Mu Wanqing ignored him, checked the time, and decided it was getting late. She pushed him away and went to wash up.
Wen Zhan playfully insisted on joining her, but she refused, hurried into the bathroom, and locked the door.
After she was done, Wen Zhan eagerly helped her dry her hair.
Not going to lie, occasionally enjoying such treatment felt pretty good.
Seeing her thoroughly enjoy the experience, Wen Zhan's handsome face maintained a gentle smile.
Feeling her hair dance and entwine around his fingertips, silky and smooth, it seemed to sweep his heart away as well, making him feel elated.
"Alright, thanks, President Wen. You go wash up; I'll read for a while." After drying her hair, Mu Wanqing stood up and willingly gave him a sweet kiss.
Wen Zhan was so mesmerized by her tease that he instinctively wanted to deepen the kiss. His lips moved closer, but she dodged him. Her coquettish yet evasive demeanor only enchanted him more.