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I was hoping to soak him into a drenched chicken.
Mu Jingxi's brows furrowed deeply as he sat on the sofa. Qiao An flung the towel aside, "Come and help me blow-dry my hair."
"Ms. Qiao doesn't have hands?"
Mu Jingxi stepped into the bedroom and closed the door behind him.
Qiao An raised her injured wrists, her face filled with outrage, "I just came out from the base, and you let me get hurt. Mu Jingxi, is this how you protect me?"
Mu Jingxi: "..."
The man glanced at her deeply and turned to enter the bathroom.
Soon after, the tall man emerged holding a hairdryer, plugged it in, and said, "Come here."
Qiao An held her cold pride for a few seconds before smiling, getting up, and walking over to him.
The height difference between them meant he could easily use his hand as a comb, weaving through her hair as he blow-dried it.
His rough fingertips made contact with her smooth hair, finding themselves greedy for the satin-like touch.
