Xu Qingluo listened to the sounds outside the door getting farther and farther away, and then there was a steady sound of footsteps approaching, with the pace and strength of the walking being very even.

Boom boom boom........

Every footstep struck Xu Qingluo's heart. Xu Qingluo's breathing changed. She knew that the footsteps were from Zhou Yuheng.

The footsteps became heavier and heavier, and then stopped outside the door. The next moment the door was opened and Zhou Yuheng walked in.

Xu Qingluo quickly stood up from the dressing table. She had already taken a shower. Her black hair fell on both sides of her shoulders like a waterfall, and her cheeks were still flushed from the shower.

Zhou Yuheng looked at her. Xu Qingluo pursed her lips, holding a comb in her hand, and stood there at a loss.

Zhou Yuheng closed the door and walked over. Xu Qingluo blinked, and then Zhou Yuheng's big hand pressed her shoulders and made her sit on the stool.

Zhou Yuheng took the comb from her hand and stood behind her to comb her hair. Xu Qingluo's eyelashes fluttered as she looked through the mirror on the dressing table at the man who was combing her hair carefully.

It would be a lie to say she wasn't nervous, but she really liked Zhou Yuheng's cold look and extremely gentle actions.

She was a person who liked to be taken care of, and every time Zhou Yuheng took care of her, he was always domineering and gentle.

Zhou Yuheng combed her hair and put the comb on the table. When he bent down, the smell of alcohol on his body made Xu Qingluo subconsciously shrink back.

After seeing her actions, Zhou Yuheng lowered his eyes, then picked up his pajamas and pants beside him, turned and left.

Xu Qingluo looked at him. Zhou Yuheng stopped at the door and said, "I'm going to take a shower."

Xu Qingluo realized that he seemed to be reporting his whereabouts to her, and then pursed her lips and nodded. Zhou Yuheng left after receiving her nod.

After everyone left, Xu Qingluo quickly covered her chest. She was older than Zhou Yuheng and had seen many big scenes.

But in the end, Zhou Yuheng's aura made her feel a little breathless. At this moment, Xu Qingluo also had a new understanding of Zhou Yuheng.

No matter how many grand scenes she had witnessed, no matter how many famous young men she had met, she was still dwarfed in front of Zhou Yuheng, a man who had seen blood.

Xu Qingluo slapped his face, then took off his shoes, climbed onto the bed, and looked eagerly towards the door.

This was the scene Zhou Yuheng saw when he came in after taking a shower. Xu Qingluo was sitting on the bed, hugging the quilt, looking at him with eyes like a deer.

Zhou Yuheng sighed, locked the door and walked over, then sat down on the bed and wiped his hair. Xu Qingluo looked at him, then walked up to him, snatched the towel from his hand, and wiped his hair.

Zhou Yuheng paused for a moment, then put down his hands and let her hands play around on his head.

Neither of them spoke. Xu Qingluo wiped him carefully, and after drying him, she handed him the towel. Zhou Yuheng casually put the towel on the chair next to him.

"Qingluo."

Zhou Yuheng suddenly called her, and it was the first time he called her name in this way. Xu Qingluo looked over and saw Zhou Yuheng and her eyes meet. In the end, Zhou Yuheng lost.

Zhou Yuheng opened the wardrobe and took out an iron box for her. Xu Qingluo opened it and quickly put a passbook and some small change in it.

"This is?"

"The money I saved."

Xu Qingluo opened the passbook and took a look. There were actually 5,760 yuan in it, as well as 100 yuan in cash and some meat and grain coupons.