The man had already taken off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, and unbuttoned three buttons at the collar, revealing a broad expanse of muscular chest.
Broad shoulders, narrow waist, exuding a strong masculine pheromone.
Compared to her sudden nervousness, he appeared natural and at ease.
Hearing the footsteps, he looked up from his phone screen, and when he saw her, his thin lips curved into a smile of indulgence and undisguised charm, "Come here."
He naturally tossed aside the phone, picked up the hairdryer beside him, ready to blow dry her hair.
It wasn't the first time he was blow-drying her hair, or rather, he had lost count of how many times he had blown her hair; every night after her bath, he would always have the hairdryer ready as if it were his full-time job.
Over the course of a month and a half of being together, she had become accustomed to his care, but tonight she felt uneasy.
"What are you standing there for, come here." He urged her again.
