Chapter 78: Helping Hermione Blow-dry Her Hair

Night.

John sat alone on the sofa in the hall, boredly watching TV, and occasionally stroking the enchanting figure of Big Orange in his arms.

The lights in the house were dim and quiet, and snow was flying outside the window.

Big Orange made a comfortable purring sound in John's arms.

The TV was playing a black and white old movie with a rustling sound.

A burst of dripping water sounds came from the bathroom in the corridor.

Not long after, the sound of water disappeared, and the bathroom door opened slowly, steam surging out along the door crack.

Hermione, wearing a bathrobe, walked out of the bathroom slowly, her hair still carrying water droplets.

She looked at John, who was watching TV on the sofa in the hall, only showing the back of his head, and her face turned slightly red.

And then quickly returned to her room.

After a while, Hermione, who had changed into pink pajamas, walked out of the room again, passing John with light steps, and sat down on the other side of the sofa.

Maybe it was because she had just taken a shower.

When passing by John.

John could clearly smell the faint fragrance emanating from her, like the fresh scent of shower gel mixed with conditioner.

After Hermione sat down, she threw her wet hair to the front, and picked up the comb to comb it slowly.

Her usually messy hair now looked smooth and shiny.

John's gaze moved away from the TV inadvertently, falling on her slightly drooping side face.

Hermione didn't notice John's gaze, continued to comb her hair while looking at the TV and asking.

"Aren't you going to take a shower yet? It's easy to catch a cold if you wash too late."

She naturally threw the combed wet hair gently to the back, inadvertently revealing a section of snow-white neck.

It's just that her face still had some slight redness, and her ear tips were also red.

Don't know if it was because of taking a hot shower for too long.

"Uh-huh, I'll go in a while, the movie is almost over."

John said lazily, but seeing Hermione was grooming her wet hair, he spoke again.

"Do you need a hair dryer?"

Hermione turned her head slightly, and could see her flushed cheeks after bathing, and eyelashes flashing with water light.

It's just that her expression now was a bit speechless.

"You have it and didn't tell me earlier."

"You didn't ask."

John retorted as a matter of course.

After saying that, John left Big Orange, got up and walked into the parents' room at the very end to take the hair dryer.

Big Orange meowed dissatisfiedly and jumped into Hermione's arms.

Hermione gently stroked Big Orange's fur, watching John walk back with the hair dryer.

She just wanted to get up and take the hair dryer, but John waved his hand to let Hermione sit down.

Although confused, Hermione still sat obediently.

Only to see John walk skillfully to the back of the sofa, plug in the power, and press the switch gently.

Warm air blew out, and then walked behind Hermione.

John reached out directly and straightened Hermione's head.

"Don't move around." John's voice sounded mixed in the noise of the hair dryer.

Hermione paused slightly, realizing John's meaning, but didn't resist.

Only to see John gently lift Hermione's wet hair and start helping her blow-dry her hair.

Warm wind brushed Hermione's hair tips, flowing over her neck.

Didn't expect John to actually help her blow-dry her hair.

This was the first time a boy had helped her blow-dry her hair, feeling a bit special.

Feeling John's skillful movements, Hermione closed her eyes slightly, enjoying the comfort brought by the warm wind.

The noise of the hair dryer echoed in the room continuously, and Hermione's hair gradually became dry and smooth.

"Alright."

Before long, John turned off the hair dryer and said.

Hermione raised her head gently, her cheeks still carrying some redness.

She touched her hair, the hair strands were already dry, and still retained some temperature.

"Thanks John, didn't expect your hair-drying technique to be so skillful."

Hermione said with a light laugh while stroking her hair.

"Practiced it when serving my old mother."

John complained while putting away the hair dryer.

Hermione supported her chin with one hand, a trace of teasing in her eyes.

"Is that so, really envy Mom."

"It's a pity, I don't have this blessing, and I don't know which girl can enjoy this service in the future."

Hearing this, John stared immediately, saying dissatisfiedly.

"You just enjoyed it, do you have Alzheimer's?"

"......"

Hermione was speechless for a moment, sighed.

Always feel that John's EQ is sometimes high and sometimes low.

Every time I induce John, hoping he says something that makes me happy, I get choked by him.

But it just so happens that when I am least guarded, John will say something that makes me blush and heartbeat.

"Idiot..."

Hermione muttered softly helplessly, then held Big Orange high, and buried it in its belly.

"Isn't that right, Crookshanks~" 【78-6

John didn't hear the "idiot" Hermione said; he only heard her suddenly say something out of the blue, and then she started kneading Big Orange vigorously.

However, he couldn't be bothered to look into it.

Since he was just getting up, he might as well go take a shower.

John left the living room, took his clothes, and walked toward the bathroom.

Before long, Hermione, who was playing with Crookshanks in the hall, heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom.

She froze for a moment, and then a faint, unnatural blush appeared on her face.

So, can the sound of water in the bathroom be heard so clearly from outside...

Then, when I was taking a shower just now, wasn't I heard by him too?

It was clearly a very ordinary sound, but now, for some reason, it felt a bit shameful...

Late at night.

The two had long since returned to their respective rooms to rest.

But Hermione couldn't fall asleep.

She had no choice but to lie on the windowsill of her room, staring blankly at the snowy night outside.

Crookshanks was also lying beside her, yawning lazily.

A cold wind blew by, bringing a biting chill, but Hermione didn't feel cold.

Christmas was now approaching.

The trees on both sides of the street were covered with twinkling fairy lights. The street was deserted late at night, with only the occasional passerby hurrying past, their footsteps crunching on the accumulated snow.

A couple walking close together came out of the night and stopped downstairs at the apartment building.

The man in the blue down jacket and the woman in the red coat hugged each other and whispered something.

Then, after a kiss goodbye, the woman gently pushed open the apartment door and disappeared from the man's lingering gaze.

Hermione watched the scene of the kiss goodbye, shrank her neck, and her cheeks flushed slightly.

Adults are really something...

Coming back so late, they must have gone on a date.

That direction should be toward the Thames.

I remember the banks of the Thames at night are very beautiful, especially during the time before Christmas.

There are often couples or families strolling hand in hand by the river.

In the past, every Christmas, her parents would take her for a walk along the Thames, all the way to the opposite side of Big Ben.

When the bells of Big Ben rang at midnight, the gathered crowds would cheer together to celebrate the arrival of the new year.

It's a pity that this year, her parents couldn't accompany her to spend this Christmas.

But fortunately, she wasn't alone.

The distant bell tolls rang out slowly.

Hermione poked her head slightly out from the windowsill and looked at the windowsill next door.

That was John's room, and the lights were already out.

Her gaze lingered on that window, not knowing what she was thinking, and a beautiful smile curled at the corners of her mouth.