"Looks like it."
Yan Yan put down the towel and pulled her onto his lap.
He spoke casually, "With his personality, if he wasn't dealt some blows, he wouldn't be like this."
Yun Qiluo suddenly realized it made sense, "Fan Xinglan is so pitiful. Will he not come again in the future?"
The man chuckled at her words, "Just wait, he'll be back in a while. He'll only stay quiet for a short time."
He pinched her waist with his big hand, looking at the fair, tender face of the young girl in his arms, and asked in a low voice:
"Little Gua, can you help me blow dry my hair?"
Yun Qiluo hummed softly, stood up, and fetched the hairdryer to blow his hair.
Yan Yan lowered his eyes, sensing the subtle milky fragrance on her, feeling restless.
While she was blow-drying his hair, he slipped his hand under her clothes, pinching her soft and tender waist, which was smooth like tofu.
Yun Qiluo was ticklish, and she trembled after his fingers teased her twice.
