It was not until the soft towel had rubbed her skin red, and she winced in pain, muttering a soft "ow", that he finally stopped.
His clothes were damp and still dripping with water, but he wrapped her tightly in a bathrobe.
As he reached out to sort out the ssy hair he had dried, his gaze fell on her lips, his eyes suddenly cold, locked on her lips for a good while, then he gently touched her lips with his fingertips.
However, he quickly withdrew his fingertips, and without saying a word, grabbed her wrist and led her to the sink.
Before Xia Wan’an had ti to react to what he was planning, he had already picked up a hairdryer, adjusted it to the appropriate speed, and began to blow her long hair ticulously.
Throughout this process, his expression remained stern, just as it was when he was bathing her just now. But his movents, though not exactly gentle, were not rough either. Specifically, when he was drying her hair and it got tangled, he carefully smooth it out with his fingers.
Watching Han Jingnian like this in the mirror, Xia Wan’an was a bit dazed and puzzled.
After drying her hair, Han Jingnian put down the hairdryer, picked up a comb, brushed Xia Wan’an’s hair neatly, then lifted his head and t her eyes through the mirror: "Do you feel better now?"
Better, better, do you feel better?
Why did this sentence sound so suggestive?
But, Sir, who would feel good being forcefully shoved under the shower, unable to escape or avoid the downpour and shower gel for two full hours? That two hours, she could not even fall asleep. This was simply live torture, right?!
However, these whirlwind complaints briefly flashed across Xia Wan’an’s mind before it seed like sothing clicked. She glanced at the man in the mirror.
His face still looked as fierce as if he wished to devour soone, but in his eyes gazing at her, there was a trace of...concern?
Could it really be like she thought? Seeing her bullied by a stranger, he feared she might be upset. That’s why he brought her ho and washed her repeatedly for two hours...just like washing cabbage?
If that’s true, then when his fingertips were repeatedly caressing her lips just now, was it because that strange man almost kissed her?
Xia Wan’an’s heart was suddenly thrown into chaos.
Han Jingnian saw that Xia Wan’an was lost in her thoughts and not saying anything, he furrowed his eyebrows: "Still not feeling better?"
No, not at all..." Afraid that Han Jingnian might drag her into the shower again the next second, Xia Wan’an quickly shook her head.
As her words settled, she witnessed the hard lines on Han Jingnian’s stern face soften considerably.
PS: Han Jingnian is such an internalized, cute, cleanliness freak with strong possessiveness and jealousy!
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