Chapter 62 (1/2)

Looking back at peach's long wet hair, she frowned and said, ”why don't you dry your hair?”

”Ah?” Peach's expression of indifference swung to Shen Mo dust. He looked at the gas stove and said casually, ”I usually wait for it to dry naturally.”

”Aren't you a special time now?” Shen Mo Chen had no choice but to turn off the gas. He took peach's hand and pressed her on the sofa. Then he went to get a hair dryer, plugged in the power supply, and stood behind the peach to help her blow her hair.

The warm wind of the hair dryer brushed the peach's long hair. The warm fingers gently picked up the hair on her head and blew it carefully. In the quiet living room, only the ”buzz” of the hair dryer kept ringing.

In the mirror of the living room, two figures were reflected. Peach sat on the sofa obediently, looking at the gentle and focused expression of the dust in the mirror, I always felt that this scene was a dream.

In the ordinary day, the cool dust will have such a gentle expression?

I'm dazzled, right?

Peach reached out and rubbed his eyes, then looked into the mirror, but found that the dust is still a gentle face.

It seems to be aware of the strange peach. Shen Mo Chen turned his head and asked in a low voice, ”what's the matter? Did it hurt you by pulling your hair? ”

Such a gentle tone, like a warm current, slowly flowing into the heart of peach, let peach inexplicably have a feeling of crying.

”No...” Peach looked up and looked at the dark dust standing beside him. His deep eyes seemed to have deep feelings, but it was like a calm lake, which made people unable to see through and guess.