The National Treasure of Figure Skating

Chapter 451 The Boyfriend's Little Effort
In order to prevent her from getting nervous, he reached out and took the phone from her hand, walked around the sofa and sat down, and then said to her, "Well, it's you, go." Then he lowered his head slightly and carefully looked at the photos on the phone.

When he sat down, Meng Yao saw that he was wearing a bathrobe, not what she thought, so she couldn't help but secretly calm down, said "Oh", and turned to look for clothes.

When she squatted down to open the small suitcase on the floor, she anxiously glanced sideways to see if he looked back, then quickly took the change of clothes and hid them in her arms, zipped the suitcase and walked quickly After entering the bathroom and closing the door, I breathed a sigh of relief.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Qiao Yiyuan put down his phone, looked back at the bathroom door, and murmured in a slightly relieved voice, "I'm so nervous, so I'm also nervous." Then he picked up the remote control and turned on the TV.

As soon as Meng Yao in the bathroom came in, she saw that the water had been placed in the bathtub. She was surprised and her heart instantly warmed up. She turned her head and looked towards the door. Through the door, she could faintly hear the sound of the TV coming from outside. Bend a nice arc.

The TV was playing a TV series, and Qiao Yiyuan was playing mobile games with his legs crossed, muttering "too stupid" while playing.

Twenty minutes later, Meng Yao came out of the bathroom in her pajamas, which was the dress she decided to avoid embarrassment.My hair is wet, so I need to find a hair dryer to dry it.

Hearing the sound of the hair dryer, Qiao Yiyuan turned around and saw her standing by the bed in cartoon pajamas with her back facing him, blowing her hair, put down her phone, got up, walked over to stand behind her, and stretched out her hand to take the hair dryer from her hand, which surprised her Turning around, I saw him smiling gently.

"Did it make you watch TV? I'll go to the bathroom." She said apologetically.

"It's not noisy. I'll blow it for you." He pulled her to sit on the edge of the bed, she automatically turned sideways to make it easier for him, and his slender five fingers passed through her shoulder-length hair and started blowing.

In addition to the sound of the TV in the room, there is the sound of the hair dryer.

After a long time, the sound of the hair dryer stopped, and the sound of the TV was heard clearly, followed by his words, "Okay."

She raised her hand to touch her hair, it was warm, and the feeling of being touched by his fingers on her scalp was still there. She turned to look at him and smiled slightly, "Thank you."

"Thank you for your little help from your boyfriend." He coiled the cable of the hair dryer, put the hair dryer away, and took her hand to the sofa to sit down.

Her heart began to pound wildly, her head began to think wildly, she cleared her throat, "Well, I'm a little tired from walking today, I want to go to bed first. Then I will wrong you tonight, Brother Joe." After finishing speaking, he glanced at him carefully, got up and walked to the bed, pulled the quilt away, fell asleep and closed his eyes, his words and deeds were quite mechanical.

Wrong him?

Qiao Yiyuan's face was a bit dazed, and he didn't understand what she meant, so he turned off the TV, got up, walked to the bed and followed the quilt to get on the bed.

Feeling that the position around her was sinking, Meng Yao suddenly opened her eyes, turned her head and saw him close at hand, her face was burning, and she stammered and asked him, "You, aren't you sleeping on the sofa?"

He finally understood what she meant by 'I'll wrong you tonight'. He thought he would sleep on the sofa, so he couldn't help lying beside her in a funny way, looking at her with his head on his right hand, and stroking her hot skin with his left hand. The face made her stop, staring at her flushed face.

"When did I say I was going to sleep on the sofa, huh?"

He didn't say anything, but the two of them slept on the same bed... She looked at him with a face of embarrassment and embarrassment, trying to get away but couldn't. Being pressed by his left hand, her face became more and more hot, and she felt that she was not alone. Even the neck is red.

(End of this chapter)