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.”

hair had dried. He asked

only grasped the air. She put down her hand awkwardly and

you want?

forward and met her gaze. His breath was warm on her face, as

“Are you angry?”

and avoided his gaze. She was a little irritable. “l already said

neck, preventing her from

his skin was fair. At such

used to being approached forcefully. Her breathing froze and she was about

could say anything,

Nian’s eyes subconsciously widened. Then, before she could do anything, she was pressed against the chair. As her breathing intertwined with his, her senses were constantly

10 minutes later.

the tap, and rinsed her mouth. When she returned to her room, the heat in her ears had already

the room and went to open the window for some

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