Huo Zun looked at the woman's damp hair, his thin lips curled up, and he lifted his big hand to hold the woman in his arms, picking up the hairdryer to dry her hair.
Hua Nuan was not appreciative, tugging at the corners of her lips.
Generally speaking, a wolf tends to feed its own lamb well before it goes hunting.
This way, it tastes more delicious.
Hua Nuan, tired and sleepy, directly fell asleep in the man's arms.
Perhaps it was because she knew, Huo Zun would not touch her...
Because she was not yet eighteen.
Hua Nuan did not understand why a man like Huo Zun, who could treat everything as nothing, had to be so particular about her age.
In a man's view, all rules should be just for show.
Even having lived with him for six years, Hua Nuan still felt that she did not understand him.
Regarding this man, she only knew the surface.
...
After Huo Zun dried Hua Nuan's hair, he saw the woman's exceptionally beautiful sleeping face, which was very quiet and extremely cute.
