On the way back, Xing Mingming heard that Wen Zhaonian was going to meet Li Tangyan's grandmother the next day, so she started running around talking about what to prepare.
Li Tangyan initially wanted to refuse, but within minutes Xing Mingming told them not to disturb her and sent them both back to their room to wash up.
When Li Tangyan came downstairs again, she saw that several bags had appeared on the sofa next to the living room.
Li Tangyan's lips twitched, just as Xing Mingming walked out of the kitchen.
Xing Mingming waved to her, then pointed to the location of Wen Zhaonian's room and said softly, "Ayan, I cooked some food. Why don't you call Zhaonian down with you? His father is already asleep, so there won't be any for him."
"The three of us..."
"Eating it secretly."
"..."
Hearing these words, tinged with secret delight, from Xing Mingming for the first time, Li Tangyan felt a sense of novelty and couldn't help but want to laugh.
But in the end, he held back and forgot about the bags he had just seen, then turned around and went back upstairs.
Li Tangyan stopped in front of his room, raised her hand and knocked on the door. She waited for Wen Zhaonian's voice to answer from inside before pushing the door open and going in.
At that time, Wen Zhaonian had just come out of the bathroom.
Her freshly washed hair was still dripping water from the roots, then running down her neck, eventually seeping into her dark loungewear and deepening its color.
He seemed to still have a faint trace of moisture clinging to him. As he looked up, the corners of his eyes lifted slightly, revealing a sexiness unlike his usual self: "What's wrong?"
Such a scene was rarely seen, so much so that Li Tangyan was momentarily stunned and didn't react.
Then, as Wen Zhaonian walked towards them step by step, his closed lips finally moved.
At the same time, my face started to feel hot.
"The teacher cooked some food and told us to go downstairs."
After saying that, she coughed lightly, trying to cover up her momentary lack of composure due to being seduced by his good looks.
Just as she was about to turn and leave, her gaze involuntarily fell on his half-wet hair.
Li Tangyan hesitated for a moment, then pointed to the hairdryer on the table: "Why don't you dry your hair first, so you don't catch a cold? I'll wait for you downstairs."
However, before she could make a move...
Wen Zhaonian called Li Tangyan back to her, then picked up the hairdryer and walked toward her.
After standing in front of Li Tangyan, he raised his hand and held the hair dryer in front of her.
His narrow eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the lingering blush on Li Tangyan's cheeks, a fleeting, almost imperceptible hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.
"Could you... help me out?"
"???"
Until the power was turned on, I could hear the occasional buzzing sound coming from the hairdryer in the air.
Li Tangyan had no idea when Wen Zhaonian had led her into this mess.
However, as her fingertips ran through those soft strands of hair, Li Tangyan thought about it again and realized that the feeling wasn't so bad.
Thinking of this, her round almond-shaped eyes unconsciously curved into two beautiful crescent shapes.
The change in her facial expression was observed by Wen Zhaonian, who was sitting obediently on the bed, facing him.
A glint appeared in his dark eyes, and then he raised his hand and grabbed Li Tangyan's wrist.
His voice was languid, and his touch on her wrist was somewhat casual: "What are you thinking about?"
The hand that was suspended in mid-air paused for a moment as Wen Zhaonian moved.
Upon hearing this, Li Tangyan lowered her eyes and then met Wen Zhaonian's gaze as he looked up at her.
Focused and absorbed.
She gazed at her reflection in those dark eyes.
In a daze, Li Tangyan had already put the hair dryer she was holding aside.
Then, following Wen Zhaonian's action of grabbing his wrist, he bent down slightly.
As he leaned closer, he heard Li Tangyan chuckle softly.
His words carried a hint of cunning: "I'm thinking about whether or not to ambush you."
After she finished speaking, her light pink lips covered his.
In a flash, he prepared to get up and leave.
However, just a second before leaving, Li Tangyan felt a weight on the back of her neck.
Before long, the familiar scent filled the air and became strong again.
After a soft panting sound, Li Tangyan heard Wen Zhaonian's voice again.
In a low, hoarse voice: "This... is what you call a sneak attack."
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