novel again.

Song Muyan walked over and saw the hair was still wet. He took the towel that Jiang Weihe was using to wipe her hair and said, "Why isn't your hair dry yet? Let me help you dry it?"

Song Muyan's sudden shout made Jiang Weihe shudder.

She was reading a novel seriously just now, so naturally she didn't notice that Song Muyan had already come out of the shower.

[Oh, what's going on? He keeps scaring me. What did he just say? He wanted to help me dry my hair? Huh? He's such a troublemaker, he's always trying to take advantage of others.]

"Okay, you can help me blow dry my hair. My hands are so tired that I don't want to lift them up to blow dry my hair."

Jiang Weihe pointed at the hair dryer that she had plugged in but was too lazy to use.

Song Muyan smiled and worked tirelessly to dry Jiang Weihe's dripping hair with a towel. After the dripping was stopped, he picked up the hair dryer to blow Jiang Weihe's hair.

As a result, Song Muyan's craftsmanship...

[You absolutely cannot open a barber shop.]

"It's so hot, why do you keep blowing on this?"

"Ouch, it hurts. Why are you blowing so hard? I'm almost beaten to death by my own hair."

"Can you do it, Song Muyan?"

…

Jiang Weihe complained repeatedly.

Song Muyan didn't complain at all. He just followed Jiang Weihe's instructions and slowly adjusted himself. He really became more and more proficient in playing the flute.

Jiang Weihe could finally enjoy Song Muyan's hair drying comfortably, and then concentrate on reading the novel.

When Song Muyan saw the Q version of Jiang Weihe with her legs crossed and Ge You slumped on the sofa, he knew that she was comfortable.

Song Muyan also laughed.

…

"Ahhhh! Song Muyan, please don't be so spoiled."

"Jiang Weihe, you have no idea what kind of pain he has endured to be able to stand in front of you calmly and even blow dry your hair."

"After seeing Song Muyan fall to the ground and struggle to get up, and then seeing him smiling as he blow-dried Jiang Weihe's hair, I really felt sorry for Song Muyan."

"I can see that Song Muyan's love for Jiang Weihe must be very deep."

"Those who are favored are always fearless. This is what Jiang Weihe is talking about."

"We've found the reason why Jiang Weihe did this."

"Hey, but I really want Jiang Weihe to know that Song Muyan has really sacrificed a lot for her."

"Song Muyan doesn't want her to know. There must be a reason. We have to respect Song Muyan's opinion."

"But now Jiang Weihe really has no idea what Song Muyan has done. What he does even hurts Song Muyan a lot. I feel sad when I see Song Muyan like this, let alone Song Muyan himself."

"If Song Muyan really felt wronged and hurt, he should have explained it to Jiang Weihe a long time ago, so it still depends on Song Muyan's own opinion."

"No matter what we say, it's useless. They have to live their own lives as a couple."

"No, you're talking as if you have a say in this. If we post something here, no one will see it."

"Hahahaha, sister, you've revealed the truth."

…

There was a heated discussion in the barrage, and finally the conclusion was that their discussion was meaningless.

Meanwhile, Song Muyan had also finished drying Jiang Weihe's hair. As he put away the hair dryer, he said, "Go to bed early and lie down on the bed."

"I understand, Dad." Jiang Weihe responded reluctantly, then got up and lay down on the bed, but was reluctant to put down his phone.

Song Muyan also went to the other side and lay down, then raised his hand and took the phone from Jiang Weihe's hand: "The production team should take your phone away, otherwise you won't sleep."

"Eh?" Jiang Weihe was watching with great interest when his cell phone was snatched away. He was so angry that he rushed over to grab the phone.

Song Muyan stretched his arm holding the phone directly out of the bed, but Jiang Weihe's arm was too short to reach it.

But the cell phone was like a carrot hanging there, full of temptation to Jiang Weihe. Seeing that she couldn't get it, she climbed onto Song Muyan again, intending to flip over and reach out to take the cell phone.

As a result, Song Muyan used his other arm to hug Jiang Weihe and pressed her against him, making her unable to move.

Jiang Weihe struggled desperately, but couldn't get rid of Song Muyan's arms at all. In the end, she was tired of struggling and lay on Song Muyan, panting and catching her breath.

Seeing this, Song Muyan laughed and said, "Don't waste your energy. Go to sleep."

Jiang Weihe refused to give in, but she was unable to escape from Song Muyan's suppression. However, when she was lying on Song Muyan gasping for breath, she happened to see the armpit on the side where Song Muyan stretched out his arm.

[Hmm, is Song Muyan ticklish? ]

As soon as he heard Jiang Weihe's inner voice, Song Muyan realized that something was wrong, but his actions were not as fast as Jiang Weihe's.

When he retracted his arm and wanted to clamp his armpit, Jiang Weihe's evil little hand was already playing tricks on his armpit.

Song Muyan quickly clamped Jiang Weihe's hand, but Jiang Weihe's fingers were very flexible.

Song Muyan was forced to twist and struggle by this sudden attack, while holding up the phone in his hand and surrendering: "I was wrong, I was wrong."

Jiang Weihe heard it, but Jiang Weihe pretended not to hear it.

Surrender now? It's too late.

Song Muyan knew that Jiang Weihe had found his weakness and it seemed that she would not give up.

He thought about it, then decisively hugged Jiang Weihe and turned around, pressing Jiang Weihe under him, then freed his hand to grab Jiang Weihe's evil little hand.

Unfortunately, even though he grabbed Jiang Weihe's hands, it still didn't hinder Jiang Weihe's flexible fingers.

Unexpectedly, Song Muyan could only grab Jiang Weihe's hands and press them on his head.

Jiang Weihe, who was completely restrained, struggled desperately, but suddenly realized that something was wrong while struggling.

She suddenly widened her eyes and looked into Song Muyan's eyes.

[Huh? It's hard? Is it reacting? Oh my god.]

Song Muyan's ears immediately turned red, but he suppressed his shyness and whispered, "That's enough."

Jiang Weihe nodded quickly.

[I dare not say anything. This is too scary.]

Song Muyan then let go of Jiang Weihe, turned around, and got down from Jiang Weihe.

The two people were lying flat on the bed next to each other, but neither of them noticed what happened.

[Wow, that touch, oh my god...

Men are really so easily reacted, my God.

I won’t dare to do it again. ... really won’t dare to do it next time.

Sleep, yes, I want to sleep, fall asleep quickly.

Hmm, that feeling...

Ah, I'm going crazy.

Brain, brain, you are about to forget...】

Song Muyan was trying to calm himself down, but as he listened to Jiang Weihe's inner voice, he felt himself getting hotter and hotter.

He quickly put Jiang Weihe's phone in front of her and said, "Why don't you read the novel?"

"Okay, okay, okay." Jiang Weihe quickly took the phone as if she had found a life-saving straw.

She turned on her cell phone and continued to read the novel she had been enjoying, but she found that when she looked at the words, they were like tadpoles, swimming around but not entering her brain.

[Pei Jiayu fell into the water...ah, the heroine fell into the water, the hero has to go and rescue her, then they have to make love, the two hugged each other tightly.

Then the heroine's legs will touch that thing, well, will the hero react?

Yes, that feeling is amazing.

How would Song Muyan feel? He should know, right?

Well, he's pretty calm.

If I react at this moment...

That’s not right. I wouldn’t react either. I can’t assume that.

But when I put myself in their shoes, I feel so socially devastated that I really want to dig a hole and escape."

Song Muyan originally put his right arm over his eyes, wanting to turn a blind eye to what was happening, but when he heard Jiang Weihe's inner voice, he couldn't help but move his arm away.

As a result, when he opened his eyes, he saw a Q version of Jiang Weihe digging a hole with a small shovel, and a Q version of Song Muyan was standing in the hole.

Song Muyan: ...￣□￣｜｜

Song Muyan suddenly calmed down and even felt like laughing.

It was at this moment that Song Muyan felt something warm against his left side. This warmth slowly rekindled the anger that he had suppressed, and it was beginning to rekindle.

He quickly said, "Come over here a little."

"Ah?" Jiang Weihe's head was still full of that touch. When she heard Song Muyan's words, she really didn't react at all.