Xiaoxiao tugged at the corner of her mouth and yanked off the towel covering half her face. Staring at the man sitting lordly in front of the dressing table, she felt a flare of annoyance that quickly turned into a smile as she leaned in...
He was the boss, what he said goes...
It was Xiaoxiao's first time drying Zisu's hair. His hair was very dark and thick, but not particularly long – and it suited him perfectly...
Pretending it was unintentional, she kept bringing the towel to Zisu's face, once, twice, without him saying anything. But when the towel brushed his handsome face again, Zisu suddenly turned his head, furrowed his brows tightly, and stared at her unyieldingly, as if he could strangle her with his glare...
Xiaoxiao chuckled awkwardly and tossed the towel aside, picking up the hairdryer with a smile, "Time to blow dry..."
Zisu, however, curved his lips mischievously, "Hold it steady. If you accidentally burn me, prepare to sign up for disability benefits..."
