Chapter 170: Want to be the sun?

Huo Jingcheng raised his hand to pull the chair in front of the dressing table, then sat down unhurriedly, and leaned over to plug the hairdryer into the socket.

He raised his chin, signaling Su Ruoyun to come over. Su Ruoyun threw the towel onto the dressing table, sat across his lap, and faced him.

The hot air from the hairdryer blew her hair, and plus she didn't have to move, she huddled comfortably in Huo Jingcheng's arms, lowering her head from time to time to cooperate.

His distinct five fingers shuttled through her slightly wet hair, his movements were unfamiliar, but he was serious.

Without the bathrobe, Huo Jingcheng was wrapped in a bath towel, tied loosely around his waist, his pair of long legs stretched out wide, his exposed chest was broad and sturdy, his abdominal muscles were distinct, and water droplets remained on them, shining with crystal light under the light.

The man's slightly higher body temperature was transmitted to her without reservation.

Su Ruoyun closed her eyes, tired and sleepy, her eyes closed, and the red mark on her neck was unobstructed. Her skin was fair, and it was exceptionally eye-catching.

Unexpectedly, her half-closed eyelids dropped a heavy point, and she blinked subconsciously.

While Su Ruoyun opened her eyes, she raised her hand to wipe her eyelids, it was water.

She looked in the direction of the trace and found the "culprit." Huo Jingcheng's short hair was wet and stuck to his scalp, water droplets slipped quietly along the tips of his hair, one after another, under the light, the water droplets on the broken hair by his forehead were precarious.

Seeing this, Su Ruoyun grabbed the towel she had used on the dressing table, covered Huo Jingcheng's head, and started to wipe his wet hair.

She hadn't wiped a man's hair before, and her movements couldn't be called gentle, wiping it messily. Seeing his short hair wiped sloppily by herself, Su Ruoyun laughed out loud, leaning back and forth in Huo Jingcheng's arms.

Huo Jingcheng curled his lips helplessly, and could only let her move.

After Su Ruoyun wiped his hair half-dry, she stopped and threw the towel back to the dressing table.

A moment later, in the bedroom, the rumbling sound of the hairdryer paused, Huo Jingcheng took a bottle of hair care essential oil, pressed two pumps into his palm, rubbed it hot, and pressed it into Su Ruoyun's black hair meticulously, thoughtful.

Su Ruoyun's hair was long, and it took a long time to blow.

After blowing it for her, Huo Jingcheng intended to blow his own, but didn't expect his hand to be empty, and the hairdryer was snatched away by Su Ruoyun.

"I'll blow it for you." Su Ruoyun was eager to try.

She adjusted her sitting posture, changed to kneeling on his lap, straightened her body, lowered her eyelids, and blew his hair with a serious face.

Su Ruoyun hadn't tried it before, and her interest was high.

Huo Jingcheng leaned lazily against the sofa back, obediently lowered his head, and sent his head to her hand.

Su Ruoyun leaned forward, her gaze fell on him, one hand holding the hairdryer, the other hand playing with his wet hair casually, blowing it properly.

After blowing it dry, the fluffy hair was a bit messy and stuck to his forehead.

She pulled out the plug with satisfaction, just intending to get off his lap, her right foot stepped on the wool carpet, and her left knee was still against his thigh.

In broad daylight, the sun's fragmented light shone into the master bedroom through the gap in the dark blue curtains.

Su Ruoyun lifted her eyelids, cast her gaze outside, focused her attention on the good weather, and distractedly moved her knees off his legs.

Huo Jingcheng's brows and eyes were deep, he raised his eyebrows roguishly, his arm silently hugged from her waist, and crossed her waist.

He suddenly exerted force, and in the blink of an eye, the person who stood up was pressed back onto his lap.

Su Ruoyun had no defense, her long eyelashes blinked, her vision changed from high to low, she hadn't reacted for a while, and obediently let him hold her.

Huo Jingcheng tightened his long arms, holding her delicate little lump, his tall and straight figure was like a solid wall, blocking the little person hidden in his arms tightly, and also blocking her sight.

The large hand snatched the hairdryer in her hand again and threw it on the sofa.

Su Ruoyun was like a cute koala, climbing softly on Huo Jingcheng's body.

Huo Jingcheng hooked her popliteal fossa, got up from the chair, and hugged Su Ruoyun back to the bed steadily.

As soon as her body touched the bed, she crawled inside spontaneously, turned over, and rolled to the center of the bed.

Seeing this, Huo Jingcheng walked to the cloakroom unhurriedly to get her pajamas. The one just now was soaked.

The crystal lamp hanging on the ceiling showed a light luxury texture, instantly lighting up every layout of the large cloakroom, as bright as day.

In the cloakroom, the elegant pear-scented aromatherapy permeated the air, and the dark fragrance floated.

The wide space was carefully planned and organized, and all kinds of items were arranged cleanly and neatly, making it easy to find.

Huo Jingcheng searched for a moment, chose a nightgown casually, and picked it off the hanger with his fingers.

The thin fabric was kneaded into a ball in his wide palm.

He stepped on the floor mat in the bedroom, raised his hand and threw the nightgown to her on the bed, turned and walked to the sofa, his pajamas were in a paper bag, then tore off the bath towel, and changed into his pajamas without seeing it as an outsider.

In contrast, Su Ruoyun took the nightgown and underwear, hid in the quilt and changed into them like a cat.

Seeing her so distant, Huo Jingcheng, who had changed into pajamas, narrowed his eyes, paced slowly to the side of the bed, and lifted the quilt.

Su Ruoyun had already put on the nightgown properly, her vision suddenly brightened, she looked at him ignorantly, and then lowered her head to smooth out the long hair by her ears carefully.

Seeing this, Huo Jingcheng reached into her nightgown and pinched her thin waist.

Su Ruoyun knitted her brows, raised her hand decisively, and slapped his large hand away, "You can't do this, only thinking about yourself /shuang, I'm very uncomfortable..."

She accused righteously, looking like he was a scumbag.

Huo Jingcheng: "..."

After she finished speaking, his pitch-black eyes lifted slightly, his eyelids lifted, Huo Jingcheng smiled with interest, and refuted unhurriedly: "If we talk about /shuang, the number of times you /shuang should be more than me, right?"

As he spoke, he raised his eyebrows frivolously, stepped out with his long legs, lay in bed, a loose pajama didn't tie the buttons, his chest was exposed, leaning against the head of the bed lazily and casually, looking up lazily.

"..." Su Ruoyun.

It took her a long time to hold back a sentence: "I'm angry, this is the 38th parallel."

As she spoke, she reached out and pulled the quilt, folding the quilt into a long strip and placing it between the two.

Huo Jingcheng lowered his eyes, stared at the quilt and twitched his thin lips meaningfully, saying leisurely: "Want to be the sun?"

Half-island nickname, Su Ruoyun moved closer on the soft bed and hammered him hard.

Two or three seconds later, Huo Jingcheng lay on the bed pretending to be weak, tricking Su Ruoyun into looking down.

Su Ruoyun really thought she had hammered him painfully, moved the "38th parallel" away in a panic, and looked down.

As a result, what she saw was Huo Jingcheng's roguish smile of success.

The two made a scene on the bed for a while.

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