Why bother with dating when you already have a cat?

Then I thought to myself, what is there that I can't see about my girlfriend?

So he turned back and, while wiping the little fish's back, admired it for a moment.

Unfortunately, I couldn't describe it in detail. I could only wipe it roughly and apply some foam to the little fish before handing the bath sponge back to her and immediately pulling the frosted door shut.

The melodious sound of the little fish taking a bath filled my ears.

Turn your head and you'll see a graceful figure behind the frosted door.

Ai Qing raised her head, then lowered it again, feeling utterly tormented.

I wish it were at my own place.

With my mom living with me now, it's really inconvenient everywhere.

I shouldn't have agreed to stay at your house for one night in the first place.

"Brother, how do I wash my hair?" Little Fish asked from inside. "Should I let my hair down and rinse it with hot water?"

"Okay, rinse your hair with hot water first, and after wetting it, use your hands to get some shampoo," Ai Qing said. "Don't get the wrong amount, squeeze out a lot. Since your hair is long, you need to use more shampoo. Squeeze it into your palm and then apply it to your hair, lather it up, and that's it."

"Oh, okay." Little Fish nodded, then began rinsing her hair with hot water.

As a result, when the hot water was used to wash her hair, it got wet in her eyes, and Xiaoyu couldn't open them properly.

Even if you wipe the water off your face with your hands, as soon as you open your eyes, your head will be soaked by the wet water.

Now, Little Fish couldn't even find the shampoo.

"Brother, brother...please help me again, I can't open my eyes."

Ai Qing: "..."

What a tormenting little devil.

This time, Ai Qing didn't bother with any pretense. She simply opened the frosted door, reached out and took a large amount of shampoo into her palm, then said to Xiao Yu, who was bending over, "Turn around and face me, I'll wash your hair."

"Oh, oh." Xiaoyu heard Ai Qing's voice coming from the left, so she immediately turned around to face Ai Qing.

As a result, I misjudged the distance and felt like my head hit something.

The little fish paused for a moment, then subconsciously raised its hand to grasp it.

hiss……

"Brother...this..."

"You...you let go..."

Ai Qing's voice even started to sound strange.

It felt as if my throat was blocked.

Xiaoyu had her eyes closed and couldn't see anything at all. After letting go of the only handrail, she suddenly became unsteady and quickly reached out her hands to hold onto Aiqing's thighs, finally managing to stand up.

But then Ai Qing thrust out her sword, lightly brushing past a strand of Xiao Yu's hair.

"Step back a bit...can't you hold onto the door?" Ai Qing's hand was covered in shampoo, and she quickly steadied Xiao Yu with the other hand, making her step back and hold onto both sides before she could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Soon, Ai Qing applied shampoo to Xiao Yu's head and massaged her long, snow-white hair.

A few minutes later, Xiaoyu retreated into the shower and rinsed off the foam from her head.

Ai Qing sat back on the toilet, took a few deep breaths, but still couldn't suppress her restless heart.

This is really going to kill me.

"Brother~ I'm done washing~"

After rinsing her hair, Xiaoyu opened the frosted door and walked out without any hesitation. She stood in front of Ai Qing, her back to him, looking towards the sink, and picked up a towel to start drying her body.

Ai Qing didn't mind taking a few more glances, but he really couldn't stand the visual impact, especially since he couldn't release it on the spot.

So she quickly got up, took the pajamas that Yao Qiang had prepared for Xiaoyu from the shelf, and put them on her before she could even wipe them completely clean.

"Take your time wiping, I'm going to slip away first," Ai Qing whispered in her ear. "Go back to your room and change into your pajamas."

After saying that, Ai Qing secretly opened the bathroom door, using only a towel to cover herself, and glanced towards the living room.

It was confirmed that Yao Qiang was watching TV and hadn't noticed this direction.

So he immediately walked out quietly and quickly returned to his bedroom.

Hearing the noise, Yao Qiang turned her head to look, but did not see Ai Qing's fleeting figure. She only noticed that the bathroom door seemed to be open.

So he turned and asked, "Little Fish, are you done washing?"

Chapter 177 Exposure

"I'm done washing!"

Little Fish, with a towel over its head and pajamas draped over its body, poked its wet head out and said sweetly to Yao Qiang in the living room.

As she spoke, she wiped her head.

Her snow-white long hair, wet and clumped together, fell onto Xiaoyu's chest, back, and shoulders.

She then shrank back, leaving the towel hanging over her head, and picked up the trousers from the rack, putting them on to cover her graceful figure.

Yao Qiang's pajamas are brightly colored and don't really match Xiao Yu's style.

However, once worn, the colorful and shapeless patterns made Xiaoyu look like a country bumpkin, making her appear even more childish.

In particular, Yao Qiang is about half a head taller than Xiao Yu, and the legs of her pajamas are also much longer.

When Xiaoyu wore them, the pant legs drooped down to her feet, completely covering her toes and slippers.

It looks a bit like a kid wearing adult clothes.

After putting on her pants, Xiaoyu continued to dry her hair, feeling that a towel alone wouldn't be enough to dry it. She remembered that Aiqing always used a hairdryer when they were at home.

At this moment, Yao Qiang from the living room said, "Xiaoyu, come out after you've dried your hair. I'll use a hairdryer to dry your hair."

Upon hearing this, Little Fish immediately used the warm current to retract her cat ears and then walked out of the bathroom.

But just then, the bedroom door diagonally opposite was also pushed open, and Ai Qing, who had changed into her own pajamas, came out of the bedroom.

He remained calm, putting on an expression that said, "Little Fish, you've finished your bath," and followed her into the living room.

Yao Qiang caught sight of him approaching and immediately asked, "Why are you in your pajamas?"

"I took a shower while you two were chatting," Ai Qing said matter-of-factly, naturally uttering the excuse she had already prepared.

Yao Qiang never imagined that the young couple had almost taken a bath together right under her nose.

“That’s perfect. Xiaoyu just washed her hair, can you blow-dry it for her?” Yao Qiang took a hairdryer out of the coffee table drawer and handed it to Ai Qing.

Ai Qing paused for a moment, then plugged the hairdryer into the wall socket and pulled Xiao Yu to sit down on the sofa.

"How do you style a girl's hair this long?" Ai Qing asked her mother for help.

"Haven't you guys bragged about this before?"

"No."

"You're so clumsy." Yao Qiang shook her head repeatedly, rolled her eyes at her son, got up and walked behind Xiao Yu, stood with Ai Qing, and began to teach, "First, comb all your hair back, then spread it out a little, don't let it stick together completely."

Ai Qing did as instructed, tucking Xiao Yu's long, snow-white hair behind her head.

To be fair, Xiaoyu's hair is indeed very good; even now that it's wet, Aiqing can still feel its smoothness.

With just a few light pats, the hair naturally falls apart, without sticking together at all.

Yao Qiang, who was standing next to her, couldn't help but reach out and touch it, exclaiming, "Xiaoyu, your hair is so well-maintained!"

"Huh?" Xiaoyu was taken aback for a moment, then asked, "What is skincare?"

“Xiaoyu’s hair is naturally like this,” Ai Qing said with a cough. “She just washes her hair regularly and doesn’t really take care of it.”

"It's so good to be young," Yao Qiang said enviously, then continued, "Don't hold the hairdryer too close, at least a fist's distance away, and use the lowest heat setting first."

"Blow at an angle from the side, from bottom to top, and then from top to bottom, blowing evenly."

"After repeating this a few times, turn the heat up to a high setting, being careful not to blow it into her eyes."

Yao Qiang said so, and Ai Qing did just that.

He himself doesn't feel anything.

But the little fish, whose hair was being blown by the wind, squinted its eyes and comfortably raised its head slightly.

First, use a low heat setting to dry your hair to a certain extent, then use a high heat setting to quickly dry it.

Xiaoyu felt her head, which had been a little cool from her wet hair, suddenly become warm and comfortable.

“When I was younger, your dad used to blow-dry my hair all the time, but after we got married, he stopped helping me,” Yao Qiang said with a laugh, then touched her short hair. “So I just cut my hair short; it’s easier to manage now.”

Ai Qing remembers that when she was very young, her mother had long hair.

Back then, he slept with his parents and liked to play with his mother's hair with his fingers at night.

I can't fall asleep without playing something before bed.

As he grew up, he developed a strong liking for furry things, which is why he especially loves keeping cats.

This also led him to like to touch the little fish's head whenever he had nothing to do.

Because her hair feels really nice to the touch.

Fortunately, Xiaoyu also enjoys being touched by Ai Qing, so she doesn't have the same troubles as Yao Qiang did back then.

After all, her son, who was making a ruckus and refusing to sleep, kept playing with her hair, so she definitely couldn't sleep well.

Later, when Ai Qing grew up a bit and had her own bedroom, Yao Qiang was finally freed from her constraints and had to sleep alone.

"Once it's almost dry, switch to natural air and don't continue using hot air," Yao Qiang recalled the past and then continued to advise, "Use cool air from a distance to let the hair cool down, and that's it."

My hair was just blown on with hot air, and my head felt warm and cozy, but it's summer after all, and it's still very hot even at night.

After being gently blown by the cool breeze, Xiaoyu immediately felt refreshed.

Blow-drying your hair like this is a rare treat.

No wonder Yao Qiang reminisces about the times when Ai Zhongguo used to blow-dry her hair.

"Alright, I won't disturb you two anymore." Yao Qiang waved her hand and walked downstairs when she saw that it was about time. "I'm going downstairs to see what your dad is doing. You two should go to sleep early."