Then the two of them walked to Jun Moran's home. Jun Moran's home was a large bungalow in an upscale community, but the community had good privacy and the environment was also good.
As Jun Mo Ran reached the 16th floor, the elevator door opened. Qing Yao then realized that it was a single-family elevator. Jun Mo Ran opened the door, bowed gently to Qing Yao and said, "Please."
Qingyao also followed Jun Moyan into the house openly. Just as she was about to change her shoes, Jun Moyan said to Qingyao, "It's okay, come in. The housekeeper is here to clean up."
Hearing this, Qingyao took off her shoes at the door, walked in with her wet socks on, and asked, "Excuse me, where is the shower room? I want to wash up." Jun Moran pointed to a room and said, "Here." Hearing this, Qingyao followed Jun Moran's guidance and went into the shower room.
After Qingyao finished her shower, she remembered that she had no spare clothes, and now she didn't even have a bath towel. She called out softly, somewhat awkwardly, "Excuse me, are you there?"
The voice was a little low, but the room was very quiet, so Jun Mo Ran heard Qing Yao's words. He also thought of Qing Yao's embarrassment, and then opened his cabinet, took out a clean new bath towel, and stood at the door and asked: "Is it convenient now? I got you a bath towel. I only have spare bath towels at home, no bathrobes. I have asked someone to send clothes, and they will be here soon. Put on the bath towel first."
Qingyao pushed open the bathroom door, opened it a little, reached out to take the bath towel handed to her by Jun Moyan, and wrapped herself in it.
Just as Jun Moran was about to go out with his freshly washed wet hair, Qingyao's sudden appearance disrupted his steps before he could even leave the bedroom door.
I saw his bath towel wrapped around Qingyao's devilish figure, revealing a pair of white and straight comic legs, and the collarbone of his upper body was big enough to hold something. With slightly wet hair, the whole person looked like a lively and messy beauty.
Jun Moran's ears turned slightly red when he saw this scene. Qingyao said, "Do you have a hair dryer? I want to dry my hair."
Jun Moran came to his senses and immediately turned around and said, "Wait a minute, I'll get it for you." Then he walked to the drawer in the living room, took out the hair dryer and a new towel and walked into the room.
At this moment, Qingyao was sitting in front of the dressing table, fiddling with her slightly wet hair. Seeing Jun Moyan come in, she whispered, "Give it to me."
Jun Moyan stepped forward and said, "This is a new handkerchief. Dry your hair first, and then blow dry it with a hair dryer." He then plugged in the hair dryer, placed it on the dressing table, and handed the handkerchief to Qingyao.
When Qingyao took the towel, she leaned slightly to the side, causing the towel to loosen accidentally, revealing a bit of white skin.
Jun Moran took a look and quickly turned around and said, "Sorry, I'll go wash up first." Then he hurried to the shower room where Qingyao had just gone to take a shower.
While taking a shower, Jun Moran couldn't help but think of the scenery he had just seen. He suddenly felt as if something came out of his nose. He wiped it with his finger and found it was blood.
Jun Moran couldn't help but smile bitterly, then he tilted his head back, let the blood flow back from his nose, and then rinsed his body with water.
Qingyao looked at Jun Moyan's fleeing back, chuckled, then turned around and wrapped herself in the bath towel again. Then she used the new towel that Jun Moyan had just given her to dry her hair, and turned on the hair dryer to blow dry her hair.
When Jun Moyan came out and put on his pajamas and saw Qingyao, he remembered that there was a strange woman in his room.
However, seeing Qingyao sitting in front of her dressing table and blowing her hair, Jun Mo Ran had the illusion that she was his wife.
Jun Mo Ran shook his head and laughed at himself for being ridiculous. Then, he took out a set of clothes from his closet, went to the guest room next door, changed into them, took out a set of new Chinese-style clothes, and went to the shower room to change into them.
At this time, the person who brought clothes to Qingyao also arrived. Jun Moran took the bag handed over by the other party, then returned to the room, put the bag next to Qingyao, and said to Qingyao: "This is your clothes, I'm going out first."
Without even giving Qingyao a chance to speak, he quickly turned around, strode out of the room, and walked straight to the living room, where he sat down steadily. You know, although the place he lived in was just a spacious bungalow, the layout was unique. In the huge house, only one room was used as a bedroom, and the rest of the space was cleverly transformed into a variety of unique functional rooms. Not only that, there was only one bathroom, and it happened to be the room he and Qingyao had just shared. Because of this, Qingyao was changing clothes in the room at this moment, and he had no choice but to go to the living room and wait patiently.
Not long after, there was a gentle sound of a door opening. Jun Moyan's gaze flickered almost unconsciously towards the entrance. Instantly, a stunning figure came into view—Qingyao, dressed in a pristine white cheongsam, slowly approached. With her graceful steps, her skirt swayed like a dancing fairy, revealing a pair of slender, straight, and white legs that drew attention. Looking up, the tailoring of her bodice perfectly emphasized her curvaceous figure, with her full bust being particularly striking. Her long, lustrous black hair, gently pulled back with the matching jade hairpin, cascaded down her cheeks, adding a touch of gentleness and allure. Qingyao, now a cheongsam beauty, stepped gracefully from the pages of an ancient and elegant painting, exuding a captivating charm in every gesture.
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