Seeing that the girl had not moved and her face was getting redder, Zhan Moxiao knew she must be overthinking.
So, he looked at her with amusement, "Do you want me to join you in the shower?"
Ou Lan suddenly came back to her senses, her face instantly reddened even more, as if it would bleed, "I certainly do not want that, you rogue!"
With that, she dashed into the bathroom as if fleeing for her life.
Ou Lan realized that in the face of the man's powerful strength, even if he was gentle, she could not resist him.
She obediently crawled into the sheets, but still watched him warily, she did not have much faith in his character, fearing that at any moment he would break their agreement and bully her thoroughly.
Glancing at her, Zhan Moxiao chuckled lightly and turned to find a hairdryer.
Seeing the man's action, Ou Lan breathed a sigh of relief, and when he picked up her long hair and blow-dried it seriously, she closed her eyes and enjoyed it.