Ye Huaijin Secretly Watches Ye Shengge's Live Stream

Ye Shengge lowered her head slightly as the warm breeze blew over her scalp, and Fu Yushen's fingers lightly moved through her hair, making her so comfortable that her eyes narrowed.

After a while, the sound of the hairdryer quieted down.

"Is it done?"

Ye Shengge lifted her head, ran her hand through her hair, and it was all dry.

Fu Yushen raised his hand and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

His fingertips inadvertently touched her fair and delicate neck, and his Adam's apple moved slightly as he spoke in a husky voice, "All done."

Ye Shengge felt a tingling sensation in her neck, and her whole body trembled for a moment. She spoke with a quivering voice, "Don't touch me there, it tickles."

The man raised an eyebrow and touched the same spot again, "Here? It tickles?"

Ye Shengge's whole body went numb and she said, "You're still touching!"

Angrily, she slapped his hand away, "What did you come for?"