The light flashed in Jiang Zhiyue's eyes, her hands and feet were stiff and she seemed to have lost control. Her heartbeat also increased, and she was distracted.

She was still struggling to refuse or not. As a result, after waiting for a while, Chen Yan's hand just twisted a strand of her hair and rubbed it.

The ends of his hair were wet and with water vapor, Chen Yan frowned and said in a deep voice: "Why didn't you blow it dry?"

When Chen Yanyi reminded him, Jiang Zhiyue was stunned. She reached out to rub it, and then she remembered that she was distracted when she was blowing her hair in the bathroom. Her hair was long and it was completely semi-dry.

She was led to the bathroom by Chen Yan again.

Jiang Zhiyue looked up at the man who was blowing her hair in the mirror with a hair dryer. Chen Yan lowered his head halfway. From Jiang Zhiyue's perspective, he saw his tall nose bones and thick and slender eyelashes.

His expression was very serious, his eyebrows and eyes drooped slightly, and his slender fingers were gentle and careful in passing between her hair. The shallow light in the bathroom fell and hit the man's face, making his eyebrows and eyes become more and more affectionate.

Jiang Zhiyue felt that her heart was slightly hit by something.

Seeing Jiang Zhiyue's gaze, Chen Yan met the soft white face in the mirror. A faint smile hung on the tip of his eyebrows, and asked in a warm voice: "What's wrong."

When she was caught peeping, Jiang Zhiyue's eyelashes trembled. She wanted to shake her head, but realized that it was not convenient now, so she hurriedly said: "It's okay."

The bathroom was quiet again, leaving only the buzzing wind of the hairdryer.

The air temperature was high, and the hand between her hair was soft. Jiang Zhiyue was confused and sleepy. She yawned.

She was still in a daze. She noticed from the mirror that Chen Yan turned off the hair dryer and placed it aside. Jiang Zhiyue was about to turn around, but suddenly someone hugged her waist from behind.

Just now, when Chen Yan was gently plucking his soft hair, the fragrance of the shower gel mixed with the sweetness of the little girl's body surged towards him. His fingertips gently rubbed across the snow-white and slender back neck, and his eyes became darker.

Chen Yan's gaze fell to the mirror again. Perhaps he had just taken a shower, Jiang Zhiyue's eyes were as moist as if they were holding a pool of water vapor, clear and transparent, and her little face was white and pink, like the delicate peach petals on the branches in early spring.

She was staring at the pool in front of her intently. She didn't know what she thought of, but her beautiful eyebrows and eyes suddenly bent, and her smile was cute and bright.

Chen Yan's Adam's apple rolled away and suddenly he wanted to kiss her. It wasn't that sudden, he wanted to kiss her all the time.

He turned off the hair dryer, held the thin waist that made him dream of, and tightened the person in his arms.

Jiang Zhiyue looked at him in a daze. When she noticed the man's dim eyes in the mirror, she instinctively had a bad premonition.

She put her hand on Chen Yan's arm and tried to push him. The next second, the hair behind her was pushed to her chest. Chen Yan lowered her head and almost uncontrollably dropped a kiss on the neck.

The skin touched by the warm lips showed a delicate and dense itchy feeling. Jiang Zhiyue's face turned red in an instant, and her eye feathers trembled with shame: "Wait, wait, wait, wait..."

Chen Yan didn't dare to kiss too deeply. He stopped when he saw it, and did not make trouble for her. He suppressed the irritability in his heart. When he saw the red marks printed on the skin, the man was in a very good mood and curled his lips and held Jiang Zhiyue's hand again.

He looked down at her without mentioning the kiss at all: "Go back."

Jiang Zhiyue's mind was like a ball of paste, and she would be completely taken away by Chen Yan with her consciousness.

The moment she lay on the bed, she immediately rolled away with the quilt in her arms, huddled in the corner without moving.

Chen Yan looked at the little girl who looked like a thief, and he felt helpless. He also knew that he was too impulsive to scare her today, but he really couldn't help it just now.

He lowered his voice: "What are you doing so far away?"

Jiang Zhiyue still kept her lips moving.

Chen Yan sighed, and finally, he stretched out his arm and directly took the quilt into his arms, whispering: "Sorry, I was not good to me just now.

His hand touched Jiang Zhiyue's long eyelashes for a moment, and his voice was soft, and his gaze fell into her bright eyes for a moment: "I won't touch you until Zhizhi accepts me."

Jiang Zhiyue was stunned by the sudden apology. She was actually not angry with Chen Yan. She was just too nervous and not ready. Besides, she was still a little embarrassed. After receiving Chen Yan's promise, Jiang Zhiyue breathed inexplicably relieved.

She thought for a while and felt that she was not doing well to occupy the entire quilt. Jiang Zhiyue let go of the hand that was tightly pinching the quilt, moved it out again, lifted a gap and looked at him. Her face was blushing and her voice was soft: "I'm not angry."

She hesitated for a few seconds and said, "Don't... catch a cold."

Chen Yan wanted to laugh, but his heart was soft. He bent his lips and responded, hugged the person in his arms again, patted her back and coaxed her: "Go to sleep."

Since Chen Yan expressed his feelings like her, he no longer concealed his feelings and spoiled her almost unconditionally. Jiang Zhiyue finally understood why the clothes in the cabinet were all her size, the style was her favorite style, and the toothbrush and towel, etc. happened to be the color she liked.

Whenever Chen Yan came home from get off work, he would always bring a bouquet of flowers, sometimes roses, sometimes tulips, and sometimes platycodon.

Jiang Zhiyue didn't know where Chen Yan learned how to pursue girls, but she just liked this unswerving romance, so that every night waiting for him to come home, Jiang Zhiyue would always wait for the many flowers that belonged only to her.

It’s not that Jiang Zhiyue has been chased by others. She has been used to those bluffs, but she has never been loved so enthusiastically. Chen Yan will notice every change of her emotions. He will tolerate her every little temper. Chen Yan knows all her preferences and habits, and the details of life.

His love was deep and hot, and when he looked at her, he always had endless pampering and tenderness in his eyes.
Chapter completed!