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The air conditioner made a slight running sound and slowly blew out cold air.

Mo Xiangwen checked himself over and, after confirming that everything was alright, went back to the sofa to lie down and scroll through his phone.

Of course, he didn't forget to recharge the power bank.

Before even opening the group chat, I saw 99+ message notifications, and even messages tagging him.

Upon clicking in, it turned out that Su Mengyao had been calling him and Yan Nuoya all night, asking almost every half hour.

A seductive question: Where are they? Where are they?!

A seductive question: Where are you all?! @HumanDragonUnity, @Ghosted

A seductive gesture: You said it would be evening, and the three of us have been waiting for you and Noah all night!

You're not allowed to play the Holy Slash: Sigh, I revert to my old ways as soon as I'm on vacation.

You're not allowed to play the Holy Slash: Two Stinky Pigeons.

Bai Bai: Xiao Yi must have something important to do to not reply to messages... He would never stand us up on purpose.

Bai Bai: Maybe I was too tired on the way, or my phone died...

Oh right, he almost forgot about that! He had indeed promised Su Mengyao that he would play games with them tonight. He hadn't expected that this trip would not only cause him to stand up his mother, but also Su Mengyao and the others.

But now that everyone's at Bai Shishi's house, there's no way they can keep their appointment. Mo Xiangwen thought for a moment, then started tapping on the screen with a sense of apology.

Human and dragon in one: Gugugu.

Almost immediately, Su Mengyao replied to the message.

A seductive gesture: ??? It's this late, even Shishi has gone to sleep. And you still have the nerve to show up.

A seductive trick: and what came out was just a cooing sound?

A seductive gesture: I can't take it anymore, I'll tell you and Noah when school starts.

Human and dragon in harmony: Oh dear, something urgent has come up.

A seductive question: What's the rush? You're even giving up gaming? And you can't log on now?

Human-Dragon Unity: No, that's confidential.

Human and dragon in one: Hehe.

Su Mengyao, sitting in front of the screen, suddenly felt a burning hatred, and her hands were itching to poke the scoundrel in the waist.

You're not allowed to play the Holy Slash: If there's an emergency, then forget it.

You're not allowed to play the Holy Slash: Anyway, winter break is long, you can play it tomorrow.

Human and Dragon in One: Well, we might not be able to play tomorrow either.

Human and dragon in harmony: But I can tell you why I skipped it tomorrow.

To put it another way: So what if you're a stinky pigeon? Anyway, you and Noah often coo whenever you're on vacation, so we're used to it.

A seductive approach: What excuses are there now?

Mo Xiangwen was also a little embarrassed. Occasionally standing someone up was due to unforeseen circumstances, so why was it being noted down?

Human and Dragon in One: Oh dear, it's really urgent. You'll find out tomorrow.

Use a seductive tactic: You'd better have something really urgent to do.

At this moment, Yan Nuoya came out with a hair dryer, walked to his side, and whispered, "You can go take a shower now."

Mo Xiangwen nodded, got up from the sofa, took his clothes, and went into the bathroom.

Yan Nuoya saw the blanket already laid out on the sofa and sat down.

Yan Nuoya picked up the hair dryer, and the warm air hummed as she patiently dried her long hair strand by strand.

Her silvery-white hair fluttered in the hot wind, emitting a faint fragrance.

But perhaps because she had been running around all day, it wasn't long before her arms started to ache, and she found it difficult to hold the hairdryer.

She turned off the hairdryer, placed it on the coffee table, and gently rubbed her aching wrists.

Forget it, I'll ask that idiot for help later.

She shook her head, picked up her phone, and saw their chat history.

Yan Nuoya smiled slightly and sent out the same message.

He's gone: coo coo coo.

A seductive gesture: ??? I'll grab my little salted fish and fight you two stinky pigeons.

Yan Nuoya smiled, didn't explain much, and switched to watch the video.

Boys shower much faster than girls, and Mo Xiangwen finished showering in no time.

He couldn't find a hairdryer in the bathroom, so he just walked out.

Anyway, his hair is short, so it can dry in an air-conditioned room.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I returned to the living room, I saw Yan Nuoya's hair dryer on the coffee table.

He walked over and asked, "Are you done playing? I'll use it then."

"Not yet, but you can use it."

"Since you haven't finished drying it yet, you can use it. I can dry it by air conditioning for a while."

Yan Nuoya didn't speak, but just winked at him.

Seeing her like this, Mo Xiangwen suddenly had a guess in his mind, but he was not quite sure at the moment.

"You don't actually want me to blow it for you, do you?"

This piece of wood is getting more and more clever.

Yan Nuoya's smile widened, and she nodded.

"It takes a long time for a girl to blow-dry her hair herself, so I'll have to trouble you." Her cool voice carried a rare hint of playfulness.

Good heavens, they really don't hold back. Mo Xiangwen chuckled to himself.

But never mind, it's just helping me blow-dry my hair.

“Okay.” Mo Xiangwen smiled and said, “Then let me give it a try. Don’t blame me if I don’t do it well.”

Actually, he had long wanted to touch Yan Nuoya's soft and beautiful silver-white hair, and now that he had the opportunity, he readily agreed.

"It's just blow-drying your hair," Yan Nuoya teased with a light laugh. "Student Mo shouldn't be so bad at something as simple as this."

Mo Xiangwen smiled and shook his head. He picked up the hairdryer, stood behind Yan Nuoya, and gently ran his fingers through her hair.

Her long, silvery-white hair was even softer and smoother than I had imagined, like a piece of fine silk flowing through my fingertips.

Strands of hair swayed gently in the warm breeze, occasionally brushing against his arm and causing a slight tickle.

Mo Xiangwen had no experience in this area, so he carefully combed each strand of hair, afraid of hurting her.

From this angle, he could see Yan Nuoya's slightly lowered head, her fair nape appearing exceptionally slender under the light.

She sat quietly, surprisingly docile.

Yan Nuoya felt a warm breeze coming from behind her and Mo Xiangwen's gentle movements, and a strange warmth rose in her heart.

She rarely lets anyone touch her hair, let alone blow-dry it so intimately.

But for some reason, she didn't feel any aversion towards Mo Xiangwen.

Perhaps it's because... he's special.

Mo Xiangwen focused intently on combing his long, silvery-white hair. At first, his movements were a little clumsy, but gradually, he found the process unexpectedly interesting.

Fingertips run through soft, smooth hair, while the warm air from the hairdryer gently caresses the body, bringing a wonderfully healing feeling.

He unconsciously slowed down his movements, and his technique became more and more skilled. He even learned on his own to gently comb through the tangles with his fingers and then blow-dry them along the strands of hair.

Yan Nuoya gently closed her eyes, feeling the warm breeze and the soft touch of his fingers.

A rare sense of security enveloped her, making her relax unconsciously, without even noticing when a faint smile appeared on her lips.

"All right."

After a while, Mo Xiangwen finally helped her dry her hair completely and comb it neatly.

He was about to unplug the hair dryer when Yan Nuoya suddenly reached out and gently pressed down on his wrist.

"Wait a minute," she looked up, her purple eyes still seeming a little watery, appearing particularly bright and charming under the light, "I'll help you blow-dry your hair too."

“No need,” Mo Xiangwen smiled and shook his head, subconsciously rubbing his half-dry short hair. “My hair would be completely dry in no time.”

Yan Nuoya, however, was not giving up and reached out to touch his hair herself.

But the skin on his fingers did indeed feel almost completely dry, just as he had said, with only a little moisture remaining deep inside.

"See, I didn't lie to you," Mo Xiangwen said smugly. "Short hair does have its advantages."

She pursed her lips somewhat resentfully, then raised her eyes and glared at him.

"No."

Chapter 181 A Little Kinship Doesn't Count!

Mo Xiangwen had just finished winding up the hair dryer cord and was about to take it away and put it away when Yan Nuoya suddenly reached out and gently pressed on the hair dryer.

He looked up and met her gaze.

Yan Nuoya's usually cool purple eyes now revealed an undeniable determination, and her slightly pursed lips told him that the girl in front of him was a little unhappy.

"Sit down." She picked up the hairdryer, patted the empty seat next to her, and spoke calmly but with a hint of determination.

I was in a pretty good mood just a moment ago, so why did I suddenly become visibly unhappy?

"Really, it's not necessary..." But Mo Xiangwen still subconsciously tried to persuade Yan Nuoya.

Before he could finish speaking, Yan Nuoya had already plugged in the power, turned on the hairdryer, and blew it directly onto his face.

A warm breeze suddenly rushed towards him, silencing the rest of his sentence.

He had no choice but to sit down and let her do as she pleased.

Yan Nuoya gently stroked his short hair with her fingers, her movements as clumsy and awkward as before.

Fortunately, blow-drying short hair doesn't require any special skills.

However, the hot air from the hairdryer and Yan Nuoya's hand brushing against his hair, neck, and ears brought a strange tingling sensation, making Mo Xiangwen feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

Less than half a minute later, he couldn't help but shrink his neck and urge, "Alright, alright, it's completely dry, it's really ready!"

Yan Nuoya paused slightly before reluctantly turning off the hair dryer, seemingly quite dissatisfied, and muttered a complaint: "How come it dried so quickly?"

Mo Xiangwen was both amused and exasperated. He stood up and casually ruffled her silver hair, which he had just carefully dried. "You've had a long day. Stop thinking about it and get some rest."

Yan Nuoya gave a muffled hum and didn't say anything.

He took the hair dryer from her and turned to put it away.

When he returned to the living room, he found Yan Nuoya lying peacefully on the sofa, covered tightly with the blanket, with only her small head and a hand scrolling through her phone showing.

Seeing this, he didn't bother to say anything more and simply reached out and turned off the main light in the living room.

The room suddenly went dark, with only the faint light from the phone screen remaining.

Using the dim light, he groped his way to another sofa and lay down.

He had just adjusted his position and covered himself with the blanket when he heard Yan Nuoya's voice from beside him:

"Good night."

Immediately afterwards, the light from her phone screen went out, and the entire living room was completely enveloped in darkness and silence.

It seems that today's busy day has really exhausted her.

"Mmm," Mo Xiangwen replied softly in the darkness, "Goodnight."

As he finished speaking, he gave up the idea of ​​scrolling through his phone again and closed his eyes.

Before long, a deep sense of fatigue quickly overwhelmed him, and he fell into a deep sleep.

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