Kyoto kisses her

Chapter 170 Want to be the sun?
Huo Jingcheng reached out and pulled over a chair in front of the dressing table, then sat down unhurriedly. He bent down and plugged the hairdryer into the socket.

He raised his chin, gesturing for Su Ruoyun to come over. Su Ruoyun tossed the towel onto the dressing table, straddled his lap, and sat facing him.

The hot air from the hairdryer was blowing on her hair, and since she didn't have to do it herself, she nestled comfortably in Huo Jingcheng's arms, occasionally lowering her head in a cooperative manner.

His distinct fingers moved through her slightly damp hair, his movements clumsy but earnest.

Without his bathrobe, Huo Jingcheng was wrapped in a bath towel, loosely tied around his waist. His long legs were stretched out wide, his exposed chest was broad and firm, his abdominal muscles were clearly defined, and droplets of water still lingered on it, glistening under the light.

The man's slightly higher body temperature was transferred to her without reservation.

Su Ruoyun closed her eyes, feeling drowsy from exhaustion. Her eyes were half-closed, revealing the red mark on her neck, which was particularly eye-catching given her fair skin.

Suddenly, her slightly closed eyelids drooped heavily, and she blinked instinctively.

As Su Ruoyun opened her eyes, she raised her hand to wipe her eyelids; it was wet.

Following the trail, she found the culprit. Huo Jingcheng's short hair was wet and stuck to his scalp, with water droplets sliding down the ends of his hair one after another. Under the light, the water droplets in the stray hairs on his forehead seemed about to fall.

Seeing this, Su Ruoyun grabbed the towel she had used from the dressing table and covered Huo Jingcheng's head with it, then began to dry his wet hair.

She had never dried a man's hair before, and her movements weren't exactly gentle; she just wiped it haphazardly. Seeing his short hair looking so messy after she'd done it, Su Ruoyun burst out laughing, leaning back and forth in Huo Jingcheng's arms.

Huo Jingcheng smiled helplessly, and could only let her do as she pleased.

Su Ruoyun stopped drying his hair when it was half dry and threw the towel back onto the dressing table.

A moment later, the roar of the hairdryer stopped in the bedroom. Huo Jingcheng reached out and took a bottle of hair oil, pumped two pumps into his palm, rubbed it to warm it up, and then carefully pressed it onto Su Ruoyun's black hair, showing great tenderness.

Su Ruoyun's hair is long, so it takes a long time to blow-dry it.

After drying her hair, Huo Jingcheng intended to continue drying it himself, but unexpectedly, his hand was empty as Su Ruoyun snatched the hair dryer away.

"I'll blow it for you," Su Ruoyun said eagerly.

She adjusted her posture, kneeling on his lap, straightening her body, lowering her eyelids, and earnestly drying his hair.

Su Ruoyun had never tried it before and was very interested.

Huo Jingcheng leaned lazily against the back of the sofa, obediently lowered his head, and placed his head next to her hand.

Su Ruoyun leaned forward, her gaze falling on him. She held a hairdryer in one hand and casually fiddled with his wet hair with the other, blowing it in a very professional manner.

After being blow-dried, her fluffy hair lay messily on her forehead.

Satisfied, she unplugged the power cord and was about to get off his lap, her right foot on the wool carpet and her left knee still resting on his thigh.

Under a clear blue sky, the sun's rays streamed into the master bedroom through gaps in the deep blue curtains.

Su Ruoyun lifted her eyelids, turned her gaze to the outside, focused her attention on the good weather, and distractedly moved her knees off her legs.

Huo Jingcheng had deep-set eyes, and with a roguish air, he raised an eyebrow and silently wrapped his arm around her waist.

He suddenly exerted force, and in the blink of an eye, the person who had stood up was pressed back onto his lap.

Caught off guard, Su Ruoyun blinked her long eyelashes and looked down. She didn't react for a moment and obediently let him hold her.

Huo Jingcheng tightened his long arms around her, holding her delicate little bundle in his arms. His tall, upright figure was like a solid wall, completely shielding the little girl hidden in his arms and blocking her view.

He snatched the hairdryer from her hand and tossed it onto the sofa. Su Ruoyun clung softly to Huo Jingcheng like an adorable koala.

Huo Jingcheng hooked his arm around her knee, got up from the chair, and steadily carried Su Ruoyun back to the bed.

As soon as her body touched the bed, she spontaneously crawled further in, turned over, and rolled to the center of the bed.

Seeing this, Huo Jingcheng walked slowly to the dressing room to get her some pajamas, the one he had just taken was already soaked.

The crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling exudes a touch of understated luxury, instantly illuminating every detail of the spacious walk-in closet, making it as bright as day.

In the dressing room, the delicate scent of pear blossoms permeates the air, its subtle fragrance wafting through the room.

The spacious area was carefully planned and organized, with all kinds of items neatly arranged for easy searching.

Huo Jingcheng's gaze searched for a moment, then he casually picked out a nightgown and lifted it off the hanger with his fingers.

The thin fabric crumpled into a ball in his large palms.

He stepped onto the bedroom mat, tossed her nightgown onto the bed, turned and walked to the sofa. His pajamas were in a paper bag. He then pulled open a bath towel and changed into his pajamas without any hesitation.

In contrast, Su Ruoyun reached out and took her nightgown and underwear, then stealthily hid under the covers to change.

Seeing her being so distant, Huo Jingcheng, who had changed into his pajamas, squinted and slowly walked to the side of the bed, pulling back the blanket.

Su Ruoyun had already put on her nightgown properly. Her eyes suddenly lit up, and she glanced at him blankly before lowering her head and carefully smoothing the long hair behind her ear.

Seeing this, Huo Jingcheng put his hand inside her nightgown and pinched her slender waist.

Su Ruoyun frowned, then decisively raised her hand and slapped his large hand away. "You can't do this. You only think of yourself. I feel very uncomfortable..."

She accused him righteously, looking like he was a scumbag.

Huo Jingcheng: "..."

After she finished speaking, Huo Jingcheng slightly raised his dark eyes and lifted his eyelids. He smiled with interest and retorted slowly, "Speaking of sex, you've probably had sex more times than me, haven't you?"

As he spoke, he raised an eyebrow slightly, took a long stride, lay down on the bed, his loose pajamas unbuttoned, his chest exposed, and casually leaned against the headboard, lazily raising his eyes.

"..." Su Ruoyun.

After a long pause, she finally managed to utter, "I'm angry. This is the 38th parallel."

As she spoke, she reached out and pulled the blanket over her, folding it into a long strip and placing it between the two of them.

Huo Jingcheng lowered his eyes, staring at the blanket with an ambiguous twitch of his thin lips, and said leisurely, "Want to be the sun?"

The Peninsula jokingly said that Su Ruoyun moved closer to him on the soft bed and punched him hard.

Two or three seconds later, Huo Jingcheng pretended to be weak and lay on the bed, tricking Su Ruoyun into looking down at him.

Su Ruoyun really thought she had hurt him, so she hurriedly moved the "38th parallel" away and looked down.

What they saw was Huo Jingcheng's smug grin.

The two started bickering on the bed.

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