Xing Liehuo had always kept his hair short and had never engaged in the act of blow-drying hair; even the hairdryer had been purchased only after his woman moved in. He had never imagined that one day he would be helping a woman dry her hair.
Therefore, the movement was not only clumsy but also somewhat childish.
Each lock was carefully teased apart, their fragrance enveloping him and inevitably stirring his emotions. To be honest, he felt damn uncomfortable, especially in such a tantalizing position, with her freshly bathed, luscious body occasionally glimpsed before him.
Soft, silky, exuding a unique, pleasant scent that tugged at his heartstrings.
The sleeping woman, with half-exposed breasts, lips slightly curved, tender and delicate, winsome and tempting.
More intoxicating than wine.
"Little temptress, you're truly a calamity," he murmured in a deep and gloomy voice, tinged with ineffable frustration.
