"Hey..." Han Qiqing sighed heavily and sadly.
How could she forget
You should put on pajamas to wash your hair first, and then change clothes after washing your hair.
Han Qiqing was a little depressed and inexplicably troubled.
She sat on the bed, morosely wiping her hair with a towel, wondering whether to dry her hair first and then change clothes, or to change into clean clothes first and then dry her hair.
It seems like you should blow dry your hair first, right
Normal inference suddenly failed at this moment.
I don't know what's going on in my heart, like a cat making a mess of yarn, unable to find the end, and feeling indescribable irritation.
This feeling of irritability has been haunting her like an evil ghost these past few days and cannot go away.
Knock knock—
Han Qiqing didn't hear the knock on the door.
Knock knock—
The second time she knocked on the door, Han Qiqing, who was wiping her hair, still didn't hear it.
There was no third time, because people from outside pushed the door open and entered.
The person who came in had a pair of cold eyes and saw her frown at a glance.
The towel Han Qiqing was wiping her hair was suddenly snatched away.
She was startled, and when she raised her head, she ran into a pair of deep and cold black eyes.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
Han Qiqing's reaction was half a beat too slow, "No, it's nothing..."
The towel was placed back on her head.
Feeling the force of his gentle wiping, she fell into a trance.
He asked, "Where's the hair dryer?"
Han Qiqing raised her eyes and blinked before saying, "In the drawer..."
He pointed to the drawer of the bedside table.
He bent down to get it. After plugging in the hair dryer, he inserted his slender fingers into her smooth blue hair.
The whirring sound of the hair dryer is a bit hypnotic. Han Qiqing sat cross-legged on the bed, a little embarrassed, but didn't ask him to stop.
At this time, the phone rang, and she didn't even come back to her senses. Her mind was on the fingers above her head.
Suddenly, the hot wind above my head stopped, and his voice said, "The phone rang."
The phone was thrown in front of her.
Han Qiqing lowered her eyes and saw Song Shijun's name on the caller ID.
She quickly picked up the phone and answered the call.
"What? I'm drying my hair."
In fact, my hair was blown.
There was a slightly noisy voice from Song Shijun, as if he was outside, asking her, "Are you okay? I'm almost at your house."
Han Qiqing said in surprise, "I'm not recovered yet, why are you here so soon?"
Song Shijun said, "It's okay to stay at home anyway, so hurry up."
"I know, I know." After saying this, Han Qiqing hung up the phone. She raised her dark eyes and looked sideways at her brother behind her, her cute eyes seeming to tell him to continue.
The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, as if he was smiling.
The sound of the hair dryer sounded again, the warm air returned to her head, and the movement of his slender fingertips.
Han Qiqing closed her eyes in enjoyment.
It felt so good to feel someone's pain. The lingering irritability seemed to be blown away by the hair dryer at this moment.
She rolled her eyes and couldn't help but think of the dinner party a few days ago. She opened her mouth to ask something, but stopped talking.
Suddenly, she sat up straight and asked another sentence, "Brother... uh, didn't you go to the company today?"
He replied quietly, "It's the weekend."
Han Qiqing said with a smile, "I'll go see a movie with Shijun later. It's a newly released American blockbuster. Brother, do you like watching American blockbusters? Do you want to go watch it together?"
At this time, the hair dryer above my head stopped.
"A date?" he asked, his voice rising slightly.
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