"Xie Jingrun, you can't look back, don't!" Rong Qingqing said anxiously, quickly ran to the wardrobe, took two dresses again, and ran back behind the screen.

While quickly putting on her dress, she poked her head out and stared at Xie Jingrun's actions vigilantly.

Seeing that he was not moving, he felt relieved.

To be honest, although Xie Jingrun is sometimes very angry, he is still very gentleman in some aspects.

She felt relieved.

Xie Jingrun stood facing the door, listening to the rustling sound of dressing behind him, his handsome face was dark, his hands hanging on his side were tightly clenched, and his smooth forehead was covered in sweat.

He just felt that time had become strangely long and painful.

Just as his patience was about to be told, the girl stood in front of him with her long wet hair.

With her long hair disguised, her face looked even smaller. Because she had just taken a shower, there was a kind of beauty after washing her delicate face.

Because of the hurry, her hair was not too late to wipe. The water on the ends of her hair dripped down and fell on her dress, which quickly wet her dress. Even the lapel on her chest was wet. The reason why she wore was not too little, the fabric of the skirt was extremely thin, and the snow-white skin was faintly visible...

Xie Jingrun's eyes were dark, and he stared at her patiently, his voice was strangely hoarse, "Rong Qingqing, is this your appearance in hospitality?"

When Rong Qingqing heard this, she quickly lowered her head to check herself, and then she found that her dress was wet with wet hair.

But she was dressed neatly and didn't show anything?

Is it necessary to react so much to Xie Jingrun, this stinky guy?

She was whispering in her heart, and suddenly, a black cloak was thrown over and thrown on her body. She subconsciously reached out to hug her.

"Put it on quickly." Xie Jingrun urged impatiently.

Rong Qingqing didn't think there was something wrong with her, but she still wrapped her cloak around her as she said. She had something to talk to Xie Jingrun, and she had no time to worry about this little thing.

"Marty, beside the emperor..." She said halfway. At some point, the man turned around and took a cloth towel over, suddenly covered her head, and rubbed it vigorously for a few times.

"Rong Qingqing, as a woman, you're so sloppy, are you embarrassed?"

The man's voice that was extremely disgusting fell in his ears.

Rong Qingqing blinked and muttered: Is this guy too much?

She coughed lightly and reached out to take the cloth towel from his hand, but his movements suddenly became softer, scooping up her wet long hair, wrapping it with a cloth towel, and then tweening it hard.

She was stunned. Looking at the man's handsome face as cold as ice and snow, she forgot to react.

He had no expression throughout the whole process, but his movements were contradictory and gentle.

She was silent for a while and finally found her voice.

"Marty, I can do it myself." She stretched out her hand again, trying to pull the cloth from his hand, but accidentally, her hand covered the back of his hand.

Xie Jingrun paused and looked at her with his eyes down.

Rong Qingqing was stunned and immediately withdrew her hand, blushing and explaining, "I was accidentally."

Xie Jing pursed the corners of her lips before saying, "It doesn't matter." He continued to wipe her wet hair.
Chapter completed!