Chapter 65

Ling Han sat under the air conditioner with his wet hair, as if waiting for him to air dry naturally.

Ye Huanyan suddenly in the heart can't bear, "there should be unused clean towel, I'll find it for you, you are so easy to catch cold."

According to Ling Han's temper, it's estimated that he really took a shower and didn't touch the washing towel and other things inside.

After rummaging in the bathroom for a long time, ye Huanyan finally finds a pink towel and a hair dryer whose label has not been torn off. Taking these two tools out of the bathroom, ye Huanyan suddenly feels a little warm.

"Well, it's better to blow dry your hair. Come here a little. The socket is here."

She stood next to Ji Xiaoyue's make-up cabinet, put in a hair dryer, and tried to keep the temperature in her palm. She frowned and called Ling Han, with an unnatural look.

She didn't have the chance to get along with Ling Han so intimately, and she was not sure whether Ling Han would agree. For a moment, she was expecting and embarrassed.

There was silence in front of the sofa for a few seconds, and finally he moved over with his chair. From her point of view, you can see Ling Han's hair, his nose, and his wet shirt. After a button is broken, the wheat chest is stained with fine drops of water

He breathed slowly up and down.

She blushed and quickly avoided her eyes.

When blowing to the left side, her eyes suddenly found two scratches on her neck. The bloodstain was still fresh, and there was a trace of blood. She was suddenly stunned. She suddenly remembered the touch of her fingers on her skin just at the bathroom door, and the sound of his air-conditioning.

"Are you going to burn me to death?" Ling Han's voice suddenly rang out. She was so scared that she almost lost her hair dryer.

Lost in kungfu, the port of the hair dryer has been blowing in the same place for a long time, and my hair is very hot when I touch it.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." she apologized,

"I didn't mean to..."

Ling Han's face didn't change. He was indifferent, and his tone was cold. "Deliberately murder me with a hair dryer? Your IQ is not so low

She pursed her lips and had nothing to say for a moment.

He just looked at the nail scratch on his neck and felt sorry.

"It's over..." he raised his hand and touched his hair. He thought it was almost done. He got up and unbuttoned his shirt.

Ye Huanyan face a change, subconsciously looked at the side of the bed sleeping season Xiaoyue, look 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 do you think? Blow dry. "

Her face froze, and she watched him turn around indifferently, wrapped up in blankets, and returned to the sofa, with a look of complete indifference.

The sound of the hair dryer permeates the whole small apartment. Ye Huanyan doesn't know if Ling Han is asleep. She looks at him secretly, but never sees him open his eyes.

Ling Han closed his eyes and gradually felt a rare sense of sleepiness in the whirring wind. For the first time since insomnia, his consciousness was a little confused. He tried to grasp a trace of clarity in the chaos of consciousness, but with the whirring wind in his ears, he drifted farther and farther away.

In the distance, there is a pure girl in a fat school uniform, Qi bangs, with a ponytail and a smile full of the breath of the whole spring, which makes him remember for a long time.

Suddenly, there was a chill on his neck. He opened his eyes reflexively and grabbed his wrist. The strength of his hand was so strong that ye Huanyan screamed in pain, and a cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

Hearing this voice, Ling Han suddenly released his hand, touched his neck, turned around and asked in a cold voice, "what are you doing?"

The ointment in Jin Yan's hand was pulled 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, you fell asleep, so I didn't call you..."

In front of the woman's eyes red, looking very wronged.

Ling Han put his hand down from his neck and felt a hand of ointment. It was sticky and disgusting. He took out two pieces of paper and wiped his hands. He breathed out impatiently, "can't you wake me up?"

Ye Huanyan looks stagnant, looks down at the ointment falling on the carpet, breathing heavily.

She just saw that he was sleeping heavily and didn't have the heart to call him. She thought that if she was more careful, she wouldn't wake him up. She didn't expect that not only did she wake him up, but also her wrist was hurt.

"Sorry..."

This grievance sound fell in Ling Han's ear. He was a little weak. He bowed his head and picked up the ointment and handed it to her. "I'm awake. What's the use of saying these things? I should have a beginning and an end in doing things."

Ye Huanyan was slightly stunned, hesitated to take the ointment from his hand, some incredible. She didn't know why Ling Han had changed during this period of time. It seemed that it was from the day she drowned. She guessed that maybe it was her own accident, and he realized his importance. But after that day, he asked her to move back to her old house, and her attitude of being aloof kept her in mind

I don't understand. Tonight his sudden appearance, let her surprise, perhaps no matter what, at least he really has his own heart. To say that he happened to be in the place where Ji Xiaoyue lived, would a fool believe it? The cold ointment was rubbed from the belly of her index finger, spread evenly on her neck, and penetrated into her skin. The burning pain was relieved. Ling Han was a little surprised, but there was no waves on her face. After the treatment, what he felt was the temperature of her finger abdomen. When she touched his skin, a little numbness gradually spread. He couldn't help but turn his head. The residual light from the corner of his eyes swept her cheek. The drooping eyebrows were very pure and sweet. The thick eyelashes trembled slightly. His lips were tight. It seemed that he was a little nervous and even breathed very quietly. The range of his turn was much larger than before. The hot breath swept her cheek. She was startled and raised her head, but it collided with 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 over his lips. These subtle touches were enough to make her tremble and her heart was in turmoil. Lips suddenly fell a trace of warmth, as if caught off guard fell into a sweet trap, she panic, at a loss. And he was able to touch her thoroughly. She couldn't believe it was happening. She thought it was a dream. She even hoped it was a dream. Because even if the dream will wake up, after all, did not have will not heartache, and the reality into cruel, only full of emptiness. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.