Qiao Nian had been drinking with her head lowered and playing with her phone. Hearing this, she frowned uncomfortably and dodged. "I'll do it myself."

"You can't do the back of your head. It's easy to catch a cold if it's always wet."

Silence ensued.

Ye Wangchuan avoided her hand and smiled. "Just sit still. I'll blow it for you."

With his hand on her shoulder, Qiao Nian couldn't move for a moment. She could only stiffen her back and let him blow-dry her hair.

Ye Wangchuan did not turn on the wind very high at the beginning. The wind from the hairdryer was gentle and low. It was different from when she usually dried her hair.

Qiao Nian narrowed her eyes. She wanted to move, but she felt that it was difficult.

Usually, she would either blow her hair casually and wait for it to dry, or turn the wind speed to the maximum and quickly dry it.

It was rare for her to dry her hair so slowly.

The wind that blew over was itchy, light, and gentle. She was not used to it at first, but it seemed to be fine after she got used to it.

as she

bar. Now, she picked it up again. Her eyes

for Jiang Xianrou

did not expect much from her

As expected.

After clicking on it.

Nian narrowed her eyes and supported her chin with one hand. Her eyes were cold as she

Nian, what happened at the provincial

Wei's sudden death have to do with you?

indifferent at first

in her heart when she saw the last sentence. Her eyes were deep and the corners of her lips curled up.

she also blacklisted her phone

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again. In the blink of an eye, he saw the obvious

finally remembered something important and looked away from Master Wang, who was personally

hair. "By the way, Sister Qiao, Old Master

became much

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