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Jiang Chen then walked into the bathroom. A short while later, Yin Yao heard the sound of running water. The bathroom door was somewhat transparent, and Yin Yao could clearly see his silhouette.

Her broad shoulders, narrow waist, and perky butt were all very well built. Yin Yao glanced at them for a moment before shyly hiding behind the covers. Not long after, however, she stuck out her small head to take a look.

Not long after, the door opened and Jiang Chen, wrapped in a towel, leaned against the door and said, "Help me remove the towel in the closet."

Yin Yao was stunned for a moment, but she quickly recovered. She got out of bed, took out a towel from the wardrobe, and handed it over to Jiang Chen.

She didn't dare to look at his body. She could only see his firm and plump muscles and the barely discernible line of a mermaid …

Heavens, she couldn't take it anymore … She pushed the towel into his arms, turned and ran, ran to the bed and hid under the covers, feeling her face burn.

She wanted to be calm and collected, but when she got close to Jiang Chen and smelled his manly scent and his superior height, she was at a loss for what to do. Sigh, what a shame.

Yin Yao sighed softly. When she heard Jiang Chen's low laugh, she felt ashamed and angry at the same time. This scoundrel dared to laugh at her. She was the one who brought him the towel just now.

After a while, Jiang Chen came out of his pajamas with a serious expression on his face, as if nothing had happened. Yin Yao couldn't help but be stunned.

Jiang Chen gestured to her, "Go take a bath." Yin Yao nodded. "Okay."

With that, she got out of bed and went to the closet to get her pajamas and change clothes. The pajamas felt very good, made of silk, slippery and light in her hands.

She went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. The warm liquid she spat out onto her body felt good, and she washed her hair as well.

After she had finished washing and put on her pajamas, she regretted washing her hair. Her hair had grown to her waist. She was beautiful, but it was also very troublesome to deal with.

For example, now, her long hair couldn't be used for more than half an hour or an hour without being blown. A little vexed, Yin Yao picked up a dry towel and wiped her long, wet hair.

When he walked out of the bathroom, he saw Jiang Chen leaning against the bed, reading a book. Jiang Chen's head was slightly lowered, his legs stretched out as he lazily leaned against the bed with a book in his hands.

Upon hearing Yin Yao's footsteps, Jiang Chen raised his head to look over and saw Yin Yao wiping her hair with a towel.

With a single glance, he could tell why Yin Yao was unhappy. He waved to her, then took out the hair dryer from the bedside table. When Yin Yao was sitting in front of him, he plugged the hair dryer into the power supply and turned it on.

The towel in Yin Yao's hand was currently being held by him. While he was blowing it on the air, he was wiping it with a towel at the same time. Feeling very comfortable, Yin Yao narrowed her eyes. She was even a little drowsy. She forced herself to pull herself together and rubbed her eyes, feeling the warmth coming from her head.

Very soon, her hair was half dry. Seeing that she was bored, Jiang Chen said, "If you're bored, then take out the book on the bedside table and read it."

Yin Yao picked up a book and flipped through it a few times. After finding that she couldn't understand it, she put it back, then another. She still couldn't understand it, so she put it back.

Jiang Chen put away the hair dryer and straightened her body. He pinched her cheek and said in a pampered tone, "Naughty."

Jiang Chen's actions were somewhat provocative, causing Yin Yao's body to turn red as if she was electrocuted.

Dazzling lights shone on Jiang Chen's handsome face. Yin Yao felt that he was like the bewitching Satan of the night, making it hard for people to look straight at him.

Jiang Chen lifted her chin and felt his heart not at all at ease. He only wanted to be closer to her.

As the tip of his nose lightly approached, an itchy feeling spread throughout his body.

"No, I …" Before Yin Yao could finish her sentence, Jiang Chen interrupted her.

"Shh!" Yao Yao, do you want to use your heart to feel it? " Holding her hand on his chest, his heart was beating very quickly. Yin Yao seemed to be in a state of mind, her eyes mesmerized and mesmerized by his low voice.

His chest was burning hot, and his heart was beating powerfully. It was just a touch, but it made her extremely nervous. Her heart was also beating like crazy, and she felt like it was going to jump out of her throat.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, she felt so nervous that she was on the verge of blood.

She closed her eyes and lifted her chin.

If it was really love, then what was the point?

With a "peng" sound, the door was opened.

Yin Yao subconsciously pushed Jiang Chen away. She nervously clutched at her clothes, her face full of panic.

"Who?" Jiang Chen reprimanded.

Turning back to look at the door, Jiang Chen was infuriated.

His face was filled with impatience. It was the same every time!

His mother didn't like Yin Yao, so he knew very well, but today she had directly pushed the door open and entered. Such impoliteness made his heart more or less full of resentment.

"Mom, what are you doing?" Jiang Chen asked, sighing as he held Yin Yao's hand and played around with the decorations on the bed.

"Your father said that his heart isn't feeling well, so he told you to go take a look. Hurry up!" Mother Jiang waved her hand with a proud look on her face. She didn't feel like she was in the wrong at all.

Upon hearing that it was his father, Jiang Chen anxiously threw down the things in his hands and rushed out.

Mother Jiang looked back at Yin Yao, who looked like a frightened rabbit, and sneered.

"My son is someone who respects and dotes on us. Yin Yao, even if you could live in this family, you would only be relying on others. What's the point of that?"

Her words were like a poisonous knife, scraping against the side of Yin Yao's face. It was so painful that even her breathing felt sad.