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.”

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

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

do you want?

did not manage to finish her sentence since Ye Wangchuan suddenly leaned forward and

“Are you angry?”

instinctively leaned back and avoided his gaze. She was a little irritable. “l already

grabbed her neck, preventing her from moving. His

high, and his skin was fair. At such a close distance, Qiao Nian could even see his distinct

She was not used to being approached forcefully. Her breathing froze and she was about to

she could say anything,

was pressed against the chair. As

10 minutes later.

and rinsed her mouth. When she

and went to open the window for some

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