Mo Xiaoqing winked mischievously, and with a sudden thought, she straddled him, wrapped her arms around his neck, rubbed her face against his, and said softly and coquettishly, "Can you blow for me?"
She hates blow-drying her hair!
Ji Muhan's eyes flickered slightly, her expression indifferent, and she said unmoved, "Blow it yourself..."
You can't spoil this little girl's personality. If you do, she'll become incredibly arrogant!
Although she's not much better off now...
Seeing that her coquettishness and cuteness were useless, Mo Xiaoqing let go of the paw in displeasure. She stopped trying to be cute and coquettish and said firmly with a furrowed brow, "Then I won't blow it anymore. Anyway, it will do it by itself."
She's too lazy to blow-dry her hair; that's how she always does it at home.
"blow."
Ji Muhan was too lazy to say more, and coldly uttered a single word!
Mo Xiaoqing frowned and gave Ji Muhan a particularly dissatisfied look. "I'm not bragging. I said I'm not bragging, and that means I'm not bragging!"
The girl's soft, sweet voice was surprisingly firm.
She muttered in what she thought was a very soft voice, "If I had known there would be so many rules in your house, I would have preferred to stay at home and be free!"
She was so happy yesterday, but she's only been here for a day and he's already interfering in everything, acting like an old housekeeper.
Yesterday I wore a nightgown, and he said it was too short and insisted I change into something else…
She was too lazy to blow-dry her hair today, but he insisted on doing it for her…
Ji Muhan's brow twitched, she paused for a moment, then glanced indifferently at the slightly lowered head, "...I'm really sorry, I've always had a lot of rules."
The implication is that even knowing I have so many rules, they still want to stay by my side, so naturally they can only be subject to my constraints!
"I told you I wouldn't brag." Mo Xiaoqing pouted and lay unhappily on his bed, rolling around and turning the once neatly arranged duvet cover into a mess.
Then she rolled over again, curling herself up like a silkworm, looking incredibly cute...
Ji Muhan's eyes darkened, and she replied indifferently, "No."
Mo Xiaoqing pouted, looking back at him unhappily without saying a word, but an invisible line of words appeared on her forehead: "I won't brag, I won't brag, what are you going to do about it?"
This is just another instance of the spoiled brat taking things too seriously!
Ji Muhan closed his eyes helplessly, pinched the bridge of his nose, and said in a voice that sounded more like he was giving in, "Bring the hairdryer over."
He really didn't know whether he had found himself a girlfriend or a daughter!
Mo Xiaoqing winked mischievously and emphasized again, "I said..." I'm not bragging!
"I'll blow it for you." Ji Muhan interrupted her with a nonchalant look, especially his indifferent eyes, which were a silent warning to her not to push her luck!
Mo Xiaoqing immediately flashed a triumphant smile, but because of Ji Muhan, she didn't dare to smile too openly. She could only purse her lips and try her best to suppress the corners of her mouth that were unconsciously turning upwards. "Where's the hair dryer?"
But her excited voice had already betrayed her!
Ji Muhan flipped through the book in her hand, not even bothering to lift her eyelids, and replied indifferently, "On the wall next to the bookshelf."
Following Ji Muhan's description, Mo Xiaoqing quickly found the hair dryer, took it off without hesitation, and ran back to Ji Muhan's side, handing the hair dryer to him with a happy smile, "Here, you can use it now."
Ji Muhan glanced at her indifferently, "Come here."
Mo Xiaoqing moved over.
Ji Muhan glanced at the same height, and realized he wasn't comfortable blowing it, so she pointed to the spot in front of him and said slowly, "Get a stool and sit here."
Mo Xiaoqing obediently took the small stool from the side and sat down in the empty space next to him.
Ji Muhan's long, beautiful fingers covered the handle of the hair dryer, plugged it in, and turned it on. The hair dryer was pointed directly at Mo Xiaoqing's profile. As soon as she turned it on, before she could even turn the hair dryer around, it made Mo Xiaoqing's hair a mess, like a chaotic dance of demons, with strands flying everywhere.
The scene was truly... indescribable!
Mo Xiaoqing, "..."
She thought to herself with a sly grin, "So, even Ji Muhan has things she's not good at!"
"Ah..." It hurts, it hurts, it hurts...
After Ji Muhan accidentally pulled out three strands of her hair, Mo Xiaoqing felt so heartbroken she wanted to cry. She shouldn't have been so lazy and shouldn't have asked Ji Muhan to blow-dry her hair. The romantic atmosphere she had imagined was completely nonexistent.
Sure enough, the incredibly romantic scenes in novels, like the male protagonist blow-drying the female protagonist's hair, are all fake...
"I'm sorry, I'll be gentler next time."
"...Um, it's okay, Hanhan, you... ah, just don't pull my hair at the back," she said. She had the least amount of hair in that area, and she was always worried that one day it would all fall out and she would become bald, which would really look bad!
Then this beautiful girl will become a bald... beautiful girl...
Just thinking about it is terrifying!
The little girl's soft, sweet voice was still repeating that sentence in a maddening way, "Be gentle... I'm afraid of pain."
This is certainly intriguing...
Ji Muhan's ears turned red without her realizing it, "..."
"Yes, yes, that's it." Mo Xiaoqing squinted her eyes. Ji Muhan had finally found the trick. She no longer needed to worry about him pulling her hair out. The feeling of being pulled so often was just too... indescribable.
"Hanhan, this feels so good. Just keep at this pace." So she said it unconsciously, enjoying it.
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