The national goddess she overturned

Chapter 715

Driven by strong curiosity, Sakurai Tsuki glanced at the bathroom furtively, put the video tape on his body, and planned to go back to see what was inside, and return it tomorrow.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and the figure swayed, putting on a white bathrobe.

Sakurai Tsuki quickly put the books and video boxes back in place, pretending nothing happened.

Ziliang opened the door and walked out with his chest open, his hair was wet and dripping.It may be because he just washed it with cold water, and his complexion is extraordinarily fair.

Sakurai Tsuki couldn't hide anything on her face. Seeing him staring at her, she coughed guiltily, "I didn't touch your book. I just kept dusting it. There is too much dust on your bookshelf!"

There is no silver 300 taels here.

Ziliang didn't poke him, and wiped his hair with a soft towel, "Help me get the hair dryer."

"You bastard, don't you have any hands?" Sakurai Tsuki murmured, but bluntly took the hair dryer off the wall, plugged it in for him, and turned it on to test the temperature.

Ziliang came over and opened his hands to him.The palms are very white, the joints are distinct, and they are extremely beautiful.

"Why?" Sakurai Yue didn't understand for a moment.

Ziliang looked at him with dark eyes: "Give it to me."

"Ahem, let me help you!" Probably because he had done something wrong and felt guilty, Sakurai Tsuki walked around behind him, blowing his hair with a hair dryer.

The man's hair was slightly longer, and the hair covered his eyes.His hair is shiny, soft and fluffy, which doesn't match his hard and cold personality.

"What brand of shampoo do you use? It smells good." His breath was filled with a faint fragrance, similar to the fragrance of a certain plant. He couldn't name it, but he had a familiar feeling, as if he was somewhere before smelled.

Ziliang didn't speak.

He is tall, about 1.9 meters, half a head taller than Sakurai Tsuki.

Sakurai Tsuki has no experience in blow drying people's hair, so the movements are really clumsy, and a few hairs get mixed in without paying attention.

Ziliang frowned slightly.

"Sorry, sorry...how about you do it yourself?"

Ziliang glanced at him, sat down on the chair, his long legs were bent, and his voice was as indifferent as smoke, "It's all right."

"You guy, you really enjoy it. Brother, I haven't blown anyone's hair before, and you are the first one."

Fingers ran through the soft black hair, and the soft fingertips walked along the hair.Ziliang half-closed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth raised a slight arc imperceptibly.

"Don't blow dry your hair too much, let's leave it like this." Sakurai Yue put away the hair dryer and put it on the table to cool.

Ziliang: "Blow dry."

"Are you going to blow dry? It's very damaging to the texture of your hair. I'm an entertainer, so listen to me!" Sakurai Yue casually placed his hand on his shoulder and patted it.

Ziliang grabbed his hand, turned his head sideways, staring at him with glazed eyes, "Blow dry."

"Okay, can I blow the head office?"

Sakurai Tsuki didn't know what to do, he didn't expect him to be so persistent on such a trivial matter, so he had to pick up the hair dryer again and blow him up.

Outside the window, everything is silent.Indoors, the lighting is warm.

Ziliang was sitting on a chair, with a loose nightgown on his shoulders, and the tip of his beautiful jade-like nose was light pink, translucent and soft.

The large V-neck of the bathrobe reaches the abdomen, the chest is open, sexy and strong, which symbolizes the charm of a man.

A drop of bright red viscous liquid landed on the white bathrobe, which was shocking.

(End of this chapter)