"If you keep looking at me like that... I'm going to kiss you."
The girl's soft, sweet voice sounded a little flustered, and her bright, clear, beautiful eyes looked at him.
Qi Luo chuckled inwardly, lowering his handsome dark eyes to glance at the girl's petal-like crimson lips.
Fu Sang felt his heart pounding in his chest with nervousness.
The little darling didn't move.
So that means... you agree?
Suppressing his wildly beating heart, Fu Sang suddenly leaned in and kissed the boy's cool, pale lips.
Qi Luo's pupils suddenly dilated.
He was stunned and didn't react.
Fusang, like a small animal that had done something wrong, shrank back into its own little circle.
"It's not my fault, you just didn't do it."
A tempting blush spread across the girl's fair and beautiful face, her eyes sparkling as she mumbled softly.
"I told you not to look at me... but you forced me to."
Qi Luo snapped out of his daze and looked at the girl beneath him.
A deep, thoughtful glint flashed in his eyes, but his handsome face remained expressionless, his demeanor still aloof.
Fu Sang was terrified.
I couldn't help but let my mind wander.
I feel like I've 'defiled' my idol.
Qi Luo probably won't throw her out, right?
I'm starting to regret my impulsive decision.
Oh, please don't punish me like this!
However.
Qi Luo stood up, turned around, and picked up the black hair dryer.
Then.
The boy's clear and pleasant voice showed no emotional fluctuations.
"come over."
Fu Sang got up from the sofa and obediently followed behind him.
Qi Luo plugged the hairdryer into the socket and glanced at her.
"Come to the front."
Fu Sang blinked and said, "You're going to help me blow-dry my hair?"
Qi Luo looked at her while holding a hairdryer.
Fu Sang quickly ran to the boy.
The room was filled with the hum of a hairdryer, and a stream of hot air blew into her hair.
Although Qi Luo helped her blow-dry her hair, he remained polite and didn't touch her at all.
Her hair was tousled by the hot wind, some strands brushing against her cheeks, and playful wisps of hair curled around her lips.
Fu Sang couldn't help but reach out and comb his hair.
Qi Luo paused, watching the girl's slender, white fingers run through her smooth, black hair.
The girl had soft, smooth black hair, the texture of which was like the finest silk, making one want to reach out and touch it.
Qi Luo's gaze darkened slightly.
It gets a bit hot because the hot air is blowing together.
"Sigh," Fu Sang couldn't help but exclaim.
I turned my head to look over there.
Qi Luo's body acted before his mind, reaching out his well-defined hand to press down on her head.
Turn around.
At the same time, use a commanding tone.
"Don't move."
"..."
Fu Sang obediently stopped moving, his eyes fixed on the white wallpaper.
After a while.
Qi Luo turned off the hairdryer, then stepped aside to walk around her and unplugged it.
Fu Sang turned and watched him walk toward the bathroom.
A moment later.
Qi Luo came out of the bathroom.
Before he could even tell them to leave.
I'm hungry.
Fu Sang looked at him expectantly and asked, "Can you cook for me?"
"..."
Qi Luo is a very good cook, and when he has time, he will occasionally cook for his teammates.
This was the first time a girl had asked me to cook.
"My kitchen will take several days to be repaired. Could you cook for me during that time?"
The girl looked at him sincerely with her beautiful big eyes, her fair little hands nervously clutching the bath towel.
"I'll go buy the groceries, and I can give you the money too, please..."
Such a request is generally not refused.
Qi Luo is an exception.
If it were before, he would have kicked the girl out long ago without any feelings left.
"It's free."
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