"Xie Jingrun, you can't turn back, please don't!" Rong Qingqing said anxiously, and quickly ran to the wardrobe, took out two more dresses, and ran back behind the screen.
As she quickly put on her clothes, she peeked out and watched Xie Jingrun's movements warily.
Seeing that he hadn't moved at all, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
To be honest, although Xie Jingrun could sometimes make people grit their teeth in anger, he was still a gentleman in some ways.
She felt relieved.
Xie Jingrun stood facing the door, listening to the rustling sound of clothes being put on behind him. His handsome face was gloomy, his hands hanging at his sides were clenched tightly, and a thin layer of sweat beaded on his smooth forehead.
He felt that time had become unusually long and agonizing.
Just as his patience was about to run out, the girl, with her long, wet hair, stood in front of him.
With her long hair flowing freely, her face appeared even smaller. Because she had just taken a bath, her delicate face had a fresh and beautiful look, as if it had been washed clean.
In her haste, she hadn't even had time to dry her hair; water dripped from the ends and onto her dress, quickly soaking it. Even the front of her dress was wet. Because she was wearing so little, and the dress was made of very thin fabric, her snow-white skin was faintly visible...
Xie Jingrun's eyes were dark as he stared at her with suppressed anger, his voice unusually hoarse, "Rong Qingqing, is this how you treat your guests?"
Upon hearing this, Rong Qingqing quickly looked down to check herself and discovered that her clothes were soaked by her wet hair.
But she was dressed neatly, and nothing was showing.
Did Xie Jingrun, that jerk, really have to react so strongly?
As she was grumbling to herself, suddenly, a black cloak was thrown at her, and she instinctively reached out to catch it.
"Put it on quickly," Xie Jingrun urged impatiently.
Rong Qingqing didn't think there was anything wrong with her, but she still wrapped the cloak around herself as instructed. She had something to say to Xie Jingrun and didn't have time to worry about such a small matter.
"My lord, beside the Emperor..." She had only uttered half a sentence when the man, without her noticing, turned around, grabbed a cloth, and suddenly covered her head, rubbing it vigorously a few times.
"Rong Qingqing, as a woman, how can you be so slovenly?"
The man's voice, filled with utter disgust, reached my ears.
Rong Qingqing blinked and muttered: Isn't this guy being too nosy?
She coughed lightly and reached out to take the cloth from his hand, but his movements suddenly became gentle. He scooped up her wet hair, wrapped it in the cloth, and wrung it out forcefully.
She was completely stunned, staring at the man's handsome face, which was as cold as ice, and forgot to react.
He remained expressionless throughout, yet his movements were paradoxically gentle.
She remained silent for a long time before finally finding her voice.
“My lord, I can do it myself.” She reached out again, trying to take the cloth from his hand, but accidentally her hand landed on the back of his hand instead.
Xie Jingrun paused, looking down at her.
Rong Qingqing was taken aback, immediately withdrew her hand, and explained with a flushed face, "I didn't mean to."
Xie Jingrun pursed his lips before speaking, "It's alright." He continued to dry her wet hair.
Rong Qingqing glanced at him discreetly and saw that his face remained calm and expressionless, showing no sign of anything amiss. She secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time felt a little annoyed.
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