One Birth Two Treasures: The Billionaire's Sweet Love Novel - Chapter 236
Chapter 236: Combing Her Hair
“Then, you… don’t want that anymore…” she stammered as she tried to put the words across.
“What don’t I want?” Mu Yazhe’s brows twitched, but he quickly realized what she meant.
She was indeed worried that he would eat her up!
“Alright. No more teasing. Come here.”
As his voice became stern, Yun Shishi’s shoulders reflexively shuddered. She was obviously very unwilling to go near him.
She did not dare to defy his order, though, so she reluctantly inched toward him. When she was close enough, she easily caught a whiff of that light fragrance on him. This fragrance was relaxing and elegant, like the scent of magnolia.
He caressed her hair with his hand. It was damp but felt warm to the touch. He rubbed her hair hard, raised a brow, and questioned, “Running out while your hair is still wet?”
This could easily cause a migraine.
A woman of her age, in particular, needed to take care of her body the most. If she did not blow her hair dry in time, moisture would enter her body, and when she grew older, she would have a recurring headache.
This girl truly did not know how to take care of herself. Did she not know this bit of general knowledge?
She shook her head and replied, “I usually let my hair dry naturally after I take a bath.”
He pinched her cheek with controlled strength and a bit of intentional teasing. “Take the hairdryer and blow your hair dry, or you will get sick.”
As soon as he said this, her eyes popped wide in disbelief. Was this man caring for her?
Hearing him talk in a near loving tone, she felt a little nice and warm inside.
After all, growing up, her adoptive father was, perhaps, the only one who had cared for her like this. After his company went bankrupt, and her family was in dire straits, she lived under another’s roof and suffered through the glares and mockeries; her adoptive mother and sister had always treated her apathetically.
In school, because she had always drowned herself in her studies, she had not been able to build rapport with her classmates, and it could be said that she came and went alone.
Her teacher did deeply care for her, but…
She was a girl that was easily satisfied and moved. Her face actually blushed because of his words. “I don’t know where the hairdryer is…”
“In the first drawer of the vanity table.”
“Oh.” She nodded before standing up and running into the bathroom. Pulling the first drawer out, she did, in fact, find a large, white hairdryer.
She took it up. This hairdryer looked really nice. From one look, she could tell that it was something very suitable for him.
This hairdryer looked classy as well, just like those found in hair salons, but it was truly too big and heavy for her. She barely managed to grab it with one hand; it was really weighty for her to hold, let alone use.
Moreover, her hands were now jelly and had no strength. This hairdryer was just too heavy for her willowy frame.
She plugged in the hairdryer to a power outlet and fumbled with it to blow her hair dry.
She hardly ever used a hairdryer simply because she had no time. She had to work part-time while she strove to pass her module credits and complete her thesis.
Every day, she would reach home very late at night and rushed to work early in the morning; she could barely squeeze in time to wash her hair and would just let it dry in the wind afterward. Thus, properly blowing her hair dry now after bathing was a rare luxury for her.
Since the hairdryer was bulky and weighty, she had no choice but to hold it with both hands as she directed the strong winds to her hair.
Naturally, she did not know much about how she should blow her hair dry. She only knew to dry her hair completely as quickly as possible, so she set the wind and heat setting to high. This was terrible. Her beautiful hair was blown into a total mess. Feeling troubled, she knitted her brows and used a hand to tidy up her hair somewhat clumsily, but it only got messier.
Hearing the occasional sighs coming from the bathroom, Mu Yazhe thought it was a little strange. What was the girl messing with there?
He walked to the door and took a glance. He could not help but be dumbfounded.
Her black hair was blown into a mess and the ends of it were entangled. In this moment, this little fool was holding up a comb to brush her hair.
Her hair was half dry and half wet, though, so it was difficult to comb through it. She was in so much pain she was flushed. By the looks of it, she was about to cry from the pain.
In the mirror, she saw him standing behind her and froze. In shock, she watched him take the comb from her with one hand and lift her hair with another. Then using the comb, he gently brushed her hair.
