Yi likes to stop holding the hair dryer.

After a while, footsteps came from outside the door, and then the bathroom door was pushed open, and Yi Qian, wearing a cotton white shirt, walked in.

He looked casual, just like when he came back from get off work, as if the more than two months she had escaped from this family were just a dream for her.

He didn't close the door, and all the busy maids in the bedroom were shut off by him. He walked up to her, turned on the faucet and washed his hands slowly, pulled two tissues from the side to dry his fingers, looked up at the mirror in front of him, and then two seconds later, his eyes shifted and met her eyes in the mirror.

Having not seen him for more than two months, he has become thinner than before, and looks longer and slender. He has a good temperament and is clear and clean.

With his three-dimensional and beautiful facial features, he is simply a walking work of art.

He looks feminine and like a woman, he is extremely beautiful, but he doesn't feel any softness on his body. On the contrary, he has a faint sense of extreme oppression.

The moment Yi liked to meet his eyes, he held the hair dryer's fingertips and subconsciously tightened them.

The bathroom was very quiet. Yi Qian didn't speak, but just looked at her quietly with her eyes.

An invisible sense of oppression spread out from him, pressing strongly on her body, causing her heart to tremble slightly.

More than two months ago, on her birthday, he proposed to her in front of the group of people standing on the pyramid of Huaijiang City.

On the night of the proposal, she left without saying goodbye. She was afraid that he would find her back, so she hid in the suburbs and moved into Ling Momo's house at twice the price on the condition of not signing a contract.

At first she was very nervous and didn't dare to go out. Gradually, she found that she was very safe, so she went to a cafe near her home to work.

She shouldn't have been lucky enough to agree to Ling Momo to accompany her to Zhang Lunan's party. She thought she was pretending very well, but she was still recognized by him.

In Yi Xiang's impression, Yi Qian had never been angry with her and always spoke softly, but she knew that it was one thing for him to have a good temper towards her, and another thing was that she had never angered him.

This time it was different. He could not let her go easily after her farewell without saying goodbye.

The more he looked at her silently and didn't speak, the more nervous she felt in her heart.

Every second passed, the tension in her heart became stronger. In the end, before he could do anything, her nervous fingers trembled and the hair dryer fell into the sink.

The sound made alarmed Yi Qian. He slowly lowered his head, glanced at the hair dryer, then reached out to pick up the blower, pressed the switch, lifted her hair and helped her blow.

The noise of the hair dryer surrounds the ears and makes noises. Yi likes to feel his fingertips passing through her strands of hair, and her nervous fingers clutched the hem of her pajamas.

If he was angry, she might not be so scared. His most fearful look was the way he could not see the joy and anger.

Yi likes to feel that time passes very slowly, and every minute and every second are a torment for her.

Her hair was finally blown away, and she was about to breathe a sigh of relief when Yi Qian's fingertips fell on her head again, and then she smelled the sweet fragrance of hair care oil.

He moved very gently, applying hair oil to her hair slowly, and carefully not letting go of a single strand of hair.

His hands finally left her hair. He turned on the faucet, washed away the remaining hair oil on his hands, and said the first thing he saw her tonight: "Go out."

Yi liked it for a moment.

She thought the first sentence he said would be "Yi Xiang, who told you to run away from home without saying a word?" or, "Yi Xiang, where have you been in the past two months?"

She never expected that the first thing he said to her was to go out.

Yi Qian wiped her fingers dry and saw her standing beside her and didn't move. "What? Want to see me take a shower?"

As he said that, he raised his hand in front of her and slowly unbuttoned a shirt.

Yi likes to have a red ear, and he lowers his head the next second, brushes his side and runs out hurriedly.

After running away for a while, she retreated and closed the door for him as if she had remembered something.

She was the only one in the huge bedroom. She walked to the window and took a look outside. There were a few bodyguards in the Yi family mansion that were usually not guarding.

She knew that this was arranged by Yi Qian to prevent her from running away from home without saying a word.

She stood for a few seconds, then walked to the bedroom door, opened the door, and the butler who was guarding the door immediately walked forward: "Ms. Yi, what do you need to order?"

Yi Xiang didn't say anything and threw the door on with a snap.

It is impossible to escape now. She sat down to the bed in dismay, listening to the sound of running water in the bathroom, thinking about the phone call she received two months ago when he proposed to her on the night he had proposed to her...

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped. After about three or four minutes, the bathroom door was opened, and the hair was wiped half dry, and she walked out of the bathroom.

He walked straight to the edge of the bed, lifted the quilt, leaned against the head of the bed, then glanced at Yi Xiang, who was sitting at the end of the bed: "Come here."

Yi Xiang looked at Yi Qian for two seconds, and took a step and rubbed over.

Yi Qian looked at her slow pace and was not in a hurry. She kept waiting for her to walk to the bed, raised her hand and gently touched her cheek: "Huanhuan, give me a baby."

Yi likes to open his eyes wide, as if he has heard it wrong.

Yi Qian's fingers slid down her cheeks to her slender neck, then gently pointed on her collarbone, moved her fingertips to the side, hooked the suspender of her nightgown, and gently pushed it to the other side of her arm. Before she could react, the strap on her other shoulder was bitten by his teeth and slid out, and the nightgown dangled along her arm and fell to her feet.

In just a blink of an eye, she only had a piece of underwear left.

Yi Xiang subconsciously raised his arms to block his upper body and took half a step back. However, before the half step was enough, her waist was held by his hand, and she was suddenly brought to him.

Her name is Yi Xiang, but she is not the daughter of the Yi family.

She was thrown at the door of Yi's house when she was in her infancy. Yi Qian saw her and took her home.

She is about the same age as Bo Dress, and Yi Qian's original intention was to let her be with Bo Dress.

Later, when I was raising her, I found that she had something wrong.

There are some problems with her brain, which does not affect her IQ or growth, but she is much slower than normal people and looks a little stupid. In fact, everyone in the Bodi Group knows that she is not stupid, she is just slow to react.
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