Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The door opened.

Ye Wangchuan entered and put down a milk bottle on the table. Then, he looked at her and asked, “Are you angry?”

Qiao Nian played with the milk bottle and did not answer this question directly. Her still-wet hair hung down slightly to cover her eyebrows as she arrogantly replied, “No.”

Ye Wangchuan knew she must have found out upon seeing that she was ignoring him. He grabbed the hairdryer. “I wanted to give you a surprise, but it seems like it wasn’t a surprise, it’s more of a shock.”

Qiao Nian watched as he walked behind her and turned on the hairdryer. The slight warm wind felt inexplicably comfortable on her neck.

She narrowed her eyes slightly and relaxed her shoulders and neck, but she still did not want to talk to him. “Huh?”

Ye Wangchuan rarely saw her lose her temper, so he was in a good mood. He smiled. “Goddess Qiao, are you really angry?”

Qiao Nian frowned. “No.”

ends of her hair had dried. He asked again, “You’re not angry

to pull her baseball cap down, but she only grasped the air. She put down her hand awkwardly and

you want?

Ye Wangchuan suddenly leaned forward and met her gaze. His

“Are you angry?”

and avoided his gaze. She was a little

suddenly grabbed her neck, preventing her

high, and his skin was fair. At such a close

forcefully. Her breathing froze and she was about

she could say anything, the man’s soft lips pressed

eyes subconsciously widened. Then, before she could do anything, she was pressed against

10 minutes later.

rinsed her mouth. When she returned to her room, the heat in her

the room and went to

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