The two were clearly some distance apart, but Mu Xiaoxiao felt like there was a warm breath gushing at her chest, arousing the sensitivity of her chest as her skin turned slightly pink.
She instinctively stepped back. Blushing, she said, "No need. I'll do it myself!"
With him staring at her chest like this, it felt so weird.
"Can't I just help you blow dry it? What's there to be embarrassed about?" Yin Shaojie stretched out his arms and pulled her back.
"I told you I'll do it myself!" Mu Xiaoxiao panicked and pushed his head.
"Weren't you very obedient just now?" Yin Shaojie stared at her, his brows furrowed as he looked at her puzzled.
Hearing that, Mu Xiaoxiao subconsciously retorted, "Why do I want to be obedient! I don't want to be obedient. Give me the hair dryer."
Yin Shaojie thought what he heard sounded quite familiar, and he couldn't help but narrow his eyes. "Are you remembering something again?"
