Sister, can I be a maid too?

"Does judging someone's ability solely by whose doujinshi they are closest to?!"

"Nonsense, what else is this but strength?" Jiang Yu rolled her eyes at her, then turned to Lin Tingwan sitting on her right. "Wanwan, don't you think this is strength?"

Lin Tingwan took the notebook from his hand, carefully wrote a line, and then handed it to him:

"Jiang Yubai is amazing."

"Hmph hmph hmph~~~"

Jiang Yubai's nose was practically pointing to the sky.

Lin Jianxia gritted her teeth, looking quite unconvinced.

After feeling smug for a while, Jiang Yubai remembered that he still had important business to attend to.

He looked at the sisters' damp hair from side to side and asked curiously:

"So... Lin Jianxia, ​​why did you suddenly decide to have me blow-dry your hair?"

Mentioning this made Lin Jianxia a little angry:

"It's not that I wanted you to come, okay? It's clearly because..."

She glanced at her younger sister and pouted, saying:

"I was supposed to blow-dry Wanwan's hair, but Wanwan said that my technique is better than mine, which I don't believe."

"So you want to compete with me, right?" Jiang Yu laughed. "Is that your reason for calling me over in the middle of the night?"

He cleared his throat, deliberately lowered his voice, and adopted a sinister tone:

"Aren't you afraid... I'll take advantage of the dark night, with a lone man and woman, and 'do' some 'fushifushi' on you two?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the imagined scene of him trembling or trying to appear calm did not materialize.

Lin Tingwan simply blinked, while Lin Jianxia looked disgusted, her expression clearly saying, "Are you done yet?"

"...Can you two give me some kind of response?" Jiang Yubai squinted. "You guys are making me lose face."

"Ah, I'm so scared!" (Read in a monotone tone)

Lin Jianxia rolled her eyes at him.

"Are you done talking? Now that you're done, shouldn't you be blow-drying my and Wanwan's hair? I want to see just how good your skills really are."

“Sure, here’s the money,” Jiang Yubai said without any hesitation, stretching out his hand. “Five silver dollars.”

Lin Jianxia glared at him, took out her phone and transferred five yuan to him:

"Alright! I'm warning you, if you don't play it well, I'll give you a refund."

"Alright~ Whose turn should we blow first?"

Jiang Yubai immediately felt motivated.

This is money he earned through hard work!

Lin Jianxia wrinkled her little nose: "Well, let's play Wanwan's tune first, I'll learn it too~"

"Are you being sarcastic or mocking me?"

No.

Chapter 152 Night Raid? (20.4k/20k)

Jiang Yubai glanced at the hair dryer on the table and was about to use it when he suddenly felt something was wrong.

He looked up at the air conditioner by the window, his brows furrowing slightly.

"Is the air conditioning in your room... not turned on?"

Lin Jianxia's movements stiffened, and she coughed lightly to explain:

"It's not very cold today, so I didn't turn it on..."

"Today?" Jiang Yubai squinted. "I remember it was quite cold yesterday. Did you open it yesterday?"

"It's open!"

Lin Jianxia made a solemn vow.

"It's on?" Jiang Yubai sneered. "Then where's the air conditioner remote?"

Lin Jianxia blinked, her gaze unconsciously drifting:

"The air conditioner remote control... I... I used it yesterday, but where did I put it... Don't worry, let me look for it first."

Jiang Yubai just stood there with his arms crossed, watching her rummage through drawers and cabinets. In the end, Lin Tingwan looked around, found the air conditioner remote control among a pile of clutter on the bedside table, poked her older sister, and handed it over.

Lin Jianxia: "........."

"Oh, so this is it," she chuckled dryly. "No wonder I couldn't find it..."

Jiang Yubai looked at her for a few seconds, then turned and asked:

"Wanwan, when was the last time you turned on the air conditioner?"

"last week."

Lin Tingwan is a person who always answers questions.

Jiang Yubai glared at Lin Jianxia with annoyance, reached out and took the remote control, and set it to 28 degrees Celsius with a "beep".

“Lin Jianxia, ​​do you know it’s winter? I came in from outside and the wind was freezing cold.”

"You two just took a shower, your hair is still wet, and you're in the cold air. What if you catch a cold?"

Seeing that she had been caught red-handed, Lin Jianxia looked dejected, but she still grumbled something and looked unconvinced.

Jiang Yubai found it amusing:

"You don't have to pay for the air conditioning electricity, and I don't even have to pay for it. The landlord will handle the final bill."

"Didn't you say before that you'd eat my family out of house and home? How come you're even saving me money on this tiny bit of electricity?"

He touched his chin and asked curiously:

"What? You can't possibly... deliberately keep it off so you can catch a cold and then lie pitifully in bed begging me to take care of you, can you?"

Lin Jianxia, ​​who had been obediently accepting the scolding, became increasingly unable to hold back as she listened. By the end, her ears were red, and she shouted angrily:

"Jiang Yubai! Who, who's pitiful and needs your care?! Just you wait, from now on I'll turn on the air conditioner every day as soon as I get home!"

She grabbed the hairdryer next to her, glared at him, and said:

"And are you going to dry your hair or not? If not, hurry up and leave, I'll dry Wanwan's hair!"

"Blow, blow, blow."

Jiang Yubai readily accepted the hair dryer.

Mmm, that feels so good.

That's about enough, though. If I keep yelling, I'll start breathing out hot air.

But it still feels so good, oh yeah!

He paused, holding the hair dryer, and hesitated before saying:

"This pose is a bit difficult to blow..."

"Difficult to blow-dry? What position did you use to blow-dry Wanwan's hair before?" Lin Jianxia looked at him suspiciously.

"In...bed?"

Jiang Yubai was also a little uncertain.

The bed itself wasn't very big, and with Lin Jianxia and Lin Tingwan sitting side by side, the space left for him was really cramped.

Lin Jianxia pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke, her ears slightly red:

"Then... then you can come up here..."

Even though it was just blow-drying her hair, letting a guy into her bed felt...unspeakably awkward.

Jiang Yubai didn't care about any of that. He kicked off his slippers, grabbed a hairdryer, and got into bed, half-kneeling and half-sitting beside Lin Tingwan.

After all, I've already sat on this bed, so going up to it and staying there isn't a big deal; it makes no difference.

He plugged in the hairdryer, set it to a low to medium setting, and a soft buzzing sound filled the room.

Although he only played it for Lin Tingwan once, he still gained some experience.

Unlike boys who can just blow-dry their hair and call it a day, girls have long and fine hair, so you absolutely can't just blow-dry it all at once.

Not only will it be difficult for the hair to dry completely, but the concentrated hot air can also make the hair frizzy, turning it into a poodle-like mess, and it can also damage the hair quality.

Jiang Yubai reached out and habitually used her fingers to gently comb through her long hair, dividing it into several strands. Starting from the roots, which were the least likely to dry, she used her palms to create some distance, allowing the warm air to sweep over it evenly.

The movements weren't exactly skillful, but they were meticulous enough; one strand of air was blown until it was about 70-80% dry before moving on to the next.

My fingertips would occasionally brush against her warm skin, then quickly move away.

The sound of the hairdryer continued, carrying a steady warmth, creating a reassuring rhythm in the quiet winter night.

Lin Jianxia watched from the side, feeling a strange sense of surprise.

She originally thought that Jiang Yubai wouldn't have any experience in blow-drying hair, and that her younger sister's comment that "Jiang Yubai is good at it" was probably just a casual remark.

It's clear from his technique that he skillfully separates the hair, controls the temperature, and gently smooths it from the roots to the ends.

Meanwhile, Wanwan had her eyes slightly narrowed, looking relaxed, clearly enjoying herself.

What surprised Lin Jianxia even more was that... Jiang Yubai, who was usually carefree, was actually very patient in this kind of thing.

After all, as the older sister, she had blow-dried her younger sister's hair countless times.

Lin Tingwan's hair is long and thick, so blow-drying it is a time-consuming and exhausting task.

It's already impressive that he managed to finish playing the instrument, but to do it so calmly and meticulously, strand by strand, is truly remarkable...

Even if Lin Jianxia didn't know if there was any 'hair drying time statistics table', she knew it was extremely rare.

Patience... stirred a subtle, indescribable emotion within Lin Jianxia.

Only after Jiang Yubai had completely dried the moisture from the ends of his hair did he turn off the hairdryer, tilt his head, and ask: