Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

After taking a shower, I felt refreshed.

It's so much more comfortable at home.

As he stepped out of the bathroom, Shen Mingchao stretched and sighed inwardly.

Her hair was still wet, so she gently patted it with a dry towel to absorb the excess water. Then she took a suitable amount of hair oil and applied it from the ends of her hair.

Rose-scented essential oil.

It smells good.

After applying the product, she took out a hair dryer from the cabinet, plugged it in, and was about to turn it on when a warm male voice came from the right spot.

"Let me do it."

Turn your head to the side following the sound.

Zhang Haixia, who had arrived at some unknown time, slowly walked towards her from the living room.

When the man was right in front of her, the natural height difference made it impossible for Shen Mingchao to avoid noticing his open collar.

The shoulder and neck lines are smooth, and the bone structure is sharp and well-defined.

Perhaps due to the lingering heat from his bath, the man's pale skin still had a faint pinkish tinge.

The color is light and subtle, yet it possesses a hazy, alluring quality, subtly revealing itself while simultaneously concealing its allure.

It stirred up an impulse within her.

I want to see this pale pink become intense and flamboyant.

"What are you looking at?"

A question asked at just the right time.

It was clearly a teasing tone.

Shen Mingchao calmed herself down. Her hair was still dripping wet. She had no mind for anything else and handed over the hairdryer.

"Blow it until it's about half-dry, not completely dry."

She confessed.

"Okay." Zhang Haixia took the hair dryer and turned it on.

"Boom—" The familiar noise rang out.

The two people are standing facing the mirror.

Zhang Haixia's focused and serious expression was reflected in the mirror as he gently styled her long hair with practiced skill.

Strands of hair danced in the wind, and the rich scent of roses lingered all around.

She gradually became addicted to it.

After an unknown amount of time, the buzzing in my ears subsided, but another fire in my heart, fueled by the wind, burned ever brighter.

Hair dryer?

No.

It's more like a banana leaf fan that helps to fan the flames.

The person behind her leaned down, rested his chin on her shoulder, locked his hands around her waist, and looked at her in the mirror.

His eyes were fixed on something.

A storm was brewing in his dark eyes.

a long time.

He suddenly repeated that sentence again.

"Let me do it."

Last time it was for blow-drying my hair.

This time, however, things aren't so innocent.

Shen Mingchao understood the unspoken message, raised his eyes and looked directly back without flinching, deliberately teasing the audience:

"Have you thought it through? That man in front is your clan chief. Insubordination is punishable by clan law."

"Never mind him."

The Zhang family members, who were so loyal that they were willing to die for their cause, were now blatantly lying: "I don't have any tattoos, so I'm not a true member of the Zhang family and I'm not under their jurisdiction."

But it successfully made Shen Mingchao laugh.

He couldn't help but tease, "If Sister Haiqi heard this, she'd probably come over to teach you a lesson right then and there, you unfilial son."

"There are only the two of us here. If you don't tell anyone, no one will know."

"What if I don't play by the rules and actually go and complain?"

Knowing that Shen Mingchao was joking, Zhang Haixia didn't brush it off and said seriously, "You wouldn't."

"Even if you could, my godmother isn't that petty. As for the clan leader..."

Zhang Haixia tightened his grip even more.

"I will not compete with him or anyone else; I only want to solidify my status today."

He was just afraid that things might change if he waited too long.

If this drags on, he might not get the second piece of meat.

"Not fight?"

Shen Mingchao laughed. "You make it sound like you're being honest. Then tell me, where did Wang Can go?"

With three people present, Zhang Haixia's audacity suggests he had already cleared the area. Otherwise, given Wang Can's personality, he wouldn't have remained completely silent.

And then there were all those tea-related remarks and banter.

They secretly pulled so many dirty tricks behind the scenes, yet they shamelessly claimed they didn't compete.

Ghosts believe.

"Him..."

Zhang Haixia drew out the last syllable, his face full of arrogance, and sneered, "You were one move behind me in the game, trying to ambush me, but I caught you. You're probably dreaming about playing chess with the Duke of Zhou now."

Shen Mingchao's lips twitched.

Knocked out is knocked out, but the way it's being embellished is quite nice.

"So, do you agree?" Zhang Haixia cautiously sought her opinion.

Looking at the handsome man in the mirror, a familiar sense of emptiness suddenly washed over her.

The two were already bound tightly.

He was hers for the taking.

Eat when you're hungry.

The moment the thought was made up, Shen Mingchao turned around, easily broke free from Zhang Haixia's grasp, and reversed their positions.

Before the other person could react, she gripped his waist tightly with both hands and lifted him onto the sink with a little force.

This set of movements is fluid and graceful.

This completely baffled Zhang Haixia. He sat on the warm tiles, looking down at the girl in front of him.

"this……"

Something seems off.

Before he could finish speaking, his mouth was suddenly sealed shut, and all his distracting thoughts vanished in that instant.

His eyes gradually became unfocused.

He thought it didn't matter who was stronger or weaker.

As long as his greed is satisfied and he gets what he wants, nothing else matters.

"Hmm..."

"Tsk..."

The scent of roses was so strong that it entered my mouth with every breath, spreading wildly in the enclosed space.

It makes one almost want to drown in it.

Shen Mingchao squinted and noticed that the light pink had subtly changed color.

Red plum blossoms bloomed in the snow.

It's really good-looking.

Therefore, we need to open stores in more places.

The person in her arms was wearing loose-fitting pajamas, which she found cumbersome, so she simply yanked them off.

She was incredibly busy, going from the bathroom to the bedroom.

Until the flowers bloom all over the ground.

Admiring her masterpiece, she leisurely asked the woman, who was blushing like a shrimp, "You just said you'd solidify the title, which one are you referring to?"

Zhang Haixia: ?

At such a crucial moment, is it really appropriate to abruptly ask him such a simple question?

"Sit? Sit down."

Shen Mingchao remained silent.

Isn't that right? Zhang Haixia's mind raced, and an outrageous possibility came to mind: "Could it be the one with the 'single' radical?"

To solidify the official status?

It shouldn't be such a blatant and shameful homonym, right?

Shen Mingchao shook his head slightly: "Your thinking is too scattered. I was referring to the first thing you mentioned, sitting."

After saying that, she smiled meaningfully.

"..." Zhang Haixia was completely speechless.

Shen Mingchao, however, was in high spirits.

Gradually, she realized that the person in front of her had not only become famous, but had completely turned into a cooked shrimp.

Don't worry.

Even though the shrimp are cooked, they still need to be cooked for a long time.

It was all for nothing that I took the bath.

This time, Shen Mingchao had learned from experience. Considering that they had important business to attend to and the other party's health condition, they could not act as recklessly as before.

So they dabbled in it for a short time, and spent an extremely turbulent day and night.