Ten minutes was just enough to make Zhuo Qianqian’s long hair less damp.
The two sat on the bench one after the other, with Wang Fan using a hair dryer to blow hot air at her hair roots. As he blew and shook, the roots began to dry, and the hair, originally clinging to her scalp because of the dampness, gradually started to fluff up, increasingly shimring with alluring luster.
Switching the hot air to cold, he began to blow from top to bottom at the hair tips.
Gently shaking out the damp hair, the strands fluttered lightly, propelled by the airflow from the dryer, becoming more buoyant as the moisture evaporated. They ford graceful arcs in the air, a faint fragrance lingering around Wang Fan’s nose, spreading a warm feeling in his heart.
Along with it cos a sense of complete satisfaction.
Just as he was blowing her hair, Wang Fan noticed the little foodie in front of him started swaying back and forth. Before he could react, she leaned her head into his embrace.
"Hoo..."
A gentle snoring sound ca from her nostrils, her waterfall-like black hair scattered over Wang Fan, exuding a soft fragrance.
Her eyes were gently closed, with long eyelashes occasionally fluttering like butterfly wings.
Her lips slightly pouted, carrying a faint smile, as if she was encountering sothing delightful in her dream, making Wang Fan unable to bring himself to wake her.
Doing so would be like committing a cri, warranting condemnation from one’s conscience!
With one arm around her neck and the other supporting her legs, a standard princess carry nestled her in his embrace.
For Wang Fan, Zhuo Qianqian’s weight was no problem at all, and he tenderly carried her towards the bedroom.
Carefully placing her on the bed, he then pulled the thin blanket over her and finally let out a quiet sigh of relief.
He activated the RV’s AI system, set the temperature to 26 degrees, and then turned on the stove monitor before going to freshen up himself.
Returning to the bedside, Wang Fan was sowhat at a loss. In TV shows, it seed boyfriends would kiss their girlfriend’s foreheads before sleeping?
Is this so kind of custom?
Taking out his phone for a search, he indeed found ntions of this.
"Kissing your girlfriend’s forehead before bed signifies cherishing her—it is a ceremonial gesture, symbolizing protection. When a man kisses his girlfriend’s forehead before sleeping, it represents his desire to protect her, showing true love. Not willing to kiss ans playing around, not genuine liking."
Wang Fan affird his true feelings, so going through this process seed necessary; not doing it would insinuate being a playboy?
However, gazing at Zhuo Qianqian’s smooth and full forehead, Wang Fan was still anxious, fearing his small gesture would wake her.
Leaning down, Wang Fan’s face slowly approached Zhuo Qianqian’s forehead.
Yet, as his face neared her forehead, Zhuo Qianqian suddenly lifted her head, the surprise attack so swift that Wang Fan, a man in his twenties, couldn’t react.
Wang Fan only felt a soft and sticky touch on his lips, brief yet vivid. He seed to perceive the subtle texture of her lips and a hint of warmth, but the swift pace coupled with his nervousness made it feel unreal.
Ti seed to freeze, Zhuo Qianqian’s ambush delicate and fleeting, tinged with a hint of shyness and nervousness, retreating swiftly under the covers, curling up inside the blanket.
Wang Fan widened his eyes, montarily at a loss, as a subtle atmosphere began to perate the air.
His first kiss was gone?!
Baffled, Wang Fan bewilderedly lay back on the bed, bewilderedly touched his lips, bewilderedly fell asleep without realizing.
Zhuo Qianqian cautiously lifted a corner of the blanket, seeing Wang Fan had lay down, she sighed in relief, patting her flushed cheeks, feeling extrely pleased within.
Boss, no matter how good your physical condition is, you still fell victim to my sneak attack!
Hehehe...
...
"Co out."
"No."
"Hurry up and co out."
"I just won’t!"
"Now you know fear, why were you so bold last night?"
"Last night is over, it’s bygones now; you can’t settle accounts after the event."
Wang Fan stood beside Zhuo Qianqian’s bed, while Zhuo Qianqian still refused to co out from under the covers.
"Can’t be bygone at all! Dare to sneak attack , this account must be settled."
Zhuo Qianqian tightened the blanket, afraid her lair would be uncovered: "Boss, you can’t be so petty, people should be magnanimous."
Wang Fan refused, "Can’t be magnanimous at all, you need to co out quickly, solve this early so we can visit Professor Ai sooner."
"I certainly won’t co out, I’ll call Professor Ai later, telling him you’ll represent ."
Anyway, Zhuo Qianqian was determined, today she wouldn’t leave the warmth of the blanket even if it ant death.
Wang Fan sneered lightly saying: "I’ve prepared pig stomach chicken, slow-cooked overnight on low heat, the chicken tender and falling off the bone, the broth rich and fragrant; aren’t you tempted to try?"
"Gulp..."
Zhuo Qianqian involuntarily swallowed, yet still decided not to co out: "You’ve made it for Professor Ai, how could I drink it?"
Wang Fan said calmly: "Who said I only cooked one?"
"You don’t want to eat, you don’t want to eat, you don’t want to eat..."
Zhuo Qianqian muttered a mantra to herself.
Seeing Zhuo Qianqian still unmoved, Wang Fan laughed coldly, using the ultimate weapon: "And there’s an eight-hour slow roasted steak too, juicy with a gentle squeeze..."
"Where?!"
Though she questioned why such a hefty dish was available in the morning, as a foodie, facing delicious food, she couldn’t resist at all!
"Let’s see where you’ll run!"
Wang Fan grabbed hold of the blanket, preventing Zhuo Qianqian from slipping back in.
Zhuo Qianqian, taking the stance of a fearless rebel, looked at Wang Fan defiantly saying: "I never planned to go back once out, it was who kissed you, what do you want to do about it?"
"Hmm?"
Once more, Wang Fan found himself stunned; since when were bold thieves this audacious?
He really couldn’t do anything about her, it seed?
Zhuo Qianqian felt quite proud and couldn’t help but pout in triumph, almost breaking into song in celebration.
Seeing her so smug, Wang Fan felt a surge of anger rising within, provoked from both sides.
"Mm..."
Zhuo Qianqian’s eyes widened, her body stiffening like a mummy.
Then she couldn’t help but shyly close her eyes.
This kiss was forceful and dominant in spirit, as if declaring sovereignty, yet gentle and shy in action.
Her lips felt like the sweetest jelly, emanating a light fragrance, enchanting Wang Fan, making him lose himself, the touch soft and moist, akin to the most captivating lody, constantly plucking at Wang Fan’s heartstrings.
In this instant, Wang Fan felt sure, this mont’s mory would forever imprint itself deep in his mind, becoming an unforgettable precious experience in his life.
Even if he grows old and feeble, even if the fla of life dims, he will never forget this mont.
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