Quietly walking out of the room, Ye Zhiqiu thought for a moment and did not turn off the lights in his room.

Following the already familiar direction, I reached the door of Yu Caiwei's room, pushed it gently, and sure enough, the door was unlocked and I entered smoothly.

In the room, there was a "whirring" sound, and Yu Caiwei was blow-drying her hair.

Yu Caiwei turned her head and glanced, handing over the hair dryer in her hand.

Ye Zhiqiu took it very naturally and helped Yu Caiwei play it.

Yu Caiwei's hair is usually maintained, but she doesn't know how to maintain it. It's as black and smooth as the hair of the shampoo commercial models on TV. It will slip away if you grab it with your fingertips without paying attention.

However, due to Ye Zhiqiu's inexperience and careless movements, the blowing became a little scattered, which actually added to the feeling of laziness.

"First time?" Yu Caiwei suddenly asked.

"No." Ye Zhiqiu shook his head. The wind was in the wrong direction, and the long hair on his fingertips was blown around.

Just in time, it blocked Yu Caiwei's expression.

Ye Zhiqiu quickly made some adjustments and pulled back the hair that stuck to the side of Yu Caiwei's face, and continued: "When I was a child, I responded to the school's call for parents' gratitude activities and helped my mother wash her feet and dry her hair."

"In the end, my mother disliked me even though I was bragging about half of it, and wouldn't let me brag about it."

"...Oh." Where Ye Zhiqiu didn't see it, Yu Caiwei's cold expression faded away, and she squinted her eyes slightly again, enjoying the feeling of Ye Zhiqiu's big hands playing with her head.

After a while, Yu Caiwei closed her eyes and said softly: "From now on, you can only help me blow dry my hair."

"Huh?" Ye Zhiqiu felt that he seemed to have found some feelings, and asked casually: "My mother can't do it either?"

"...No." At this time, Yu Caiwei opened her eyes and turned her head.

"Hey, don't move and it almost gets knotted." Ye Zhiqiu said quickly.

"Is that okay?" Yu Caiwei remained unmoved, her eyes looking directly into Ye Zhiqiu's eyes.

Ye Zhiqiu stopped and said helplessly: "Even my mother can't do it, how can she be so overbearing?"

Yu Caiwei nodded, "I'll blow it for Auntie, but you can only blow it for me."

"May I?"

Yu Caiwei asked the question for the second time, as if she must get the answer from Ye Zhiqiu.

"OK, no problem."

It's not a big deal, so Ye Zhiqiu agreed casually and said: "Turn your head away and continue. There is still a small area that has not been dried."

Yu Caiwei refused, raised her right hand, and said again: "You agreed, pull the hook."

Looking at Yu Caiwei's serious face that "will never give up until she achieves her goal" and the white and tender fingers in front of her eyes, Ye Zhiqiu was defeated.

"Okay, okay, the hook will not change for a hundred years."

Looking at the fingers of the two people hooked tightly together, Yu Caiwei finally smiled with satisfaction, turned around obediently, and assumed a "continue" posture.

After finally drying his long hair, Ye Zhiqiu breathed a sigh of relief. Although it was a bit messy, he felt that it had a natural look and it still looked very good.

In fact, the biggest credit is that people are good-looking...

Then, Yu Caiwei took the comb and gave it a few strokes, and her hair magically became docile again.

Pulling Yu Caiwei up from her seat, Ye Zhiqiu chuckled and said, "Okay, can we 'practice' the piano?"

Yu Caiwei stretched out her hand to stop her and said with a smile, "Wait a minute."

"How can I learn without music score?"

Seeing the paper and pen that Yu Caiwei seemed to have prepared in advance, Ye Zhiqiu was stunned.

Are you really learning the piano this late at night?

What's wrong with doing something...?

"No, Weiwei..." Ye Zhiqiu still wanted to explain.

"What's wrong?" Yu Caiwei tilted her head and pretended to be confused: "Didn't I agree to teach you?"

"..." Ye Zhiqiu was speechless.

Yu Caiwei couldn't help but pulled Ye Zhiqiu over and pressed him on the chair in front of the desk.

Ye Zhiqiu had no choice but to do as he was told.

From behind, looking at Ye Zhiqiu's figure concentrating on writing and painting, a sly smile flashed in Yu Caiwei's eyes.

Yu Caiwei watched from the side, Ye Zhiqiu wrote that he was almost here, but he missed Yu Caiwei but felt restless again.

As Ye Zhiqiu was writing, Yu Caiwei's head poked out from her left shoulder, her eyes curiously looking at the paper, and the warm scent of a light mixture of shampoo and body fragrance penetrated her nostrils. It smelled very good.

After watching for a while, perhaps feeling bored, Yu Caiwei shifted her gaze and stared directly at Ye Zhiqiu.

At this moment, Ye Zhiqiu was busy writing and had no time to pay attention to the girl's gaze.

Yu Caiwei, who was ignored, didn't care. After thinking for a moment, she picked up a strand of hair and gently scratched it on Ye Zhiqiu's face.

He was just short of finishing the last bit. His thoughts were interrupted by the itching feeling on his face. Ye Zhiqiu raised his hand and gently pushed his hair away.ωωw.

Yu Caiwei pouted dissatisfiedly. She was tired from standing for a long time, but there was only one chair in the room. If she wanted to sit, she could only sit on the bed.

Just in time, Yu Caiwei's eyes lit up when she saw Ye Zhiqiu's back, and she lay down without hesitation, placing her entire weight on Ye Zhiqiu's back.

"Why..."

There was a sudden weight on his back, and Ye Zhiqiu's body sank, and he quickly stabilized the pen in his hand.

The next moment, I felt the warmth and soft feeling coming from my back.

The home clothes of both of them are made of light and smooth silk material, which is close to the body and feels very real to the touch.

"Weiwei..." Ye Zhiqiu's voice was hoarse, "Don't make trouble...I'll finish writing it soon."

On her back, Yu Caiwei shook her head gently, and her hot and moist breath hit Ye Zhiqiu's ears.

"No more writing... let's take the exam now..."

"Master Ye."

Damn! This is still bearable!

Ye Zhiqiu was heartbroken, slapped the pen in his hand on the table, turned around and the two of them hugged each other.

"Well..."

I stopped practicing piano and practiced vocal music - vital capacity exercises.

Ye Zhiqiu remembered a report he accidentally saw, a paper published in an authoritative international journal.

Even healthy people have no less than 50 billion resident bacteria in their mouths.

When a couple kisses, up to 80 million bacteria are exchanged, so...

Bacteria are smelly, so why does this girl Yu Caiwei have sweet taste in her mouth?

At this time, there is another master suite in the villa.

It's not too late yet, Yu Zhengdao and Liu Wenshu haven't fallen asleep yet.

"Is Zhiqiu in the news again?" Liu Wenshu, holding a tablet computer, said, "They are going to attend some music awards ceremony tonight..."

As she spoke, Liu Wenshu clicked on the news without reading the text and directly opened the video.

It's a clip from the "Golden Song Awards" award ceremony.

"Eh?" Looking at it, Liu Wenshu let out a light sigh and pulled Yu Zhengdao, who was holding a book.

"Lao Yu, take a look. Is this young man the son of Xiao Qiang, the former cooperative company?"
Chapter completed!