She is soft on my heart

Chapter 188 Blowing Hair

Li Xingchen could also see the mud on his body that someone from An had put on him, so he took his clothes and took the toilet bag into the bathroom.

As soon as the door was closed, the composure maintained on Li Xing's face along the way was instantly removed. She let out a breath, and leaned on the sink, unable to stand still.

He saw their little tricks, but he didn't expose them, so she had to continue to be embarrassed and pretended to be brave.

The bathroom is not big, there are few things and neatly arranged, there is a faint fragrance, I don't know if it is a brand of men's shower gel, Li Xingchen took a look, and wanted to finish washing quickly and leave.

Originally, after taking a shower, it is enough to wash off the mud on the body and hair, so the washing is also very fast.

Jiang Cong went out for a while and came back with a hair dryer in his hand. The structure of the room was simple. He came in from the entrance and faced the bathroom door. The sound of the water just stopped at this moment. Frosted glass, she is getting dressed.

"..."

Jiang paused from his body.

Before he could react and look away, she had already put on her short sleeves. The baggy clothes covered her two slender and perfect waistlines, and the hem hung down to her thighs.

Through the frosted glass, I can’t actually see anything clearly, but there is only a black shadow, a blurred outline, and I can see her slightly large movements, but at this time, people’s brain power is all-pervasive, the more hazy things , the easier it is for people to imagine.

Jiang Cong's temples felt tight, and his first decision after regaining consciousness was to close his eyes, only to find that the picture was more fucking clear.

He felt an electric current rush straight to the top of his head quickly, and then exploded, his body heated up and his Adam's apple slid up and down.

Li Xingshen didn't notice the outsiders coming in and out. She put on her clothes and didn't come out immediately. She dawdled inside for a while, packed her toiletry bag and came out with her clothes. He stared at his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

He took off his hat, leaving only pure black short sleeves on his upper body, which were neither loose nor tight, but the undulating lines of the hard muscles were looming, and his hands were in his pockets.

Li Xingchen found out that when he was neatly dressed in police uniform, he didn't look a little loose, but when he returned to private, he showed the same kind of slack and casualness that he had before.

Hearing her twist the door and come out, Jiang turned his head to look over.

Li Xingchen was wearing the same black short-sleeved sleeves as he was wearing now, with a pair of black shorts underneath, which almost reached her knees, and her whole body was still wet with moisture, her hair was dripping with water, showing her Every inch of her skin is as pure jade as glowing.

Jiang Cong looked at her with no reaction on his face. In fact, he was almost driven crazy by the visual impact.

How could Li Xingchen know where he was going, and still leaned towards him, the fresh fragrance of her body lingered in his face, and those clear eyes looked at him, "Your coat is also stained with mud, Shall I... take it back and wash it for you?"

Jiang Cong stared at her, and said "hmm" by accident.

Li Xingchen followed with an "um".

The color in his room is very monotonous, so the pink hair dryer on the table is very conspicuous. Li Xingshen turned his eyes away, stared at him for a few seconds, frowned, looked back at him, and asked naturally: "What is this?" who?"

The key is that Jiang Cong was inexplicably flustered by her question, and without a pause, he explained naturally: "I just went out to manage the loan from the female colleague on duty."

Captain Jiang has a bit of a desire to survive.

At the end of the natural question and answer between the two, the air fell into a frozen silence.

"I... don't mean anything else," Li Xingchen tried to redeem himself, and glanced at his cropped hair, "I just think it's a waste of electricity if you use a hair dryer."

Jiang Cong: "..."

Teacher Li has a little chat-termination skills.

Quiet without a trace of embarrassment.

Li Xingchen looked at the pink hair dryer again, "I borrowed it all, and I will leave after blowing my hair?"

Jiang Cong smiled, "Otherwise, let me waste electricity here?"

Li Xingchen: "..."

She put the toiletry bag and two pieces of clothes on the stool, picked up the hair dryer, and didn't plan to talk anymore, but looked around, but couldn't find where the socket was.

She was still looking in the corner when the hair dryer in her hand was snatched suddenly. Jiang Cong walked to the bed, plugged in the electricity, and turned to look at her.

Li Xing was stunned for a moment, and then followed. She reached out to take the hair dryer, but Jiang Cong raised the hand holding the hair dryer, and didn't give it to her. Then he clicked on the bed, "Sit there."

Li Xingchen blinked, and said in a tone of undisguised surprise: "You want to blow it to me?"

Jiang Cong raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth curled into a smile, that kind of stubbornness appeared again, "I've never used a hair dryer in my life, why don't I try it?"

Li Xingchen: "..."

Li Xingchen was so choked that he had nothing to say, and obediently sat down beside his bed. Jiang Cong lightly pulled the corner of his lower lip, put down the hair dryer, first went to get a clean towel, walked to her side, and let her absorb the excess moisture. Walk.

Li Xingshen couldn't help asking: "Why are you so proficient? You also know how to wipe it with a towel first."

Just one more sentence: "Have you ever brushed another woman's hair?"

Jiang Cong chuckled, "Normal human thinking."

Li Xingchen: "..."

His movements were very gentle, the two of them were facing each other, every time they sat and stood, her head was very close to his waist, maybe her forehead would touch her a little, hard and hard, Li Xingchen's face gradually became a little hotter.

After wiping it with a towel, Jiang Cong casually put the towel on his shoulders, picked up the hair dryer, turned on the switch, and there was a strong whistling wind.

He had just touched her slightly cool hair, but Li Xingchen suddenly remembered something, she turned her head and looked at his unwrinkled bed behind her, "What if your hair messes with your bed?"

She knew he was a clean freak.

Jiang never heard clearly, but he didn't turn off the hair dryer, but leaned down and put his ear close to her face, "Huh?"

Li Xingchen didn't realize that this was unreasonable, and repeated it in his ear as he lowered his body: "What if your hair messes with your bed?"

Jiang Cong seemed to be thinking for a second, then turned his face close to her ear, and said seriously: "Collect it and make a wig, and send it to Principal Li next time."

Li Xingchen: "..."

Speechless for two seconds, she couldn't help but burst out laughing, he had already stood up straight, she glared at him, clenched her small hands into fists, and hammered his waist, the voice was too small and was swallowed by the sound of the blower, But the mouth shape is: "Are you sick?"

Jiang Cong laughed, inserted his fingers into her black hair, and began to gently fiddle with her hair. The two of them were still in the same posture, the smell diffused and blended together, and he was also fragrant.

As the hair dries at the back, it becomes soft and smooth, and it glides through the fingers, which feels quite addictive.

(End of this chapter)