Thinking of what the book taught, Lu Zhiyan blushed and loosened her collar a little, revealing her Adam's apple and fair collarbone.
Su Ping was searching the room for a possible location to place a camera when she suddenly heard a noise behind her.
Turning around, I saw that Lu Zhiyan had come out after taking a shower.
Lu Zhiyan noticed her gaze, his face flushed slightly, but he stubbornly straightened his back.
He absolutely couldn't let Pingping know that he couldn't do anything; he didn't want her to look down on him.
Su Ping's gaze fell on his still dripping hair, and she couldn't help but frown.
Doesn't he know that hair needs to be dried? How can he sleep with wet hair?
Lu Zhiyan noticed that she was staring at him and knew he should take the initiative, but before he could make a move, she had already walked towards him.
For a moment, he could hear his own heart pounding, and thinking about what might happen next, he felt a little nervous and a little...
As Su Ping drew closer, his mind gradually went blank, and all that remained before his eyes were her beautiful eyes.
He couldn't help but swallow.
The next second, Su Ping grabbed his arm and pulled him outside.
Lu Zhiyan was stunned for a moment, but still obediently followed in her footsteps.
But shouldn't that kind of thing happen in the room? Pingping, could it be that you want to…
The moonlight isn't very bright tonight, probably because it's blocked by clouds.
Wouldn't it be a bit too thrilling to do it outdoors?
Thinking of this, Lu Zhiyan suddenly felt a little nervous. This was his first time. Did he really have to go outside?
Su Ping pulled him into a cubicle next to the bedroom and stopped.
"You're too tall, squat down."
Shall we begin?
Lu Zhiyan obediently squatted down, hesitated for a long time, but still couldn't help but ask, "Sister, should we close the door?"
Su Ping was about to grab the hair dryer when she heard him say that, and she couldn't help but frown slightly.
Why do I need to close the door just to blow-dry my hair?
The air from a hair dryer is already quite hot; wouldn't it be even hotter if you closed the door?
"No need, it's fine as it is. It's not cool if the door is closed."
She really does like playing like this...
Lu Zhiyan bit her lip lightly, closed her eyes nervously, and her body was so tense that she looked like she was squatting at attention.
Su Ping couldn't help but laugh out loud. Had he never blow-dried his hair before? How funny!
Hearing her laughter, Lu Zhiyan became even more nervous, and the fingers hanging on his legs gradually clenched into fists.
What will Pingping do to him next?
This is a method he has never learned before. How should he react?
Lu Zhiyan opened his eyes somewhat blankly when a gust of hot air blew on his head.
Did Pingping bring him here just to help him blow-dry his hair?
Thinking about what he had just thought of, he suddenly felt a little ashamed.
At the same time, he felt relieved. If he were really here, he couldn't guarantee that he could perform well and satisfy Pingping.
Lu Zhiyan's hair was a bit stiff, and Su Ping felt it was slightly prickly when she touched it.
Unfortunately, he has a lot of hair, and it took several minutes to get it to about half dry.
As Su Ping continued playing the flute, her gaze suddenly shifted downwards, landing on the skin beneath his open collar.
Is this bathrobe really that big on him?
He's clearly very tall, so it should fit him perfectly. How come it's so much bigger than he is?
Because I was distracted, my finger accidentally touched his ear.
Su Ping felt it was burning hot, and before she could react, Lu Zhiyan trembled first.
The wind isn't that hot, so why are his ears so burning?
When the hair dryer was almost finished, Su Ping turned it off, her gaze shifting uncomfortably from his barely visible chest.
"Alright, you can get up now."
As if waiting for her to say those words, Lu Zhiyan stood up abruptly.
Suddenly, a sentence popped into my head: "Playing the victim appropriately can accelerate the development of feelings."
Thinking of this, he suddenly lost his balance and couldn't help but lunge towards Su Ping.
Just as Su Ping put the hairdryer back on the shelf, Lu Zhiyan pounced on her from behind, encircling her and trapping her between the table and him.
Su Ping leaned back against the edge of the table, her waist pressed against it.
"What's wrong?"
Startled by his sudden closeness, Su Ping's voice sounded somewhat unnatural.
Hearing that her voice had indeed changed, Lu Zhiyan was secretly delighted. It seemed that the book was indeed accurate; he would have to find it and study it properly when he had time.
"My legs are a little numb after squatting for a long time."
The technique of feigning indifference to lure someone in is something he learned from that book.
After saying that, he let go of his hands that were supporting him on the edge of the table and stood up straight.
The atmosphere became a little awkward for a moment. Su Ping tiptoed and reached out to touch his half-dry hair.
"That's enough, let's go back to our rooms and get ready for bed."
Hearing her say that, Lu Zhiyan's heart, which had finally calmed down, started pounding wildly again.
sleep……
After walking a few steps past him, Su Ping realized he wasn't following and couldn't help but turn back to ask, "What's wrong?"
Does he have some kind of OCD that makes him insist on drying his hands? Those last few minutes have already tired her out.
Just then, moonlight shone through the clouds and fell on her small face, making her look like a fairy who had descended to earth.
After a few seconds of internal struggle, Lu Zhiyan walked towards her with a determined look in his eyes.
As he walked, he mentally reviewed the process. Although he understood the general procedure, he had not yet put it into practice.
He'd only ever seen that thing Pingping was talking about in a book; he didn't know how to wear it later...
Why does he look so energetic after blow-drying his hair so late at night? His straight back and the sound of his footsteps on the ground make you think he's marching in formation.
Su Ping yawned and went into the room.
She was a little troubled when she entered the room. Although the bed was indeed quite big, she was afraid that she would kick Lu Zhiyan off the bed while sleeping.
Since there's a blanket on the floor anyway, why don't we just let him sleep on the floor?
But considering that I had invited him to stay at my house, it didn't seem right to let a guest like him sleep on the floor.
Just as she was hesitating, Lu Zhiyan came up behind her and hugged her.
What's going on?
Su Ping froze, and the next second she heard Lu Zhiyan say something awkwardly in her ear.
"Sister, I'm ready."
What's ready?
When Su Ping felt him awkwardly turn her body around and lean closer with his eyes open, she realized that he might have misunderstood.
As he got closer and closer to her red lips, Lu Zhiyan's heart pounded wildly.
Just as they were about to kiss, Su Ping suddenly reached out and blocked his lips.
Lu Zhiyan blinked, somewhat puzzled. Was the procedure wrong?
But that's how it's portrayed in TV dramas, first a kiss, then...
Or is it that Pingping doesn't like such ordinary steps and prefers something simpler and more straightforward?
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