Ling Han sat under the air conditioner with his wet hair, looking like he was waiting for it to dry naturally.
Ye Huanyan suddenly couldn't bear it. "There should be a clean towel that hasn't been used yet. I'll go find it for you. You'll catch a cold easily."
Based on Ling Han's temper, she reckoned that he had really taken a shower and did not touch any of the things inside the shower towel.
After rummaging in the bathroom for a long time, Ye Huanyan finally found a pink towel and a hairdryer with a label that hadn't been torn off. Walking out of the bathroom with these two tools, Ye Huanyan suddenly felt a little warm.
"Um, it's better to dry your hair. Come over here, the socket is here."
She stood beside Ji Xiaoyue's makeup cabinet and plugged in the hairdryer. She tested the temperature with her palms and called out to Ling Han with an unnatural expression.
She had never had the chance to be so intimate with Ling Han before, and she wasn't sure if Ling Han would agree. For a moment, she was looking forward to it but also a little nervous.
After a few seconds of silence in front of the sofa, he finally moved a chair over.
His black hair passed through her fingers, leaving a string of wet touch. From her angle, she could see Ling Han's hair, the bridge of his nose, and the soaked shirt on his body. After a button fell off, his wheat-colored chest was stained with fine water droplets that rose and fell slowly with his breathing.
She blushed and hurriedly avoided his gaze.
When the hairdryer reached the left side, she suddenly noticed the two scratches on her neck. The scratches were still very fresh, and a trace of blood was oozing out. She suddenly froze and abruptly recalled the touch of her fingers on her skin at the bathroom door just now, and the sound of him inhaling cold air.
"Are you planning to burn me to death?" Ling Han's voice suddenly rang out. She was so frightened that her hand trembled and she almost dropped the hairdryer in her hand.
While she was in a daze, the hairdryer port had been pointed at the same spot for a long time. She touched her hair and felt that it was hot.
"Sorry, sorry …" She hurriedly apologized.
"I didn't do it on purpose …"
Ling Han's expression didn't change. He looked indifferent and said in a cold voice, "Deliberately trying to kill me with a hairdryer? Your IQ isn't that low. "
She pursed her lips and was momentarily at a loss for words.
She could only stare blankly at the scratch marks on his neck. She felt a little apologetic.
"You should be done …" He raised his hand and touched his hair. He probably felt that it was about time, so he got up and unbuttoned his shirt.
Ye Huanyan's expression changed. She subconsciously glanced at Ji Xiaoyue, who was sleeping soundly on the bed. Her expression was flustered. "You … what are you doing?"
Ling Han frowned. He took off his wet shirt and put it on the back of the chair.
"What are you thinking about? Blow dry it. "
Her face stiffened as she watched him turn around with a cold expression. He wrapped himself in the blanket and returned to the sofa. He closed his eyes to rest, as if he didn't want to bother with her at all.
The sound of the hairdryer filled the entire small apartment. Ye Huanyan didn't know if Ling Han was asleep or not. She secretly looked at him, but she didn't see him open his eyes.
Ling Han closed his eyes. In the whistling sound of the wind, he gradually felt a rare trace of sleepiness. This was the first time he had experienced insomnia. His consciousness was a little hazy. He tried to grab hold of a trace of clarity in his chaotic consciousness, but it drifted further and further away with the whistling sound of the wind in his ears.
In the distance, there was a pure girl in an oversized school uniform. She had neat bangs and a ponytail. Her smile was brimming with the breath of spring. He couldn't forget about her for a long time.
Suddenly, he felt a cold sensation on his neck. He opened his eyes reflexively and grabbed the wrist by his side. He used so much strength that Ye Huanyan cried out in pain. Cold sweat seeped out of her forehead.
Hearing this sound, Ling Han suddenly let go of his hand. Touching his neck, he turned around and asked coldly, "What are you doing?"
The ointment in Jin Yan's hand fell to the ground. There was still a trace of shiny, transparent ointment on her index finger. She took a deep breath to ease the shock she had just received. She said aggrievedly, "Your neck … I wanted to apply some ointment for you, but you were asleep, so I didn't wake you …"
The woman in front of him had red eyes and looked very aggrieved.
Ling Han lowered his hand from his neck and felt a hand full of ointment. It was sticky and disgusting. He took two pieces of tissue paper in disgust and wiped his hand clean. He exhaled impatiently. "Couldn't you have woken me up?"
Ye Huanyan's expression froze. She lowered her head and looked at the ointment on the carpet. Her breathing was heavy.
Seeing that he was sleeping soundly, she didn't have the heart to wake him up. She thought that if she was careful, she wouldn't wake him up. She didn't expect that not only did she wake him up, but she also hurt her wrist.
"I'm sorry …"
When this aggrieved voice fell into Ling Han's ears, he felt a little helpless. He lowered his head and picked up the ointment and handed it to her. "You're already awake. What's the use of saying this? You should finish what you started."
Ye Huanyan was slightly stunned. She hesitated and took the ointment from his hand. She was a little incredulous.
She didn't know why Ling Han had changed during this period of time. It seemed to have started after the day she drowned. She guessed that it might have been because something had happened to her, and he realized how important she was. However, after that day, he asked her to move back to the old mansion. His flippant attitude made her feel very uneasy. She couldn't understand why.
His sudden appearance tonight made her very surprised. Perhaps no matter what, at least he had her in his heart.
Only a fool would believe that he had coincidentally appeared at Ji Xiaoyue's place, right?
She rubbed the cold ointment from her index finger and spread it evenly on her neck. It seeped into her skin, and the burning pain was relieved. Ling Han was a little surprised by the effect of the ointment, but he didn't show any expression on his face.
After the ointment took effect, he felt the warmth of her fingertips. When she touched his skin, there was a trace of numbness that gradually spread. He couldn't help but turn his head. The corner of his eyes swept over her cheeks. Her lowered eyebrows were pure and sweet. Her thick eyelashes were slightly trembling. Her lips were tightly pursed, as if she was a little nervous. Even her breathing was very soft.
He unknowingly turned a lot more. His hot breath brushed past her cheeks. She was suddenly startled. She raised her head, but her eyes met his. In that moment, she was a little dazed. It was as if she saw a scene of stars shining for her.
Her forehead rubbed against the tip of his nose. Her nose swept across his lips. These subtle touches were enough to make her tremble. Her heart was in turmoil.
A trace of warmth suddenly fell from her lips. It was as if she had been caught off guard and fell into a sweet trap. She panicked and didn't know what to do.
But he was at ease and felt her thoroughly.
The back of her head rested on the narrow sofa. Her chest was tightly pressed against his broad chest. She was violently moving up and down. He kissed her deeply and wantonly. He was overbearing and warm. He crushed her bit by bit and stuck to her again. He swept her into a gentle storm, making the world spin.
She didn't dare believe that this was real. She thought it was a dream, and even hoped that it was a dream.
Because even if she woke up from a dream, she wouldn't feel heartache if she didn't have it. But after reality turned cruel, all that was left was emptiness.
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