Qiao Nian glanced at him with a probing look.
Ye Wangchuan had a clear and lazy face, as if he didn't feel her gaze on his face. He leaned over and pulled her back: "Come here, I'll help you blow dry your hair."
Before he came in, he said he would help Qiao Nian blow dry her hair, but due to the delay of going back and forth, it took almost half an hour and she still hadn't blown her hair dry.
Qiao Nian, however, touched the ends of her hair that were almost dried naturally, and said nonchalantly, "It's okay, let it dry naturally."
Then she looked at someone's face for a moment, thought about it and said, "Aunt Yuan has an untouched rough stone, which is very suitable for a gift."
She remembered that Yuan Yongqin had told her that the raw stone of mutton-fat jade was of a size and shape that was very suitable for making small accessories.
Wen Ruxia is also an acquaintance of her.
Since she has decided to go after being invited so many times, she might as well go empty-handed.
Ye Wangchuan heard the hidden meaning in her words and nodded, but said nothing: "If you want to send it, then send it."
"Really?" Qiao Nian glanced at him again.
Ye Wangchuan curled his lips and leaned back slightly, with a kind of nonchalant arrogance and nobility: "Who made me a gigolo?"
Look, he didn't say he was angry, but there was no part of his body that didn't show that he was angry.
Qiao Nian rubbed his brows and said helplessly: "I don't even know the person you are talking about."
He just told her that Wen Ziyu liked her.
She had no idea.
"It's enough that people know you." Ye Wangchuan half-closed his eyes, his beautiful eyes reflecting the light from the window, and he still looked nonchalant and indifferent.
He didn't know why he blurted out that sentence, but when he came to his senses he had already said it.
Qiao Nian was annoyed and irritated by him. She stood up and moved away. She turned around and took a step, then turned back. Suddenly, she leaned over and bit his thin lips hard, leaving a tooth mark. Then she raised her head and glared at him fiercely: "You usually attract a lot of bees and butterflies."
Ye Wangchuan felt a stinging pain on his lips, and for just a moment, it was like an electric shock, the current flowing upward from his coccyx. He leaned there motionless, his long legs crossed and stretched, and his neck exposed, as if to let Qiao Nian bite it at will.
"when?"
"What do you think?"
"I can't remember."
"… "
Qiao Nian narrowed her eyes, feeling as if a stone was pressing down on her heart and making it hard for her to breathe. The more she thought about it, the more annoyed she became. She simply lowered her head and bit his neck and collarbone twice more.
This time she used a little more force and gritted her teeth before letting go, moving some distance between them and looking at the crimson mark blooming on his collarbone.
Only then did I feel a little relieved.
The anger in my heart also dissipated.
Qiao Nian raised her hand and tried to pull up the cap, but found nothing. She slowly put her hand down, her pretty eyes and eyebrows were quite annoyed. She reached out and patted the back of his hand: "Okay, I won't see you off. I'll listen to you."
It was rare for her to change her mind after making a decision, but this time he really forced her to change her mind.
Qiao Nian was not used to the feeling of being controlled by others, but he was not so disgusted or annoyed. He just let out a breath and stopped dwelling on this trivial matter.
"By the way, what time tomorrow?"
"Seven o'clock."
Ye Wangchuan raised his hand and touched the place where his collarbone was bitten. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and the arc was quite obvious. He didn't know if he was possessed by a ghost just now. How did he go from teasing her to really arguing with her about whether he gave her a gift alone
(End of this chapter)