Keira Leaf cast a charming glance at Joshua Sulliven: "I'm not that desperate."
His slender fingers gently lifted Keira's chin, saying indifferently, "That's good."
Joshua did not take the bath towel Keira handed him, and walked directly to the sofa.
Watching the man walk past her, Keira quickly followed him with her bare feet, "Patriarch, let me dry your hair~"
Joshua didn't nod nor reject her, sitting on the sofa lighting up a cigarette, slightly raising one leg, making Keira secretly curse. Sometimes the world was so unreasonable, like the man in front of her, even when naked, he still looked like a born emperor.
Keira carefully dried his hair with the bath towel, his hair was soft, not rough because of his bad temper.
Joshua smoked and clearly felt the delicate, boneless little hands move through his hair, making him feel quite comfortable.
