"Wen Huai is here!" Tang Muyan was delighted and quickly opened the door.

The young man had his head lowered. He was wearing a gray casual sportswear with a lazy tone. His long legs were strong, thin and stylish, and his tall figure was very pleasing to the eye.

The sportswear was a little loose and could not perfectly show off Wen Huai's muscular figure, but Tang Muyan had experienced it personally and knew very well that it was made of real material.

She fixed her eyes on the boy's long legs, squinted her eyes, licked her lips, and said silently in her heart, "Gray pants."

Before, Huo Ning always liked to look at those young boys wearing gray pants. Whenever she saw them on the street, she would whistle at them. She looked down on them at the time and said that Huo Ning was not serious.

Now, she understood why Horning liked to see little boys in gray pants, "so tempting, so tempting."

Tang Muyan couldn't help swallowing.

Lu Huaichen twitched the corners of his mouth hidden under the mask. He really couldn't imagine that Tang Muyan was such a person at heart.

If only she had thought the same way when they were having sex before their divorce.

When someone was coveting his beauty, Lu Huaichen took out a black ribbon from his pocket and handed it to Tang Muyan.

Tang Muyan was stunned for a moment, then pouted, "Ah? Are you going to cover your eyes again?"

'Why doesn't he just wear a mask?'

An idea came to Tang Muyan's mind, and she raised her eyes with sparkling eyes, "Wen Huai, you are not wearing..."

Lu Huaichen interrupted, "Sister, I can't wear a mask on my face for a long time. It won't heal easily and will make things worse."

Still want to wear an eye patch? Wishful thinking.

After saying that, Lu Huaichen raised the ribbon in his hand again, and Tang Muyan had no choice but to take it and put it on reluctantly.

'Then you should recover quickly, I want to see you.'

After confirming that Tang Muyan had taken off her mask, Lu Huaichen mustered up the courage to raise his head.

At the entrance, she seemed to be wearing only a bathrobe, with the cleavage slightly open, revealing her delicate and upright figure. Her hair was not dry yet, and a few drops of water slid down her neck into her lapels, arousing my imagination wherever it passed.

Looking downwards, he saw a pair of beautiful legs slightly close together, straight and slender. Before the divorce, he loved that pair of beautiful legs the most. When they held his waist, it felt particularly ecstatic.

She actually came to open the door dressed like this? She didn't have any precautions at all?

If the person who came today was not him, would her appearance have been seen by other men?

Does she really think other men are as determined as he is?

Lu Huaichen clenched his back teeth. If that was the case, he didn't mind digging out the man's eyes.

Tang Muyan raised her arm and randomly hooked the fabric on his clothes, and by chance, she grabbed his belt.

Her waist loosened and her belt came loose.

Lu Huaichen's breathing became heavy, she looked so seductive.

Before touching the rope, Tang Muyan did it unintentionally. She had no sense of direction and could only grab it casually.

But when she realized that it was the boy's belt, she deliberately pulled it back a little.

'Just a little.'

Lu Huaichen listened to her entire mental journey, and at this moment he really wanted to teach this ignorant little woman a lesson.

"Sister?" He raised his voice again, crisp and clear.

"Hmm?" Tang Muyan responded pretending to be ignorant.

'He won't find out, will he?'

Lu Huaichen, "I'll help you in."

Tang Muyan replied blankly, "Okay."

She secretly laughed, "Maybe he didn't notice it."

Lu Huaichen hooked Tang Muyan's waist, picked her up, closed the door, and walked straight forward.

Tang Muyan screamed, her fingertips loosened, and the belt slid down.

"What are you doing?" Tang Muyan said angrily, and subconsciously put her arms around Lu Huaichen's neck.

"You scared me to death, couldn't you tell me in advance?"

Lu Huaichen took in her cute and naive look. He raised his lips, with a faint smile in his deep eyes.

He placed the little person in his arms on the sofa and said, "Sister, we're here."

Then he stepped back, heading in an unknown direction.

Feeling the fresh scent of the boy fading away, Tang Muyan stretched out her hand to grab the air, but did not touch the boy at all. She suddenly said, "Wen Huai, where are you going?"

Not far away, a young man's gentle voice came, "I'll go find a hair dryer for my sister. Her hair isn't dry yet."

He always spoke softly, which always gave Tang Muyan the feeling that she could also be carefully cared for.

"Um."

'He is so warm. Apart from his own brother, no other man has ever been so kind to him, and no one has ever blow-dried her hair.'

'It was money well spent.'

Tang Muyan sat there obediently, feeling a warm feeling in her heart.

Tang Muyan's apartment is not big, with two bedrooms and a living room. She bought it secretly without Lu Huaichen's knowledge when she got married, and he was not aware of it.

Lu Huaichen found the hair dryer after less than two turns. When he came out, Tang Muyan was smiling, with her eyes covered, looking a little silly.

Lu Huaichen laughed softly, but he didn't expect that the woman had very sensitive ears. She heard it and frowned, "What are you laughing at?"

'Do I look funny now?'

"It must be because of the eye patch. I wouldn't have worn it if I had known."

Tang Muyan put the blame on the eye patch, "Why not just take it off? I won't mind him even if he's ugly."

'It doesn't matter if he's ugly, but you can't make me ugly.'

Tang Muyan has always cared a lot about her image.

Then, she secretly stretched out her little hand and was about to tear off the black ribbon.

Lu Huaichen noticed it, and immediately stepped forward and held Tang Muyan's hand, "I just feel very happy."

Tang Muyan didn't move, a little confused, "Happiness?"

'How can you be happy?'

Lu Huaichen started talking nonsense seriously again, "I feel very happy at this moment."

He laughed at himself, "If it weren't for my sister, I wouldn't know which guest I would be accompanying right now."

Tang Muyan naturally leaned in his arms and rubbed her wet hair against him, "Don't think about that anymore, blow dry my hair quickly."

"good."

In fact, Tang Muyan didn’t really want to blow-dry her hair, she just wanted him not to think about it.

Lu Huaichen fixed the hair dryer. The wind from the hair dryer was not very strong. It blew softly and warmly on her head. With Lu Huaichen's gentle technique, Tang Muyan sighed in comfort. "You blow it so comfortably? Who taught you?"

When Lu Huaichen heard this, his fingers paused and his dark eyes glanced at her.

Who taught him? Who else but her?

Before they divorced, Tang Muyan often volunteered to blow his hair, and she was always so gentle and soft.

Lu Huaichen asked her why her movements were always so gentle?

She smiled and replied, "Because it's for you."

Looking back now, it always seems a bit ironic. He thought Tang Muyan loved him, so she was so cautious, but in fact it was just a trick to deceive him.

"My ex-girlfriend." Lu Huaishen's voice deepened.

Actually it was his ex-wife, but he wasn’t lying, it was all the same thing.

Tang Muyan wouldn't believe what his ex-wife said.

"This boy has actually been in a relationship before!"

"That's right. It's normal to have a relationship when you're 19. I also had a crush on someone when I was 19."

Someone else? Who?

Lu Huaishen frowned slightly.