The Little Cutie is Taken Away by the Paranoid Male God

Really embarrassed.

Luo Ci had just taken a shower, with a towel draped over her wet hair.

Seeing the boy in a skirt, his eyes instantly lit up several times.

He pinched the corners of his skirt aggrievedly, lowered his head, and the tips of his ears were red, so he wanted to be bullied.

She felt that the little devil in her heart was about to come out.

The young man found that the other party was looking at him brightly, all his eyes were attracted to him, only he was reflected in his pupils, he was shy and somewhat satisfied.

He thought slowly.

Well, if my sister likes this, it's not impossible to wear it a few more times in the future.

Luo Ci took the boy into her own small room and let him sit down, "A Ran, I'll blow your hair for you."

Lu Ran sat obediently and saw that her hair was also wet, and immediately said, "Wait, when my sister finishes blowing for me, I will blow it for my sister too."

He is a little hot all over now, and his voice is stuttering. On the one hand, he is ashamed, and on the other hand, he is unknown.

A heart was filled with joy, and there was a gleam of joy in his eyes.

"Okay." Luo Ci replied softly.

While blowing her hair, she couldn't help thinking, it would be nice if there was a wig, and the shards look really good in a skirt.

Boys' hair is generally done for about ten minutes, unlike some girls, it takes more than half an hour.

Lu Ran took the hair dryer and held Luo Ci's shoulder to let her sit down.

His voice was soft, "Sister, I'll blow it for you."

The young man stood behind her, his warm fingertips gently picked up a strand of hair, blowing it thinly, his movements were gentle and careful, as if he were treating some treasure.

With a sudden turn of eyes, the boy's fair face flushed, he felt that his whole body was hot, and there was a little fine sweat on his forehead.

He abruptly turned his eyes away, didn't dare to look any further, and even stepped back a little, trying his best not to think about those pictures, and to focus on blowing his hair.

But that scene came to his mind pervasively, a torture that was both sweet and painful.

Perhaps it was because he was too comfortable blowing his hair, and today he was tired from traveling and playing with the children, so he was a little tired, and Luo Ci felt sleepy.

She rubbed her eyes and said softly, with a little milky voice, "Have you finished blowing? It's so sleepy~"

"Okay." Lu Ran stood quietly, with the hairdryer on the table.

The eyes began to change, the purple eyes were noble, and the silver eyes were indifferent. Obviously still the same appearance, but the temperament of the whole body has changed.

His face was flat and indifferent, and there was no emotion at all. But Rao was him, and when he realized that he was actually wearing a skirt, his expression changed for a moment.

Seeing the little cutie in front of her dazedly and sleepily, she walked to the bed and fluttered softly on the bed.

The corners of the thin lips evoked a smile, which soon disappeared.

After a while, she half-opened and half-closed her eyes, turned her head and said softly, "A Ran is also sleeping!"

The **** slowly walked to the bed, and Little Cutie seemed to have a feeling, she straightened up softly, stretched out her white hand, and rushed towards him.

He quietly watched her plunge into his arms, his hands folded.

The little head was still rubbing softly on him, and there were several mutterings in his mouth.

God has very few emotions, but he has given her many emotions.

He stroked her soft hair, cherishing this rare time of sobriety.

When the consciousness is gathered, he will know what happened in the previous plane, his delicate eyebrows are slightly wrinkled, and he is suddenly a little dissatisfied.

Even let the fragments eat her, tsk.

God, who has always been indifferent, actually began to eat his own vinegar.