Chapter 65
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Ling Han sat under the air conditioner with his wet hair, as if waiting for him to dry naturally.
Ye Huanyan suddenly couldn't bear it. "There should be unused clean towels. I'll find them for you. You're so easy to catch cold."
According to Ling Han's temper, it is estimated that he really took a shower and didn't touch anything like the washcloth inside.
After tossing in the bathroom for most of the day, she finally found a pink towel and hair dryer whose label had not been torn off. Taking these two tools out of the bathroom, ye Huanyan suddenly felt a little warm.
"Well, it's better to blow dry your hair. Come here, and the socket is here."
She stood by Ji Xiaoyue's makeup cabinet, plugged in a hair dryer, tried the temperature in her palm, and sullenly shouted Ling Han, with an unnatural expression.
She had no chance to get along with Ling Han so intimately, and she was not sure whether Ling Han would agree. For a time, she was both expecting and embarrassed.
There was silence in front of the sofa for a few seconds, and finally he moved his chair over.
The dark hair passed through her fingers, leaving a string of wet touch. From her perspective, you can see Ling Han's hair spinning, you can also see the bridge of his nose, you can see his wet shirt on his body. After a button collapsed, the wheat colored chest was stained with fine drops of water, which slowly fluctuated with his breath.
She blushed and hurriedly avoided her eyes.
When she blew to the left, her eyes suddenly found two scratches on her neck. The blood marks were still fresh and a trace of blood beads seeped. She was suddenly stunned, and suddenly remembered the touch of her fingers across her skin just at the bathroom door, as well as his voice of pumping cold air.
"Are you going to burn me?" Ling Han's voice suddenly sounded, which made her hands shake and almost lost her hair dryer.
Distracted, the port of the hair dryer has been blowing at the same place for a long time, and it's hot when you touch your hair.
"Sorry, sorry..." she hurried to apologize,
"I didn't mean it..."
Ling Han's face remained unchanged, with an indifferent look and a cold tone, "deliberately murder me with a hair dryer? Your IQ is not as low as this."
She pursed her lips and was speechless for a moment.
Just looking at the nail scratch on his neck absently, I felt a little sorry.
"It's over..." he raised his hand and touched his hair. He thought it was almost over, so he got up and unbuttoned his shirt.
Ye Huanyan's face changed, subconsciously glanced at Ji Xiaoyue, who was sleeping on the bed beside him, and looked flustered, "you... What are you doing?"
Ling Han frowned, took off his wet shirt and put it on the back of the chair, with a stiff tone,
"What are you thinking? Blow dry."
Her face froze, and she watched him turn around indifferently, wrapped in a blanket and returned to the sofa. She closed her eyes and rested, as if she didn't want to talk to her at all.
The sound of the hair dryer filled the small apartment. Ye Huanyan didn't know whether Ling Han was asleep or not. She secretly looked at him and didn't see him open his eyes.
Ling Han closed his eyes and gradually felt a rare sense of sleepiness in the whistling wind. For the first time since insomnia, his consciousness was a little confused. He tried to grasp a trace of clear consciousness in the chaos of consciousness, but it drifted farther and farther with the whistling wind in his ears.
In the distance, there was a pure girl in a fat school uniform, with bangs, ponytails, and a smile full of the breath of the whole spring, which made him remember it for a long time.
Suddenly, there was a chill on his neck. He opened his eyes conditionally and suddenly grabbed his wrist on his side. The strength of his hand made ye Huanyan cry out in pain, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead.
Hearing this sound, Ling Han suddenly loosened his hand, touched his neck, turned around, and asked coldly, "what are you doing?"
The ointment in Jin Yan's hand was torn to the ground by him, and there was still a bright transparent paste on the belly of her index finger. She took a deep breath, relieved the shock she had just received, and said wrongly, "on your neck... I want to give you some medicine, and you fell asleep, so I didn't call you..."
The woman in front of her eyes flushed and looked very wronged.
Ling Han put his hand down from his neck and felt a hand of ointment. It was sticky and disgusting. He took two pieces of paper in disgust, wiped his hands, and breathed out impatiently, "can't you wake me up?"
Ye Huanyan looked sluggish, looked down at the ointment that fell on the carpet, and breathed heavily.
She just saw that he was sleeping heavily, and she didn't have the heart to call him. She thought she would not wake him up if she was careful. She didn't expect that she would wake him up, and her wrists were injured.
"Sorry..."
This aggrieved voice fell in Ling Han's ear. He was even a little weak. He bowed his head and picked up the ointment and handed it to her. "They have woken up. It's no use saying these, and doing things should have a beginning and an end."
Ye Huanyan was slightly stunned and hesitated to take the ointment from his hand, which was unbelievable.
She didn't know why Ling Han changed during this period. It seemed that from the day she drowned, she guessed that maybe something happened to her, and he realized the importance of himself. But after that day, he asked her to move back to her old house, repeatedly, and with a vague attitude, she was always confused.
His sudden appearance tonight surprised her. Maybe anyway, at least he really had himself in his heart.
To say that he happened to be where Ji Xiaoyue lived by coincidence, would a fool believe it?
The cold ointment was rubbed from her index finger abdomen, evenly applied on her neck, and penetrated into the skin. The burning pain was relieved. Ling Han was a little surprised by the effect, but there was no waves on her face.
After the effect, what he felt was the temperature of her finger abdomen. Touching his skin, there was a slight numbness, which gradually spread. He couldn't help turning his head, and the remaining light from the corner of his eyes swept her cheek. The drooping eyebrows and eyes were very pure and sweet, the thick eyelashes trembled slightly, the lips were tight, it seemed that he was a little nervous, and even his breathing was very quiet.
The range of his turn was unknowingly larger, and the hot breath blew her cheek. She was suddenly surprised, raised her head, but hit his eyes. At that moment, she was in a trance, as if she saw a scene of stars shining for her.
Her forehead rubbed against the tip of his nose, and the tip of her nose swept his lips. These subtle touches were enough to make her tremble, and her heart was in chaos.
Suddenly, a trace of warmth fell on her lips, as if she had fallen into a sweet trap unprepared. She was at a loss.
And he was able to touch her thoroughly.
The back of his head was resting on the narrow sofa, and his chest was close to his broad chest. With violent ups and downs, he kissed deeply and wantonly, overbearing and warm, crushing and sticking her a little bit, sweeping her into a gentle storm, spinning and spinning.
She couldn't believe it was a real thing. She thought it was a dream, and even hoped it was a dream.
Because even if the dream will wake up, after all, there is no heartache, and after the reality turns into cruelty, there is only empty heart.
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Ling Han sat under the air conditioner with his wet hair, as if waiting for him to dry naturally.
Ye Huanyan suddenly couldn't bear it. "There should be unused clean towels. I'll find them for you. You're so easy to catch cold."
According to Ling Han's temper, it is estimated that he really took a shower and didn't touch anything like the washcloth inside.
After tossing in the bathroom for most of the day, she finally found a pink towel and hair dryer whose label had not been torn off. Taking these two tools out of the bathroom, ye Huanyan suddenly felt a little warm.
"Well, it's better to blow dry your hair. Come here, and the socket is here."
She stood by Ji Xiaoyue's makeup cabinet, plugged in a hair dryer, tried the temperature in her palm, and sullenly shouted Ling Han, with an unnatural expression.
She had no chance to get along with Ling Han so intimately, and she was not sure whether Ling Han would agree. For a time, she was both expecting and embarrassed.
There was silence in front of the sofa for a few seconds, and finally he moved his chair over.
The dark hair passed through her fingers, leaving a string of wet touch. From her perspective, you can see Ling Han's hair spinning, you can also see the bridge of his nose, you can see his wet shirt on his body. After a button collapsed, the wheat colored chest was stained with fine drops of water, which slowly fluctuated with his breath.
She blushed and hurriedly avoided her eyes.
When she blew to the left, her eyes suddenly found two scratches on her neck. The blood marks were still fresh and a trace of blood beads seeped. She was suddenly stunned, and suddenly remembered the touch of her fingers across her skin just at the bathroom door, as well as his voice of pumping cold air.
"Are you going to burn me?" Ling Han's voice suddenly sounded, which made her hands shake and almost lost her hair dryer.
Distracted, the port of the hair dryer has been blowing at the same place for a long time, and it's hot when you touch your hair.
"Sorry, sorry..." she hurried to apologize,
"I didn't mean it..."
Ling Han's face remained unchanged, with an indifferent look and a cold tone, "deliberately murder me with a hair dryer? Your IQ is not as low as this."
She pursed her lips and was speechless for a moment.
Just looking at the nail scratch on his neck absently, I felt a little sorry.
"It's over..." he raised his hand and touched his hair. He thought it was almost over, so he got up and unbuttoned his shirt.
Ye Huanyan's face changed, subconsciously glanced at Ji Xiaoyue, who was sleeping on the bed beside him, and looked flustered, "you... What are you doing?"
Ling Han frowned, took off his wet shirt and put it on the back of the chair, with a stiff tone,
"What are you thinking? Blow dry."
Her face froze, and she watched him turn around indifferently, wrapped in a blanket and returned to the sofa. She closed her eyes and rested, as if she didn't want to talk to her at all.
The sound of the hair dryer filled the small apartment. Ye Huanyan didn't know whether Ling Han was asleep or not. She secretly looked at him and didn't see him open his eyes.
Ling Han closed his eyes and gradually felt a rare sense of sleepiness in the whistling wind. For the first time since insomnia, his consciousness was a little confused. He tried to grasp a trace of clear consciousness in the chaos of consciousness, but it drifted farther and farther with the whistling wind in his ears.
In the distance, there was a pure girl in a fat school uniform, with bangs, ponytails, and a smile full of the breath of the whole spring, which made him remember it for a long time.
Suddenly, there was a chill on his neck. He opened his eyes conditionally and suddenly grabbed his wrist on his side. The strength of his hand made ye Huanyan cry out in pain, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead.
Hearing this sound, Ling Han suddenly loosened his hand, touched his neck, turned around, and asked coldly, "what are you doing?"
The ointment in Jin Yan's hand was torn to the ground by him, and there was still a bright transparent paste on the belly of her index finger. She took a deep breath, relieved the shock she had just received, and said wrongly, "on your neck... I want to give you some medicine, and you fell asleep, so I didn't call you..."
The woman in front of her eyes flushed and looked very wronged.
Ling Han put his hand down from his neck and felt a hand of ointment. It was sticky and disgusting. He took two pieces of paper in disgust, wiped his hands, and breathed out impatiently, "can't you wake me up?"
Ye Huanyan looked sluggish, looked down at the ointment that fell on the carpet, and breathed heavily.
She just saw that he was sleeping heavily, and she didn't have the heart to call him. She thought she would not wake him up if she was careful. She didn't expect that she would wake him up, and her wrists were injured.
"Sorry..."
This aggrieved voice fell in Ling Han's ear. He was even a little weak. He bowed his head and picked up the ointment and handed it to her. "They have woken up. It's no use saying these, and doing things should have a beginning and an end."
Ye Huanyan was slightly stunned and hesitated to take the ointment from his hand, which was unbelievable.
She didn't know why Ling Han changed during this period. It seemed that from the day she drowned, she guessed that maybe something happened to her, and he realized the importance of himself. But after that day, he asked her to move back to her old house, repeatedly, and with a vague attitude, she was always confused.
His sudden appearance tonight surprised her. Maybe anyway, at least he really had himself in his heart.
To say that he happened to be where Ji Xiaoyue lived by coincidence, would a fool believe it?
The cold ointment was rubbed from her index finger abdomen, evenly applied on her neck, and penetrated into the skin. The burning pain was relieved. Ling Han was a little surprised by the effect, but there was no waves on her face.
After the effect, what he felt was the temperature of her finger abdomen. Touching his skin, there was a slight numbness, which gradually spread. He couldn't help turning his head, and the remaining light from the corner of his eyes swept her cheek. The drooping eyebrows and eyes were very pure and sweet, the thick eyelashes trembled slightly, the lips were tight, it seemed that he was a little nervous, and even his breathing was very quiet.
The range of his turn was unknowingly larger, and the hot breath blew her cheek. She was suddenly surprised, raised her head, but hit his eyes. At that moment, she was in a trance, as if she saw a scene of stars shining for her.
Her forehead rubbed against the tip of his nose, and the tip of her nose swept his lips. These subtle touches were enough to make her tremble, and her heart was in chaos.
Suddenly, a trace of warmth fell on her lips, as if she had fallen into a sweet trap unprepared. She was at a loss.
And he was able to touch her thoroughly.
The back of his head was resting on the narrow sofa, and his chest was close to his broad chest. With violent ups and downs, he kissed deeply and wantonly, overbearing and warm, crushing and sticking her a little bit, sweeping her into a gentle storm, spinning and spinning.
She couldn't believe it was a real thing. She thought it was a dream, and even hoped it was a dream.
Because even if the dream will wake up, after all, there is no heartache, and after the reality turns into cruelty, there is only empty heart.
Ling Han sat under the air conditioner with his wet hair, as if waiting for him to dry naturally.Ye Huanyan suddenly couldn't bear it. "There should be unused clean towels. I'll find them for you. You're so easy to catch cold."According to Ling Han's temper, it is estimated that he really took a shower and didn't touch anything like the washcloth inside.After tossing in the bathroom for most of the day, she finally found a pink towel and hair dryer whose label had not been torn off. Taking these two tools out of the bathroom, ye Huanyan suddenly felt a little warm."Well, it's better to blow dry your hair. Come here, and the socket is here."She stood by Ji Xiaoyue's makeup cabinet, plugged in a hair dryer, tried the temperature in her palm, and sullenly shouted Ling Han, with an unnatural expression.She had no chance to get along with Ling Han so intimately, and she was not sure whether Ling Han would agree. For a time, she was both expecting and embarrassed.There was silence in front of the sofa for a few seconds, and finally he moved his chair over.The dark hair passed through her fingers, leaving a string of wet touch. From her perspective, you can see Ling Han's hair spinning, you can also see the bridge of his nose, you can see his wet shirt on his body. After a button collapsed, the wheat colored chest was stained with fine drops of water, which slowly fluctuated with his breath.She blushed and hurriedly avoided her eyes.When she blew to the left, her eyes suddenly found two scratches on her neck. The blood marks were still fresh and a trace of blood beads seeped. She was suddenly stunned, and suddenly remembered the touch of her fingers across her skin just at the bathroom door, as well as his voice of pumping cold air."Are you going to burn me?" Ling Han's voice suddenly sounded, which made her hands shake and almost lost her hair dryer.Distracted, the port of the hair dryer has been blowing at the same place for a long time, and it's hot when you touch your hair."Sorry, sorry..." she hurried to apologize,"I didn't mean it..."Ling Han's face remained unchanged, with an indifferent look and a cold tone, "deliberately murder me with a hair dryer? Your IQ is not as low as this."She pursed her lips and was speechless for a moment.Just looking at the nail scratch on his neck absently, I felt a little sorry."It's over..." he raised his hand and touched his hair. He thought it was almost over, so he got up and unbuttoned his shirt.Ye Huanyan's face changed, subconsciously glanced at Ji Xiaoyue, who was sleeping on the bed beside him, and looked flustered, "you... What are you doing?"Ling Han frowned, took off his wet shirt and put it on the back of the chair, with a stiff tone,"What are you thinking? Blow dry."Her face froze, and she watched him turn around indifferently, wrapped in a blanket and returned to the sofa. She closed her eyes and rested, as if she didn't want to talk to her at all.The sound of the hair dryer filled the small apartment. Ye Huanyan didn't know whether Ling Han was asleep or not. She secretly looked at him and didn't see him open his eyes.Ling Han closed his eyes and gradually felt a rare sense of sleepiness in the whistling wind. For the first time since insomnia, his consciousness was a little confused. He tried to grasp a trace of clear consciousness in the chaos of consciousness, but it drifted farther and farther with the whistling wind in his ears.In the distance, there was a pure girl in a fat school uniform, with bangs, ponytails, and a smile full of the breath of the whole spring, which made him remember it for a long time.Suddenly, there was a chill on his neck. He opened his eyes conditionally and suddenly grabbed his wrist on his side. The strength of his hand made ye Huanyan cry out in pain, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead.Hearing this sound, Ling Han suddenly loosened his hand, touched his neck, turned around, and asked coldly, "what are you doing?"The ointment in Jin Yan's hand was torn to the ground by him, and there was still a bright transparent paste on the belly of her index finger. She took a deep breath, relieved the shock she had just received, and said wrongly, "on your neck... I want to give you some medicine, and you fell asleep, so I didn't call you..."The woman in front of her eyes flushed and looked very wronged.Ling Han put his hand down from his neck and felt a hand of ointment. It was sticky and disgusting. He took two pieces of paper in disgust, wiped his hands, and breathed out impatiently, "can't you wake me up?"Ye Huanyan looked sluggish, looked down at the ointment that fell on the carpet, and breathed heavily.She just saw that he was sleeping heavily, and she didn't have the heart to call him. She thought she would not wake him up if she was careful. She didn't expect that she would wake him up, and her wrists were injured."Sorry..."This aggrieved voice fell in Ling Han's ear. He was even a little weak. He bowed his head and picked up the ointment and handed it to her. "They have woken up. It's no use saying these, and doing things should have a beginning and an end."Ye Huanyan was slightly stunned and hesitated to take the ointment from his hand, which was unbelievable.She didn't know why Ling Han changed during this period. It seemed that from the day she drowned, she guessed that maybe something happened to her, and he realized the importance of himself. But after that day, he asked her to move back to her old house, repeatedly, and with a vague attitude, she was always confused.His sudden appearance tonight surprised her. Maybe anyway, at least he really had himself in his heart.To say that he happened to be where Ji Xiaoyue lived by coincidence, would a fool believe it?The cold ointment was rubbed from her index finger abdomen, evenly applied on her neck, and penetrated into the skin. The burning pain was relieved. Ling Han was a little surprised by the effect, but there was no waves on her face.After the effect, what he felt was the temperature of her finger abdomen. Touching his skin, there was a slight numbness, which gradually spread. He couldn't help turning his head, and the remaining light from the corner of his eyes swept her cheek. The drooping eyebrows and eyes were very pure and sweet, the thick eyelashes trembled slightly, the lips were tight, it seemed that he was a little nervous, and even his breathing was very quiet.The range of his turn was unknowingly larger, and the hot breath blew her cheek. She was suddenly surprised, raised her head, but hit his eyes. At that moment, she was in a trance, as if she saw a scene of stars shining for her.Her forehead rubbed against the tip of his nose, and the tip of her nose swept his lips. These subtle touches were enough to make her tremble, and her heart was in chaos.Suddenly, a trace of warmth fell on her lips, as if she had fallen into a sweet trap unprepared. She was at a loss.And he was able to touch her thoroughly.The back of his head was resting on the narrow sofa, and his chest was close to his broad chest. With violent ups and downs, he kissed deeply and wantonly, overbearing and warm, crushing and sticking her a little bit, sweeping her into a gentle storm, spinning and spinning.She couldn't believe it was a real thing. She thought it was a dream, and even hoped it was a dream.Because even if the dream will wake up, after all, there is no heartache, and after the reality turns into cruelty, there is only empty heart.
