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He imagined himself wearing electric shoes and ear protectors, with a hand heater placed beside a computer. That scene was truly tragic.

She had wanted to stop him, but with someone else around, it would be hard for her to embarrass him.

Sensing her smile, Lu Chen did not understand, "What are you laughing at?"

"I won't tell you."

The only sound left in the quiet bedroom was the sound of the hair dryer. The man's slender fingers moved carefully between the woman's long hair, as if he was treating a priceless treasure.

However, it was a completely different feeling for Mo Nuan. The man's slightly callused fingers would brush against her scalp from time to time, bringing a sense of numbness with him. She breathed all of his hot breath from her head down to her neck and ears.

However, a man's actions were slow and unhurried. In just a few short minutes, it was undoubtedly a type of suffering for her.

The moment the sound of the blower stopped, Mo Nuan immediately jumped away and pulled a corner of the blanket to lie down. She seemed to still not feel safe as she gently rolled around a few times and rolled two-thirds of the blanket over herself tightly, only hearing her muffled voice, "Um, today … "I'm too tired, so I'm going to sleep. Good night."

When Lu Chen saw that only a third of the blanket was left over, she could not help but laugh out loud. With a tone of ridicule, she said, "Mrs. Lu, are you sure that your actions in the middle of winter are not to abuse your own husband?"

Mo Nuan was confused by his smile. She got up and realized that her entire body was draped over his own blanket, but there was nothing on Lu Chen's side. She quietly pulled his blanket off herself and said: "Sorry, I'm used to sleeping alone."

Lu Chen did not want to tease her anymore, so she laid down and turned off the lights.

In the pitch-black room, there was only a tiny bit of light coming from the curtains.

As she lied in bed with a man, breathing in and out, even though the man was very far away from him, Mo Nuan still felt extremely uncomfortable. She unconsciously moved her body to the side of the bed, and from time to time, let out a sound that was especially clear in the quiet bedroom.

"Mrs. Lu, if you move further you will fall." In the darkness, Lu Chen couldn't help but remind Yue Yang. He was really afraid that this silly girl would fall down.

Having been seen through by the man, Mo Nuan felt a bit uncomfortable as she said softly, "No, I know what I'm doing."

Before he could finish his words, he was replaced with a grunt.

"Pa!"

The light in the room was turned on, and the entire room was lit up. Mo Nuan had her back facing him and was curling his body, half of his body almost falling out.

Lu Chen could not tell what had happened to her, but she immediately got off the bed and went around the bed to his side, only to see her covering his forehead with his hands, and between his eyebrows was a faint crease.

Lu Chen walked into the living room and found a medicine box, and took some anti-inflammatory medicine from it. Looking at her pouting expression, she felt it was funny, "What kind of iron head technique are you training in the middle of the night?"

Mo Nuan was embarrassed and angry at the same time, she wanted to find a hole to hide in, but the man kept on making sarcastic remarks, staring at her with some anger, and didn't say anything.

Lu Chen squatted down and rubbed her long hair, pulling her hand away from his forehead. She carefully smeared some anti-inflammatory medicine on the red and swollen place, and gently rubbed it while she spoke: "Stop pouting, I will throw it out tomorrow to avenge you."

"Pfft." Mo Nuan couldn't help but laugh out loud. Could this man's method of coaxing her be a little more crafty? She wasn't a child.

"He can still smile. It looks like there won't be any major problems."