Jiang Nan, who was getting angry, slowly typed a question mark: "???"

Offend Liang Jingzhi?

Isn't that what she meant?

Liang Jingzhi hung up the phone and turned around to see Jiang Nan standing at the door of the bedroom.

The girl held the doorknob with one hand, her eyebrows were lowered, and her long eyelashes cast a small shadow on her eyelids, as if she was thinking about something.

"Why did you come out without drying your hair?" Liang Jingzhi walked over, picked up the towel from the towel rack, and rubbed Jiang Nan's hair.

He brought the hair dryer over again, patted the sofa in the living room and motioned for Jiang Nan to sit down.

Jiang Nan looked up at Liang Jingzhi, but didn't say anything and sat down directly on the sofa.

Liang Jingzhi's hands are clean and white, with well-defined joints.

The soft hair passed through the man's fingertips and scattered gently on his shoulders.

And so on.

Jiang Nan's common coldness and alienation in the past disappeared, and all his edges and corners were restrained.

There is a feeling of tranquility in time.

After blowing his hair, Liang Jingzhi turned off the hair dryer, and the noisy sound in the room suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Jiang Nan was still sitting on the sofa, but he stood up suddenly, walked around the sofa, and stood in front of Liang Jingzhi.

Liang Jingzhi lowered his eyes, his heart moved slightly, and looked at Jiang Nan with interest, "Do you have something to say?"
Chapter completed!