Blow-drying my hair for the rest of my life?
Su Qingning's heart skipped a beat. A strange sensation quickly spread throughout her body; her heart felt tender, numb, warm, and sweet.
However, her lips curled into a scornful sneer. "You wish! I would never let a dirty hooligan like you do it!"
Lin Xiao just smiled, remaining silent.
Ten minutes later, her silky hair was finally dry. Su Qingning climbed into bed like a little rabbit while Lin Xiao returned to his makeshift bed on the floor.
Perhaps the evening's events had taken a particularly heavy toll on Su Qingning, leaving her exhausted both physically and mentally. It wasn't long before Lin Xiao heard her steady, even breathing.
Lin Xiao wasn't sleepy. His mind was busy contemplating the road ahead, and he lost track of how much time had passed.
Suddenly, a terrifying murderous intent rushed in from the window.
