The hair dryer made a buzzing sound, and the warm wind stroked every inch of her hair like a pair of warm big hands.

Qi Mo's movements were particularly gentle.

It seemed that I was afraid of hurting her, and I was holding her long hair like seaweed like a treasure.

The warm wind made the strange fragrance on Linlang's body even more intense.

Qi Mo's throat tightened and he couldn't help swallowing.

From his perspective, you can just see Linlang's carved side face, so perfect, so... I want to take it for myself.

Crazy thoughts were brewing in Qi Mo's mind, and this time he did not force himself to endure it.

[Congratulations to the host, Qi Mo's favorability has increased by 20 points, and the current progress is 43!]

The favorability suddenly increased so much that it scared the Book of Heaven.

It couldn't help but smack its lips and sighed quite a bit.

He is worthy of being a vixen.

No one in the world can withstand the teasing of refusing but still waiting.

The wet and cold hair became dry inch by inch in Qi Mo's hands.

He pulled out the hair dryer and called the man leaning on his lap softly: "Linlang."

No response.

Qi Mo then realized that she was asleep.

Her hair hangs down, covering half of her face.

Qi Mo reached out and carefully lifted the hair covering her face to the back of her head.

My fingertips reluctantly retreated and gently rubbed against her soft face.

Every time an inch is brushed, a slight redness is left.

A faint smile appeared on his face.

Qi Mo bent down and hugged Linlang and walked towards the bedroom. He carefully placed her on the bed, and carefully covered her with a quilt.

After staring at the person on the bed for a few seconds, he turned around and left.

However, Linlang suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist, as if it was a nightmare, and he was muttering something: "Dad...Don't...Director...Brother Zixuan..."

After hearing the last name, Qi Mo suddenly sank his eyes.

Brother Zixuan?

The scream is so intimate.

Does Linlang have anything to do with him?

Qi Mo's good mood just now was wiped out, and he sat by the bed, pulling Linlang's face like punishment: "Little idiot, sleeping on a man's bed, he is still thinking of another man? Hum?"

Linlang was not awakened by his actions, but just frowned, turned around, and turned his back to Qi Mo.

Qi Mo's palm was empty.

He sat by the window and silent for a moment, reached out and turned off the lights in the room.

Then he walked to the other side and lay beside Linlang.

"Good night." He said.

Qi Mo closed his eyes, but Linlang suddenly opened his bright eyes.

She pretended to be careless and squeezed into Qi Mo's arms, feeling the hormonal fragrance of mature men on him, and then she felt a hint of sleepiness.

-

This sleep was short and long.

Qi Mo hasn't slept so deeply for a long time. When he opened his eyes hazy, he found that the little thing beside him was tiptoing to lift the quilt.

He smiled, grabbed her wrist and pulled her back: "When you wake up, you want to run away?"

Linlang was "scared" and shouted and broke away from Qi Mo's hand and jumped to the end of the bed. His eyes were filled with panic and helplessness: "Qi, Professor Qi, I, I, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

Qi Mo sat up and pilked her hands behind her head, looking at her panicked and unemployed look with interest, like a little rabbit.

As if he was intentionally teasing her, Qi Mo said, "Why are you sorry for me?"

He looked at the girl's cheeks dyed with powder bit by bit, listening to her anxious but useless explanation: "I, I really don't know, I slept too heavily last night, I..."
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