Yukino's apartment, living room.
Just out of the shower, Hoshimi sat on the sofa, lost in thought as he looked at the gray pajamas he was wearing.
This set of pajamas was taken from Yukino's bedroom before she took a shower.
It was evident that Yukino couldn't have anticipated what would happen today, so this set of pajamas must have been prepared by her long in advance.
So the question arises: when did Yukino prepare the pajamas for him? And when she was preparing them, had she already made some kind of arrangement?
As Hoshimi's thoughts began to wander, his expression became increasingly subtle. He looked at the pajamas he was wearing; his previous semi-cautious demeanor slowly faded, gradually shifting towards the courageous and determined hero state.
Just then, the sound of the hair dryer from the bathroom stopped.
Click--!
In the next moment, the bathroom door opened, and Yukino's cool yet shy voice entered Hoshimi's ears.
"Hoshimi, I'm done with the hair dryer. It's your turn to come and blow your hair."
"Oh~ I'm coming~" Hoshimi stood up and walked toward the bathroom.
Seeing this, Yukino prepared to step aside to let him in to blow his hair.
But just as she was moving her feet, Hoshimi quickly took three steps and blocked her inside the bathroom.
"Hmm?" Yukino, her face slightly flushed, looked up at Hoshimi in confusion.
Hoshimi smiled and tilted his head slightly, saying, "Yukino, help me blow my hair."
"..." Yukino raised her hand and poked Hoshimi's chest, teasingly saying, "Can't you blow it yourself? Do you really need my help?"
Hoshimi raised his eyebrows slightly. He grabbed Yukino's fingers, gazing into her eyes, and said with a subtle expression, "Of course I can't blow it myself; I definitely need you to help me to blow it, Yukino."
"Hmm?" Looking at Hoshimi, who seemed full of energy, Yukino felt puzzled. "Didn't you always blow your own hair at home? Why is it suddenly..."
As she spoke, Yukino suddenly realized something. Her pretty face flushed red, and she angrily punched Hoshimi's chest.
"Hoshimi! Can you be serious?! I'm talking about something important!" Yukino raised her eyebrows in a stern expression, her beautiful eyes containing a hint of anger, looking quite authoritative. Unfortunately, the blush on her face, as radiant as a peony, completely ruined her imposing demeanor.
"Hehe~" Hoshimi let out a cryptic laugh.
Then, he playfully brushed Yukino's freshly dried, slightly fluffy black hair.
"It smells so good~ So nice~ Not prickly at all~" Hoshimi kept complimenting.
"..." Yukino rolled her eyes at Hoshimi and snatched her hair back.
She lightly kicked Hoshimi's calf, saying, "Hoshimi! Are you going to blow-dry your hair or not?!"
"Of course I will; why wouldn't I? It's no good to have wet hair," Hoshimi said with his hands at his sides, grinning at Yukino, who was slightly angry.
Yes, he just loved to see Yukino's mildly angry expression. It looked very feminine and was much more pleasant than her usual cold demeanor.
Seeing Hoshimi still standing there grinning, Yukino's anger flared up even more. She pulled Hoshimi into the bathroom. "Come in, I'll blow you!"
As she finished, she didn't forget to emphasize the object of her action, saying clearly, "Blow! Your! Hair!"
"..." Hoshimi stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, smiling without saying a word.
This was the feeling. He had recently refrained from teasing Yukino to the point of anger; he had almost forgotten that she had such a "cute" side.
It seemed that he should provoke Yukino to anger more often, but to the extent that was manageable; he wouldn't want to push it too far...
Even if he could be revived indefinitely, it would still hurt...
"Hoshimi, crouch down a bit." Seeing that Hoshimi was a head taller than her, Yukino pressed her finger against his soft waist in annoyance.
"Hmm?" Hoshimi turned to look at Yukino. "Yukino, what's the point of crouching down to blow dry your hair? It's uncomfortable; why not just sit? Or we could go to your dressing table in your bedroom to blow dry it?"
"..." Yukino looked at Hoshimi with suspicion.
She had reason to suspect that this guy was up to something strange.
So today, she absolutely wouldn't let Hoshimi into her bedroom!
After thinking it through, she pulled Hoshimi's wrist and led him back to the living room.
In the living room, at the sofa, Yukino forcefully pressed Hoshimi down to sit.
"Hoshimi, wait a moment; I'm going to get a power strip."
As she spoke, Yukino headed to the study.
There were sockets in the living room, but they were too far from the sofa, and the hair dryer's cord wasn't long enough, so she needed to find a power strip to connect it.
A moment later, Yukino returned with the power strip. She plugged it in, connected the hair dryer, and sat next to Hoshimi, pushing his waist. "Hoshimi, turn around."
"Oh~" The first plan had fallen through, and Hoshimi obediently turned to face away from Yukino.
Whoosh-----!
Yukino turned on the hair dryer and began to blow dry Hoshimi's wet white hair.
Speaking of which, she actually quite enjoyed drying Hoshimi's hair because his white hair was very smooth. As she brushed it while drying, she couldn't help but feel like she was grooming a big white cat...
"Hoshimi, how tall are you?" Suddenly, as if she thought of something, Yukino raised her voice to ask.
"Me?" Hoshimi was taken aback for two or three seconds, then uncertainly replied, "1.8 meters? Or 1.85 meters? I haven't measured myself in the past year, so I don't know."
"..." Yukino looked at Hoshimi in disbelief. How could someone be so uncertain about their own height?
Such a person was truly remarkable; if not for a good background, someone like Hoshimi would have surely starved to death or been beaten to death, right?
"Hoshimi, let's measure your height after drying your hair." Yukino was still a bit curious about Hoshimi's height.
Previously, when she watched cat videos, she had inadvertently clicked on a website with a very interesting topic discussing the three standards for successful men.
That is, 180, 180, 180—three 180s, with units being centimeters, millimeters, and square meters, respectively. The author didn't explain what these three 180s meant, and she didn't understand it at that time, so she just casually closed the website and went back to watching cat videos.
Only later, as she became closer to Hoshimi, did she understand the true meaning behind these three 180s...
She silently compared Hoshimi to these three standards. For the second 180, Hoshimi slightly exceeded it, but only by a little, which could be overlooked.
For the third 180, she didn't bother to compare; given Hoshimi's financial situation, even if the standard were increased a hundredfold, he could easily meet it.
Not to mention, just his current penthouse residence was over 1,000 square meters; she wasn't exactly sure how big it was, but it certainly wasn't simple.
The second and third standards were fine; now, it was just the first standard that needed verification.
But from her observation, Hoshimi's height should be above 180; they just needed to measure it to see the exact figure.
At the same time, this would also help this incredibly lazy guy measure his own body data.
As for her own intentions, she had no ulterior motives at all.
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