Xiao Sheng was wearing pajamas and pajamas, sitting cross-legged on the sofa opposite the bed, with a large dark cloud above his head.
She clearly promised that she would explain it to Gong Shiheng when he came over, but after a lot of trouble, she was guided by him for several steps.
"Shengsheng, are you tired? Why not watch TV?"
"Shengsheng, it's getting late, do you want to take a shower?"
"Shengsheng, the pajamas are on your left."
…
ah--!
What a sin.
Her hair hadn't been blow-dried yet, it had been wiped with a towel casually, and it was piled up on her head, like a little lion with fried hair.
Gong Shiheng was lying on the bedside, wearing rimless glasses and flipping through a book.
"You should watch less." Xiao Sheng reminded.
Gong Shiheng seemed to have been triggered by something, and turned to look at her, "Are you sleepy?"
The warning light above Xiao Sheng's head immediately flashed red, "No!"
How dare he say he is sleepy?
If she had said so.
He has to invite her to share the bed the next second.
Gong Shiheng smiled and said, "Don't sit there, blow dry your hair first."
Xiao Sheng pulled her hair twice and said, "It's done."
"Use a hair dryer, otherwise you will catch a cold easily," he said.
Xiao Sheng pouted and glanced around.
"Near the TV." Gong Shiheng reminded.
"oh."
She walked over, took it casually, pushed the plug into the socket with force, pushed the wind power to the highest setting, and violently operated it on the top of her head.
Gong Shiheng leaned on the head of the bed and clearly felt the gust of wind. He looked up and saw Xiao Sheng's back to him, and the hair on his head was dancing crazily like a thatched house that had been hit by an eight-level wind.
He was a little dumbfounded, "Shengsheng."
Xiao Sheng didn't hear it. He just wanted to fight quickly, and his neck shook with the hair dryer.
Two minutes later.
She turned off the hair dryer and snapped her fingers at the same time, "Done."
Putting down the hair dryer, she remembered that there was a difficult guy behind her, and couldn't help but sigh.
Turning around, he met Gong Shiheng's eyes as expected.
She opened her mouth, but before she could find anything to say, he raised the thing in his hand towards her and said, "Come to me."
comb.
No wonder she wasn't found in the bathroom just now.
Xiao Sheng hesitated for a moment, but when she saw Gong Shiheng's sincere and gentle eyes, she walked over.
Forget it, let the person with amnesia show his love for the same kind of people.
She walked to the bed, and Gong Shiheng patted the edge of the bed, "Shengsheng, sit down."
Xiao Sheng dug her ears. She was really afraid that if he called her Shengsheng, it would be like a poison, so she couldn't refuse.
She sat down.
The man straightened up and put his hand on her head.
Xiao Sheng remained motionless, feeling his gentle movements.
She was a little confused. In her memory, it was a long time ago that someone combed her hair. It was so long ago that she had no memory at all.
The teeth of the book slid across her scalp, brushing away the messy hair, and smoothed the thatch piled on her head bit by bit. At the same time, it seemed to soothe her nerves.
I closed my eyes and suddenly felt a little sleepy.
She lowered her head and took a deep breath.
She thought to herself, wait a little longer, wait until he finishes combing her hair, and then we can talk things over with him.
Quite enjoyable.
"Shengsheng."
She responded unconsciously.
"After combing your hair, let's take a rest together."
"good……"
Um?
!!!
She woke up with a start and turned her head sharply.
Gong Shiheng still had a smile on his lips. When he saw her turning her head, he tapped her forehead with the comb, "Aren't you sleepy yet?"
Xiao Sheng: "..."
Is this a question of sleepiness or not?
Gong Shiheng: "Shengsheng, it's not good to stay up late."