The sound of "slam--" flowing water came from the bathroom. Rosemary was lying on the bed, and her heart was like millions of ants gnawing, itchy.

She was very uncomfortable.

But I can't tell what this discomfort feels like.

Anyway, she was very tortured, which made her hold the quilt and keep rolling on the bed.

The heart was like a rabbit kicking, jumping around inside, and it was about to jump out at any time.

Rosemary got off on the bed.

There are hundreds of them back and forth!

Suddenly, a strange feeling came from behind her. She was shocked and turned around and saw that Mu Yiyang had already come out of the bathroom at some point.

Rosemary was so scared that she turned over and sat up.

"When did you...you come out?"

Could he have looked at all the stupid look of rolling on the bed, right?

This is too embarrassing!

Mu Yiyang was wearing a white low-cut nightgown, with a large area of ​​strong muscles exposed on his chest, and it was still sexy but not abrupt at all. Everything seemed to be just right.

He held a dry towel in his hand and wiped the wet short hair from his head one after another.

Looking at Rosemary's eyes were like looking at a fool.

Without answering her question, she took the towel and went to the sofa.

Sitting lazy and slimly, lowering his head to wipe his hair.

Rosemary sat on the bed and 'appreciated' him.

Does this guy know that his every move is full of endless charm and temptation?

Lu Limmey has seen many beautiful men, and she was born in a family of good looks, such as her father or her brother. Which one is not good-looking?

So, she thought she was born immune to handsome guys, but she just happened!! When she saw the ghost and saw the piece of wood in front of her, why did she suddenly feel pleasing to the eye and full of joy?

Yes, Mu Yiyang is indeed pretty.

Under her beauty filter, Rosemary felt that his beauty was not just the surface, but a kind of radiant from the inside out in every move...

Abstinent beauty.

He didn't talk much, had few expressions, and felt cold in temperament, as if he was covered with a veil of mystery.

The strong male hormones on the body made thousands of girls flock to it.

But it would be fine if it was just like this, but under such an abstinent beauty, there was a heart that would become hot.

Although not everyone gave the warmth in his heart, even so, Rosemary felt that he had added a lot of points.

"You're going to just watch this for one night?"

The man who had been wiping his hair down suddenly raised his eyes.

His faint gaze was just inconsistent with Rosemary's "appreciation" look. Rosemary panicked, licked her lips, but immediately pretended to be indifferent, and said with confidence: "What? It's not okay to take a look?"

Mu Yiyang: "..."

He didn't have the heart to argue with her, "Okay, you can see whatever you like."

He threw the towel on the chair next to him, "Is there any extra quilt?"

"It seems like there is a bed towel in the cabinet. I'll get it."

Rosemary got out of bed, went to the locker room and carried the blanket out.

Mu Yiyang went to the sofa and fell asleep.

"You just slept like this? No, your hair is not dry yet!"

She said, reaching out and grabbing his head.

It's all water.

Mu Yiyang opened his eyes.

The dark eyes were stained with sleepiness, but there was a hint of undetectable ripples embedded in the sleepiness.

"Get up, get up, blow dry your hair before going to bed."

Rosemary patted her on the shoulder.

But, the man on the sofa closed his eyes again and ignored her, "It will naturally fuck her after a while."

Mu Yiyang doesn't like to blow his head.

He is not like a woman. His hair is short and he wipes it with a dry towel a little, and it will naturally dry in a few minutes.

Using a hair dryer is too dry and uncomfortable.

Of course, the reason why he closed his eyes was not that he didn't want to pay attention to her, but that this woman...

Does she know that she is now in a vacuum?

Mu Yiyang suddenly felt a little irritated.

He simply turned around, faced the backrest of the sofa, and fell asleep with his arms in his arms, not planning to pay attention to the "noss" Lu Lesemary.

"You guy..."

Rosemary was speechless.

He got up, walked to the bathroom, turned out the hair dryer, and found a socket to plug it in. Without asking Mu Yiyang whether he would like it or not, she took the initiative to blow it up according to his head.

Mu Yiyang really thought it would be difficult to ignore her.

He had no choice but to open his eyes again, turn around and look at her.

The eyes are deep and heavy, like an ancient well filled with history.

"I know what you're going to say-"

Because the hair dryer is not small, Rosemary can only raise the sound of decibels and shout at him: "I want to say that I am meddling in other people's business, right?"

Mu Yiyang just looked at her and didn't say anything.

The warm wind blew over his head, making him feel a little comfortable.

Rosemary continued: "If your hair doesn't dry, you will sleep. It is easy to have headaches and will also make the sofa wet. Do you know how expensive this sofa is? Although it was not bought by me, I will feel distressed too!"

Mu Yiyang: "..."

So, in the end, what she felt distressed was the sofa pillowing under his head.

Mu Yiyang closed his eyes again.

Rosemary didn't say anything else, and his little hand tried to grab his short hair, observing the facial expression of a certain piece of wood.

No expression.

very good!

That proved that he didn't mind touching his hair himself.

So Rosemary took the courage to grab it gently.

Immediately afterwards, one after another, one after another...

It’s not that she wanted to grab his hair too much, she really just wanted to see if his hair was dry or not.

Her fingers, over and over again, gently passed through Mu Yiyang's short black hair.

He closed his eyes and enjoyed the touch again and again.

He was obviously just exploring the humidity of his hair, but he felt that there seemed to be magic between her fingers, which would make him relax.

This is still a woman in his life, except for his mother, who is blowing his head for him.

This feeling...

It's hard to describe.

It was like that warmth had penetrated into his heart along his scalp.

It filled his empty space for many years.

It also made his heart pool that had been cold for many years warm up in an instant.

Of course, it was the first time Rosemary blew his hair to a man. She never thought that one day she would do these things to a man, and this man was Mu Yiyang.

It seems that everything has been incredible since they got married until now...

But everything in the story seems to be following the opposite track they imagined.

Will it be completely derailed a year later, even to the point where she herself cannot end?

"Mu Yiyang..."

Rosemary shouted softly.

No response.

Mu Yiyang closed his eyes, as if he was asleep.

Or, her voice was completely overwhelmed by the "buzzing" hair dryer.

No response is better.

Originally, she just wanted to call him.

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