Wen Xinya came out of the bathroom wearing a light blue suspender pajamas, only to find Si Yiyan sitting in her room, picking up the "Mengxi Notes" that she often read and reading it carefully.
He was wearing a light blue shirt and beige casual pants. His graceful figure sitting there had a slender and strong vigor, as if he was standing between heaven and earth. He was neither humble nor arrogant, and he exuded a leisurely and elegant temperament.
Wen Xinya subconsciously glanced at her light blue silk pajamas, and felt an inexplicable ambiguity slowly lingering in her room. Her face turned red for no reason, and she glared at Si Yiyan and said, "Why are you in my room? Get out, I want to go to bed."
Si Yiyan casually clipped the bookmark on the table to the page that Wen Xinya had read before, put the book on the desk, and then looked up at her. She was wearing a light blue suspender skirt pajamas, revealing her white and graceful neck. The slender lines on her neck were amazingly beautiful, and her beautiful ribs were shaped with perfect bone beauty, as if it was the most perfect masterpiece of God. Her chest was smooth and plump, emitting a jade-white luster under the light.
His gaze moved down to where she was slightly curling up the dumplings for the two of them, and the smile in his eyes suddenly deepened.
"What are you looking at, you bastard!" Feeling his gaze on her chest, her young face turned red. She subconsciously covered her chest with her hands and glared at him: "Although it's a little small, I'm still young and growing. It will grow to 34B in the future."
In her previous life, she was 34B. Although she couldn't compare with those big breasts, she was still pretty. Wait... What is she talking about? Why did she have to tell him this
Wen Xinya's tender little face flushed red all of a sudden. She felt so ashamed that she wanted to bite off her tongue. It was so embarrassing that she was embarrassed to the point of being embarrassed to her grandma's house.
"Yes! I know you are still young and will grow bigger. Try to grow to 34D." Si Yiyan's lips blossomed with a beautiful smile and his eyes were full of smiles. He looked at Wen Xinya with doting.
For women, 34 is a number that represents mystery, sexiness, elegance and charm. 34D is the most perfect body curve for women. The beauty of a woman's body is not measured by size, but by perfection... Her bones are perfectly developed, and she can be expected to have a graceful and perfect figure in the future.
"What does it have to do with you whether I am 34D or not?" Wen Xinya was so angry that she said sarcastically, "Oh, Mr. Si even knows that 34D is the most perfect body proportion for oriental women. It seems that you have done a lot of research on this!" Then she glared at her and spit at her, mocking her, "You are so perverted and bad!"
Si Yiyan looked at Wen Xinya meaningfully and said with a smile: "I haven't studied other people's, but you..." As he spoke, he looked her up and down: "I have been studying it since the first day we met."
"Bah! Obscene!" Wen Xinya was so angry that her face turned red and she stomped her feet and cursed. She felt that she was crazy for being alone in a room with a vulgar guy like Si Yiyan to discuss women's physical development issues: "Get out now, who allowed you to come into my room casually?"
Si Yiyan laughed softly: "I didn't just barge in casually. Aunt He asked me to bring the dessert to you."
In fact, it was He's mother who was going to serve her dessert, but he happened to pass by, so he took over the job from He's mother.
Wen Xinya held her forehead with her hand. Mother He always liked to prepare midnight snacks, and she also loved to make desserts. She had been in the Mo family for almost two months, but she had already gained a lot of weight. If she continued like this, she would die of obesity.
Seeing her staring at the dessert on the table in annoyance, Si Yiyan probably understood her thoughts. In fact, he didn't approve of girls eating dessert at night. He wasn't afraid that she would gain weight, but he thought that eating too many sweets at night would affect the quality of sleep: "Mother He made it anyway. If you don't eat it, she will be unhappy, but..."
Wen Xinya asked, "But what?"
Si Yiyan smiled and said, "If someone really doesn't want to eat, I can do it for them. Anyway, the desserts are all eaten, and Mother He doesn't know who ate them."
Wen Xinya's eyes lit up, and she quickly said, "Okay, just finish this bowl of dessert, and I will forgive you for running into my room in the middle of the night."
"Okay!" Si Yiyan picked up a bowl of dessert on the table and finished it in just three or two bites.
Wen Xinya actually knew that Si Yiyan didn’t like sweets very much, and he seldom ate the snacks made by He Ma.
Si Yiyan looked at the hair that was still dripping with water, stood up, picked up the hair dryer and said, "Come over here, I'll blow dry your hair for you!"
"Oh! Okay!" As soon as he said that, Wen Xinya felt a cool wetness on her vest, and the hair behind her head felt a little wet and annoying. He was willing to help her blow-dry her hair, so she was naturally happy to be lazy.
Si Yiyan turned on the hair dryer and adjusted the temperature. Then he scooped up the hair that she had put behind her head and blew it carefully.
Although it was a silent hair dryer, there was still a faint sound coming out, a low whimpering in her ears, like a summer breeze, bringing gentle warmth and being very comfortable.
She could feel Si Yiyan's fingers threading through her hair. His movements were very gentle, not hurting her at all. She could even feel that she was being cared for and pampered by him.
The thought of cheating startled her slightly, and she quickly drove the thought out of her mind.
The warm atmosphere flowed quietly, Si Yiyan whispered: "Next time, remember to blow dry your hair after washing it. Sleeping with wet hair is not good for your health. Not only will you catch a cold easily, but it will also make your scalp numb and painful, and you will also have headaches and dizziness."
Wen Xinya explained subconsciously: "I don't often sleep with wet hair, I just forget sometimes."
Si Yiyan said seriously: "Not even sometimes."
Wen Xinya couldn't help but pout and said, "Hey! Why are you so overbearing? If you can't do it, then you can't do it!"
Her hair had been blow-dried, and Si Yiyan's fingers gently threaded through her hair, feeling the smooth and soft touch. His whole body and heart seemed to be entangled and bound by her long black hair.
"Have you blown your hair dry?" Wen Xinya asked in a low voice.
"Well, done! It's already late, you should go to bed early." Si Yiyan took his hand away from her hair, and there was emptiness between his fingers, which made him feel a little lost.
Wen Xinya looked up at him, took a deep breath and smiled: "Thank you!"
Si Yiyiyan nodded, turned and left her room, walked to the magnolia tree in the yard, and watched the light in her room suddenly go out. His heart suddenly tightened, and he subconsciously raised his head and put it to his nose to smell it. There was still the lingering fragrance of her hair in his palm, fresh and elegant.