Ruan Hao's voice had a magnetic quality to it, and now it carried a hint of teasing, with an indescribable sexiness. Jiaojiao's face turned fiery red instantly as she mumbled evasively, "How would I know? I've never blow-dried his hair."
The guilty look was all too obvious.
Ruan Hao didn't expose her.
Boys generally have shorter hair, so Jiaojiao finished blow-drying in just a few minutes. After wrapping up the hair dryer's cord, she bent down to put on her shoes. Just as she straightened up, she saw Ruan Hao suddenly open his arms toward her.
Jiaojiao looked at him, puzzled.
"Does our little Princess want a hug?" he asked, his eyes full of indulgence.
Jiaojiao froze, and before she could react, she was already embraced by Ruan Hao.
