At that mont, the mirror unexpectedly reflected the man’s smiling face, which filled Hua Xiaomo with extre resentnt.
Suddenly, a voice ca from outside the door, "Xiao Mo, are you done showering?"
"..." Hua Xiaomo paused, becoming much more alert. "Not yet."
Then, Hua Xiaomo finally shed her clothes, turned on the shower, and quickly rinsed the scent from her body and the traces on her face.
She truly wished she could wash away everything and wake up to a brand-new day tomorrow.
But in reality, there were many things that couldn’t be helped...
When Hua Xiaomo ca out, her hair was completely drenched.
Dong Xiaoyou stepped forward and wrapped her hair in a dry towel. "Feeling any better?"
"Yes, much better." Hua Xiaomo felt a wave of warmth. Looking at Dong Xiaoyou, she smiled.
"Shall I blow-dry your hair for you?" Dong Xiaoyou suggested. It had been several days since they’d last seen each other, and a touch more lancholy had appeared in Dong Xiaoyou’s eyes. The cheerful and happy Xiao Mo seed to be drifting further and further away.
"Cheer up, don’t be like this, Xiao Mo," Dong Xiaoyou comforted her, then helped her sit down on a chair.
She took out a hairdryer and started drying Hua Xiaomo’s uneven, shoulder-length chestnut hair. Soon, her hair was half-dry and looked a bit fluffy.
Hua Xiaomo looked at the face in the makeup mirror. Her face was petite and delicate, and her features were also very refined. However, the overly straight long hair hanging over her face made her look very charming and soft, as if she were easily bullied.
She hated that feeling.
Maybe that was why that damned bastard wanted to take advantage of her over and over again. To get through the following days safely, she absolutely had to make so changes.
Suddenly, she asked, "Xiao You, could you cut my hair for ?"
"Hm?" Dong Xiaoyou paused, then looked at her in the mirror and smiled. "You look very pretty like this. Why would you want to change?"
"I don’t like being too pretty," Hua Xiaomo replied, her expression growing slightly colder.
Dong Xiaoyou hesitated for a mont and placed her hands on Hua Xiaomo’s shoulders. "Xiao Mo, I saw everything just now. Tell honestly, what exactly is going on between you and President Qi?"
"I..." Hua Xiaomo fell silent for a mont, looking extrely embarrassed. She couldn’t help but say, "I was forced by him to sign a contract..."
"What? A contract?" Dong Xiaoyou was stunned. She had never expected such a thing to happen.
Afterward, Hua Xiaomo told her about her situation with Qi Longbing.
Dong Xiaoyou frowned as she listened. "Xiao Mo, does President Qi really like you?"
Hua Xiaomo shook her head. "He doesn’t like . He wants to get revenge on !"
Dong Xiaoyou sighed deeply, silent for a long ti.
"Xiao You, please don’t tell my mom, okay? I’m afraid she won’t be able to handle the shock," Hua Xiaomo said, her eyes heavily shadowed.
"Mm-hmm. I know, I won’t tell your mother," Dong Xiaoyou responded. Then, looking at Hua Xiaomo’s hair, she asked, "How about I give you a short, boyish cut? Maybe that’ll make you feel better?"
"Mm-hmm." Hua Xiaomo finally smiled. Looking at Dong Xiaoyou, she said, "Xiao You, you’re always so considerate. Is your boss treating you well?"
Upon hearing this, Dong Xiaoyou’s cheeks reddened. "What ’treating well’? There’s nothing between him and ."
"Really nothing? Or just pretending there’s nothing?" Hua Xiaomo teased with a smile. It was truly a rare mont of relaxation for her that day.
Dong Xiaoyou grabbed a pair of scissors, smoothed Hua Xiaomo’s hair, and deliberately changed the subject. "Hey, I’m really going to cut it, okay?"
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