Chapter 18 Damn old-fashioned!
The face in the mirror looked like a cooked shrimp, and the steam was the hot air coming out of her forehead.
Ming Zhao immediately splashed cold water on his face.
She is really abnormal.
It must be because I haven’t seen Zhou Tingyun for too long. Yes, that’s definitely the case.
After finding a very convincing reason, my burning cheeks finally cooled down.
She thought that we should communicate more and express our feelings.
So when Zhou Tingyun came out of the bathroom, he saw a pink object lying on his bed playing with his cell phone.
It wasn't too surprising. Ming Zhao was the type of person who needed company, especially in a place she was not familiar with.
Brushing past her dangling calves, Zhou Tingyun looked at the ends of her hair, which was still dripping with water, and said, "Blow your hair dry before playing."
Ming Zhao was too lazy to quickly spread it into a pancake, "Help me blow it."
It is easy to use.
Zhou Tingyun took the hair dryer and sat down on the edge of the bed.
He raised his hand and took off the hair drying cap on her head, gently passed it around her hair to avoid tearing it, then wrapped it around the ends of her hair and pressed it a few times to absorb moisture.
Ming Zhao cooperated very well and simply moved over and lay on his lap, thinking that this would make it easier for Zhou Tingyun to help her blow dry her hair.
The girl's entire upper body was pressed against his legs, warm and soft, catching him off guard.
Ming Zhao's home clothes all come with bra pads, because she feels that this way she doesn't have to wear underwear at home, which is troublesome and too restrictive.
But even through a layer of sponge.
Human beings’ dirty imagination is the most uncontrollable. Even if we are blindfolded, we can still feel touch and fragrance, and can sketch a picture with just a few strokes.
Especially for men, who think with their lower body.
Zhou Tingyun said in a deep voice, "Ming Zhao."
"What?" She didn't even raise her head.
Zhou Tingyun felt that it was necessary to talk to her again. He patted her on the back and said, "Sit down first."
The tone was a little cold, Ming Zhao reluctantly put down the phone and sat up.
During the movement, the shoulder strap slipped off again.
Ming Zhao frowned, feeling troubled. His old shoulders were really slippery.
The psychological suggestion in the bathroom was sufficient. She pulled it up quite naturally without blushing or beating her heart. She even had time to think about whether she had lost weight due to not adapting to the climate abroad.
He didn't notice at all that the slightly undulating edge under his collarbone caught Zhou Tingyun's eyes.
How could there be lychees in the north city in late autumn?
If you peel the lychee slightly, you will see a little bit of crystal clear flesh. When you bite it, you will find it sweet and juicy.
The sunken mattress rebounded slightly. Ming Zhao watched Zhou Tingyun get up and leave. Before he could react, his eyes went dark.
A coat was worn over his head.
“……?”
The man said calmly, "Put it on."
Ming Zhao was a little confused and didn't know what was wrong with him, but he knew how to read people's expressions. Seeing that his face looked normal, he did as he was told.
However, things did not get better.
The girl's hair was wet, with a few strands sticking to the sides of her face, making her skin look even colder and paler. Her bright eyes were slightly upturned as she looked at him innocently.
The black shirt was loose, completely covering the pink nightgown, but it made the well-proportioned, slender white legs even more eye-catching.
It's like a mountain monster from somewhere.
He looked away, at the ends of his hair where drops of water still remained, soaking the dark color.
"I should have told you there are differences between men and women," he said.
?
Here it comes again.
Ming Zhao hated this tone of his the most.
Are all men like this? Why didn't he mention the gender difference when he called her "baby, darling" before, but suddenly when she turned 18, he started to think about the gender difference?
It's really incomprehensible!
Ming Zhao thought speechlessly, feeling that he was the kind of annoying parent who was caring and concerned about the child at first, but immediately cut off the living expenses as soon as the child became eighteen; who strictly prohibited premature love in high school, but immediately urged marriage as soon as the child graduated from college.
His face, still stained with crystal water droplets, was wrinkled.
"If you don't want me as your sister anymore, just say it directly. There's no need to beat around the bush."
Zhou Tingyun didn't know why she had strayed from her thoughts again.
"Even siblings should keep a certain distance from each other after they become adults."
Besides, they are not.
Even though he could accept some intimate contact because of Ming Zhao's dependence and pampering, the situation just now was not optimistic.
Ming Zhao didn't want to hear that, so he simply got out of bed and said, "Forget it."
Still not convinced, he muttered something in a low voice.
"There are so many things to do, Gu He will definitely be willing to help me."
…The air was silent.
She knows best how to make Zhou Tingyun angry.
Meeting the man's calm gaze, Ming Zhao felt guilty for a moment and wanted to run away immediately.
Next second.
His waist was stopped and he fell back onto the bed.
The man's force was not strong and the mattress was soft enough so Ming Zhao did not feel any pain.
But he looked down from above, and when their eyes met, the danger alarm started beeping like crazy.
Ming Zhao tried to struggle to get up in a panic.
"Don't you want to blow-dry your hair?" Zhou Tingyun said in a gentle voice.
The girl stopped moving and was stunned for a moment.
Huh? Is the crisis over just like that?
I was still in a daze when I saw him sit down and pat his thigh, "Come up."
wrong.
...Zhou Tingyun can't be so easy to talk to.
She retreated and laughed awkwardly, "Brother..."
"Don't dawdle."
Ming Zhao swallowed his anger and lay back silently.
Zhou Tingyun glanced at her and lifted her up.
Her lower abdomen was pressed by her thighs, and the inexplicably familiar posture gave her an ominous feeling.
"You--" She was about to get up.
Snap——
There was a crisp sound, neither light nor heavy.
! ? ! Ming Zhao's pupils were shaken.
My mind went blank and I was stunned for a few seconds.
After realizing what was happening, his face instantly turned red.
"Zhou! Ting! Yun!!!"
Is he crazy!
Ming Zhao struggled violently, but Zhou Tingyun grabbed her wrists behind her back with one hand and held her down easily.
She was anxious and couldn't move her hands, so she bit her thigh.
The man didn't even frown, but Ming Zhao didn't hold on for long before his mouth started to feel sore.
He waited patiently for the man to calm down and let go.
"Are you still not listening?" His tone was calm.
“…”
Ming Zhao bit her lower lip tightly. She had never felt so humiliated in her life! Her entire body, from her ears to the back of her neck, was red. She felt anxious, ashamed, and angry.
This person is absolutely insane, a heinous criminal, inhumane, and a pervert! She's already 21!
"Now you know you're twenty-one?"
Seeing that the girl had finally calmed down, Zhou Tingyun picked up the hair dryer and brushed the ends of her wet hair. "Zhao Zhao, what did I just tell you?"
Ming Zhao was pinned down on his legs, his face buried in the quilt, only his soft, thin ears, which were so red they were almost bleeding, were exposed.
She gritted her teeth, and the sound came out muffled.
"Zhou Tingyun, you're dead. I'm going to tell Mommy, you... you actually..."
She couldn't even say it!
"Well, tell Mom, let her know that her precious daughter is going to do something charitable to help the poor, and she asked a man whose company's market value is not even 40 billion to hold her and blow dry her hair, and then she got beaten."
“…”
"I, this, is, lying down!"
"Is there any difference?"
At this moment, both of them were angry.
The girl's shoulders, neck and arms were all a faint pink. The buttons on her collar were ripped open, revealing her small shoulders. The straps had long since loosened and fallen off, but her two slender wrists were still held in his palms, unable to struggle.
Zhou Tingyun had a sullen face and was determined to teach her a lesson, but he did not forget to help her pull up her shirt and close it, and pulled the thin blanket next to her to cover her legs.
Then he put the phone in front of her and released one of her hands.
"Hit me now."
How could she fight?
Not to mention how embarrassing it is to get spanked at the age of 21, the damn old-fashioned guy is in full control of her education, and her mommy only says perfunctorily, "Darling, remember to listen to your brother," and then hangs up the phone!
However, before she could lose her temper, the phone screen lit up.
——Video call from Mommy.
“…”
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