119: C119 Wipe Her Hair

C119 Wipe Her Hair

"Be careful!" Hai Xiaomin reminded in a slightly nervous tone.

Whoosh - Following a ray of light in her hand, the situation in the stairwell became clear.

Hai Xiaomin raised the small flashlight on her phone and shone it on the ceiling of the staircase, "My house is on the fifth floor."

"Oh." Ling Yao answered obediently.

Yes, his response sounded as obedient as a child's. Or rather, he was like a child who was afraid of being lost. He hugged her and refused to let go!

"So, can you come down now?" Hai Xiaomin tilted her head and patiently said to the man who rested his chin on her shoulder.

"Hai Xiaomin, are you still a woman?" Ling Yao looked at her who was very close to him and asked. In his tone, it was not difficult to hear a trace of dislike and doubt.

“...”

Hai Xiaomin stood still and only silently clenched her fists. Someone touched her chest with one hand and asked this kind of neurotic question at the same time. She simply did not need to be taught a lesson!

Should she go and learn a set of anti-wolf skills some other day? It would be wonderful to have a shoulder throw at this kind of time!

Ling Yao knew when to stop. He was afraid that if she struggled, she would hurt herself. He let go of Hai Xiaomin and stood up straight. He asked in confusion, "Why are you not afraid of the dark?"

Seeing his serious expression, it did not seem like he was pretending. Hai Xiaomin had nowhere to react. She could only pretend that she could not lower her voice and shout, "Ah ~ I am afraid, so scared, so scared. Satisfied? "

Rolling her eyes, she angrily raised her flashlight and continued to walk upstairs.

She didn't know whether he was really stupid or pretending to be stupid. No matter how afraid she was of the dark, with such a living person behind her, what did she need to be afraid of?

Thinking of this, Hai Xiaomin's expression was slightly stunned.

Was it because there was someone accompanying her and not afraid, or was it because this person was Ling Yao, so she was fearless?

Ling Yao put one hand in his pocket and looked up at her thin and somewhat stubborn back. Even though it was the first time he was looked down upon as a retard, he did not have the slightest bit of annoyance. Instead, the corners of his mouth curled up in an extremely shallow arc.

He had touched her bottom line earlier. On her lips... She didn't say it, but she was clearly still angry.

He was not good at coaxing women, but what could he do? Who could he coax if he did not coax the woman he had provoked?

Taking advantage of the fact that the lights had yet to disappear around the corner, Ling Yao took a step forward and followed.

He gently took the key and opened the door. He turned on the light in the living room and the room was filled with a cold and lifeless atmosphere. Hai Xiaomin then realized that she had been too busy and forgot that her father was sleeping at the company today. Her mother also said that she would return to the Yang's house tonight and would not come back at night.

In fact, because of something that happened two days ago, she should not have gone home tonight.

"Feel free to sit." Hai Xiaomin casually threw the key on the shoe cabinet, threw the bag on the sofa, and went to boil water to make tea.

Ling Yao walked into the door and his gaze roughly swept through the living room's furnishings. Finally, it landed on the string of keys beside him.

"Tea and coffee?" Hai Xiaomin's voice came from the kitchen.

"Thank you." Ling Yao went to the sofa and sat down.

After a while, Hai Xiaomin put down a cup of fragrant coffee in front of him. "Only instant coffee."

"That's enough." Ling Yao was not picky. It was just that the boiling water was too hot. He picked up the cup and gently blew on it. "Uncle and aunt are not home?"

"They are not back yet." Hai Xiaomin's expression was slightly strange. She hurriedly hid it and got up to run to the kitchen again. Her wrist was suddenly grabbed by a big hand.

Ling Yao pulled her and said in a low voice, "Don't be so busy. Clean yourself up first."

After his reminder, Hai Xiaomin just remembered that her current appearance should be very embarrassing. She smiled, "Alright, I will go and pack up first. The television is remotely controlled on the coffee table."1

Ling Yao turned on the television but did not have the mood to watch. He pressed the silent button and got up. He walked around the living room and sized it up.

After more than ten minutes, Hai Xiaomin came out of the bathroom. Ling Yao was still watching. This 30 square meter living room was not even as big as his bathroom. He really did not know what was not enough to watch.

He turned around when he heard the noise.

Hai Xiaomin not only removed her makeup but also took a shower. She wore her spongy sleeping dress and wiped her wet hair as she came out of the bathroom.

Ling Yao's gaze fell on her and did not move away. That pair of black eyes revealed a strange soft light.

"What's wrong? This dress doesn't look good?" Hai Xiaomin felt uncomfortable under his gaze.

" It looks good. " Ling Yao curled his lips. He was wearing a perfectly straight suit, which showed the elegant and cold side of a man. He rolled his eyes and suddenly had a strange thought, "Sit on the sofa. I'll help you wipe your hair."

"Huh?" Hai Xiaomin almost thought that there was something wrong with her ears. He wanted to help her wipe her hair?

But the man was the first to walk over. "What are you still standing there for? Come here."

"Oh." Hai Xiaomin slowly went over and sat down. Ling Yao sat on the armrest of the sofa and took a towel to help her wipe her hair gently.

His every action affected her subtle mind.

When she was young, Hai's father had told her that men were only willing to wipe their hair for three lifetimes. Their mother, wife, and daughter were nothing to him, but he naturally did it for her.

When she thought about how he disapproved of her not long ago, Hai Xiaomin quickly woke up. This was probably a normal way for him to win a woman's heart.

Ling Yao's skill in this area was really terrifying. She almost fell into it.

When it was almost done, Ling Yao suddenly leaned down, pinched her chin, and forced her to raise her head.

The man's handsome face covered all the light in her sight. Hai Xiaomin subconsciously widened her bright eyes and held her breath.

"Yes, the swelling is almost gone." The force in her hand suddenly disappeared and what disappeared was the shadow above her head.

Ling Yao moved his butt and sat in the empty seat on the other side of her. He pulled her slender hand and looked at the scratches on her arm as he asked in a normal tone. "Do you still have the medicine I gave you last time?"

"It's a small injury. It doesn't matter." Hai Xiaomin comforted him and looked at the man who was focused on Jun Pang. The corners of her pink lips curled into a bitter smile, "It seems that every time I am in my worst state, I will be met by you. Tell me, what do you think? Are you born to suppress me? "

Ling Yao faintly raised his eyes and cast a sidelong glance at her. Every time, he was always the one who happened to be present. This could be counted on him, and Dou'e didn't feel wronged at all!

Seeing the resentment in the man's eyes, Hai Xiaomin could not help but laugh. "No matter what, thank you for helping me like that today."

At the crucial moment, he did not hesitate to sacrifice his reputation to help her stand up. Although there was some unhappiness later on, at the moment before, she was deeply touched from the bottom of her heart.

"You are so clear about it?" Ling Yao teased, "To be honest, did you secretly rejoice in your heart, hoping that what I said at that time was true?"

Hope what was true?

Did he call her 'wife'?

Hai Xiaomin curled her lips in disdain. Her beautiful eyes were filled with a smile. "Do you think I am an underage pure little girl who is easily fooled by your flowery words?"

The gentle light contrasted with her smile. It was playful and cute.

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