The two of them fooled around in the bathroom for a while before putting on their clothes.
Because there was no preparation in advance and she was too embarrassed to let the servants get her clothes, Hu Miaomiao put on Li Pingchuan's shirt first.
The soft shirt just covered her thighs, barely covering the spring sunshine, but it also added a bit of seductive charm.
"Brother Pingchuan, your hair is still wet. Let me help you dry it."
Li Pingchuan looked at her suspiciously, his tone full of disbelief, "Can you do it?"
"Of course I can. I've been blow-drying my parents' hair since I was a child, and I'm better than Teacher Tony."
Seeing that she was so steadfast in her words, Li Pingchuan believed her a little.
However, when Hu Miaomiao got started, he realized that he had overestimated this woman. It turned out that she would also make lies.
Hu Miaomiao was in a hurry. She was clearly blow-drying her hair, but she was blowing it into a chicken coop. She couldn't even comb it. Moreover, the temperature was alternately cold and hot. She didn't know how she was blow-drying.
"Hiss!" Li Pingchuan screamed in pain. You could guess without looking that a handful of his hair would definitely be torn out.
Hu Miaomiao looked at the hair in her hand, quickly shook it on the ground, and said with a smile: "I haven't done it for a long time, I'm a bit rusty."
Li Pingchuan rolled his eyes at her and asked patiently: "Tell me clearly, when was the last time you blew someone's hair?"
"The last time, just...just the last time..."
Li Pingchuan sneered. He finally understood that he had been deceived by this woman.
Come to think of it, she is clumsy even in dressing other people, let alone drying her hair.
Li Pingchuan raised his head and was about to curse when a drop of water fell on his face. He turned around and said, "Come here and I will blow dry your hair."
"No……"
"Why don't you use it? Your hair is so long and still wet. If you don't blow it dry, will you get a headache?"
Hu Miaomiao smiled sweetly, wrapped her hands around his neck, and sat on his lap, "Brother Pingchuan, you are so kind to me."
Li Pingchuan couldn't help but blush as he held her in his arms, and said angrily: "You sit in my arms and tell me how to blow dry my hair?"
"oh……"
Hu Miaomiao flattened her mouth, got up from his arms, and then sat at his feet, resting her pointed chin on his knees.
Li Pingchuan took one look, but did not let her get up. Instead, he took the hair dryer and tested the temperature on his wrist before slowly blowing her hair.
When his slender fingers passed through the hair, Hu Miaomiao narrowed her eyes comfortably, and a lazy smile overflowed from her lips, "Well...it feels comfortable..."
Li Pingchuan paused and said angrily: "Don't make strange noises!"
Hu Miaomiao nodded obediently, rubbing her little face on his legs, like a kitten coquettishly coquettishly playing with its owner.
At this moment, Li Pingchuan couldn't help it anymore, pinched her cheek, gritted his teeth and said, "Don't move around either!"
"Brother Pingchuan..."
"What?"
"Will it hurt if I lie on your lap?"
Li Pingchuan paused slightly and said nonchalantly: "It doesn't hurt, I can't feel my legs."
He said it lightly, but he was probably the only one who knew the sadness in it. After all, he had gone from a proud man to a cripple. This change was so big that most people couldn't accept it.
Of course, Li Pingchuan still can't accept that he is disabled, so he spends his days in self-destruction and self-torture.
But now, looking at the beautiful little face in front of him, he suddenly wanted to stand up again.
Hu Miaomiao raised her little face and saw that he was unhappy. Instead of shutting up, she asked, "What happened to your leg?"
Everyone knew that being disabled was Li Pingchuan's fault. No one dared to mention it, let alone ask. Only Hu Miaomiao was so courageous.
As expected, Li Pingchuan rolled his eyes at her and did not answer.
Hu Miaomiao blinked, not understanding what he meant, and guessed: "Were you in a car accident? Are you sick? Or did someone break your leg?"
"Hey, enough guessing, who am I and how could I have my legs broken?"
It's a shame she could think of such an outrageous reason.
"What's that for?"
"Why do you ask this?" Li Pingchuan still couldn't face the problem directly, and his tone changed.
Anyone who knows him well knows that this is a sign before he becomes angry.
If it had been anyone else, they would have run away long ago. Only Hu Miaomiao was still stupid. Not only did she not notice the change in his attitude, but she kept staring at his legs, as if she wanted to pinch them.
The next moment, she really squeezed it. Seeing that Li Pingchuan had no reaction, she secretly squeezed it again.
"Huh? Are you really unresponsive?"
Hu Miaomiao was suspicious and raised her head out of curiosity, just in time to catch Li Pingchuan's gaze.
"Still pinching?" Li Pingchuan's tone was slightly cold, and his expression was even colder.
Hu Miaomiao took back her hand and showed a flattering smile: "Brother Pingchuan, I just want to know you better."
Li Pingchuan's heart trembled and he couldn't help but look at her a few more times.
Since he became disabled, there were many people who cared about him, but most of them tried to cheer him up. This was the first time I heard such words.
Know him better?
The weight of this sentence is very light, but it is like a feather gently brushing my heart, bringing an indescribable itch.
Li Pingchuan's expression relaxed, revealing the joy he had not experienced in a long time, and asked: "What do you know about me?"
"My mother said that I have to understand you first before I can capture you as soon as possible."
Li Pingchuan sneered and hit her on the head gently, "You are the only one who still thinks about conquering men. Don't you have a clear understanding of yourself?"
“But if you don’t use your brain to conquer the strategy, then what should you use?”
Li Pingchuan's eyes slowly went down from her face, taking a few glances at the softness of her bulge, and said in a hoarse voice: "You still have some advantages..."
For example, if you are beautiful and have a good figure...
"Ahem!" Li Pingchuan cleared his throat and put all those romantic thoughts behind him.
However, Hu Miaomiao couldn't sleep tonight unless he asked clearly, so he asked again how his legs were disabled.
Li Pingchuan was blow-drying her hair and said, "Three years ago, my friend and I were riding a racing car on a mountain road. We accidentally fell down and lost both legs."
During this period, he also did rehabilitation training, but it was of no use.
"Why don't you say anything? Are you stupid?"
I thought she would cry after hearing this, or say she was pitiful, but Hu Miaomiao's next words once again set the bottom line of his patience.
