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.”

after the ends of her hair had

subconsciously wanted to pull her baseball cap down, but she only grasped the air.

you want? I’m

manage to finish her sentence since Ye Wangchuan suddenly leaned forward and met her gaze. His breath was warm on her face, as if fate

“Are you angry?”

gaze. She was a little irritable. “l already said that

Wangchuan suddenly grabbed her neck, preventing her from

fair. At such a close distance, Qiao Nian could

not used to being approached forcefully. Her breathing froze and

say anything, the man’s soft lips pressed

she could do anything, she was pressed against the chair. As her breathing intertwined with his,

10 minutes later.

the sink, turned on the tap, and rinsed her mouth.

the other person in the room and went to open the

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