The maid put hot water and rose essential oil in the bathtub, and prepared women's slippers, pajamas, towels and other toiletries.

When everything was ready, Ji Changmu carried the little girl into the bathroom.

The maid stood aside, neither leaving nor leaving: "Ji, Mr. Ji, are you coming or am I coming?"

"Come here." Ji Changmu left the little girl behind and walked away with a slightly unnatural look on his face.

The servant has never seen Ji Changmu bring a strange woman to this villa, not even once. Not only does he have no female friends, but he also has no female clients. Who is this little girl?

She bathed, washed her hair, and changed clothes for the little girl. The little girl was probably used to being taken care of, and she lay comfortably without waking up.

When the time was almost up, Ji Changmu came upstairs and asked, "Have you finished washing?"

"Okay, Mr. Ji." The maid tied Qiao Muyuan's pajamas, "The little girl is not awake yet, so she needs to blow her hair again."

With a "squeak" sound, the door opened.

The bathroom was misty and warm, and the white tiled walls were filled with water vapor.

Qiao Muyuan drank too much and was at the mercy of others, like a rag doll.

Ji Changmu took the hair dryer from the servant: "Go down."

"Okay." The maid was surprised, but she didn't dare to ask any more questions.

Qiao Muyuan seemed to be awake but not awake, smacking his lips: "I want to sleep."

"Okay, don't make trouble, dry your hair before going to sleep." Ji Changmu adjusted the hair dryer to the highest setting and dried her hair.

In the bright mirror was Qiao Muyuan's pretty eighteen-year-old face, but she was in a daze, letting Ji Changmu's fingers run through her hair.

"You have changed so much from before." Ji Changmu stood behind her and looked at the little girl in the mirror.

It's not a big difference, it's almost an earth-shaking difference.

Now she is more like Mrs. Qiao, but she has inherited her father's perfect genes, big eyes, double eyelids, high nose bridge, slightly raised red lips, and impeccable appearance.

It is also the best age.

Qiao Muyuan has long, black, soft hair with slightly curly tips.

She wore light purple pajamas obediently, like a doll.

"Teacher Ji, I don't want to fail the class." She looked at the mirror, as if she had woken up and recognized the man in the mirror.

"Let's talk tomorrow."

"I'm not happy today."

"I've been coaxing you all night, and you're still not happy?"

"Not happy."

"Then what do you want to do to be happy?"

"Don't fail the class."

"..." came around again.

Ji Changmu didn't bother to talk to her about this topic. Whether he would pass the exam or not was not something he could decide, and it was impossible for him to open a back door for her.

After about ten minutes, Ji Changmu turned off the hair dryer and picked her up from the chair.

The movement was too large, and a corner of Qiao Muyuan's pajamas slipped off Qiao Muyuan's shoulders, revealing the little girl's fair and attractive shoulders.

Ji Changmu looked away and pulled up her pajamas for her, then placed her in a comfortable white duvet and covered her with the quilt.

"Go to bed, it's getting late today." Ji Changmu said nothing more and turned off the bedside lamp.

"Teacher Ji...I'm quite happy today..."

"..." Ji Changmu didn't want to hear her nonsense.

"Don't leave, I can't sleep... let's talk about five cents."

"No chat." Ji Changmu didn't want to chat with a drunkard. He frowned and refused ruthlessly.

"Five dollars."

"No chat!"

"Fifty dollars."

"Are you bothered?"
Chapter completed!