A few days later, the intermediate professional title assessment was successfully completed. Mo Duoduo decided to relax, lit up the newly purchased aromatherapy, took a comfortable bath, hummed a song in a good mood, and came out of the bathroom to use a hair dryer to blow her hair. I saw Dongfang Han wearing black silk pajamas, sitting leisurely by the bed and reading a book, looking so comfortable. Mo Duoduo rubbed her eyes, thinking she had made a mistake, "Did you go to the wrong room?"
Dongfang Han said seriously, "You were in the office that day, didn't you ask me to wait for you?"
Mo Duoduo continued to wipe her still dripping hair with a towel, "It's so late. You go down first and let's talk another day."
Seeing that he was motionless, Mo Duoduo walked out and held his hand, "Hurry up!"
Dongfang Han: "Don't make trouble! Your hair is so wet. Sit down and I will blow it for you." He picked up the hair dryer on the bedside table, moved his body inward, patted the edge of the bed and motioned for her to sit down. His eyes were clear, as if he simply wanted to help. She blowdryed her hair.
Well, it’s not a bad thing, Mo Duoduo thought, there must not be many such handsome teachers in the world. So he sat down by the bed.
Amidst the low whine of the hair dryer, the warm wind hit him. His fingers picked up her hair. The movement was a bit clumsy, but fortunately it was gentle and did not hurt her.
Mo Duoduo's hair was long and thick, and it took a lot of effort to blow it. It was rare that she didn't have to do it herself, so she picked up her phone to watch the news. The news of the divorce between International Z and Wang F was all over the screen today. Mo Duoduo watched it with great interest, sometimes frowning, sometimes laughing, and exchanging opinions with Gan Tiantian from time to time.
Dongfang Han lowered his eyes and scanned the screen, then said, "Watch less gossip and more positive news!"
"As you said, everyone has curiosity!" Mo Duoduo asked curiously: "Barrister, what do you think of this matter?"
Dongfang Han twitched the corner of his mouth and mocked himself, "What can I think? I am a certified person, how can I comment on someone else who has four certifications? And my certification is still in name only."
Unable to answer this question, Mo Duoduo continued to scroll through his phone.
"Okay." Dongfang Han turned off the hair dryer.
Mo Duoduo touched her hair and said, "Well, your skills are good. Barrister, I give you a thumbs up!"
Dongfang Han's tone was seductive: "Let me move in here and I'll blow dry your hair every day."
Mo Duoduo was not fooled, "No way! You were so late, I even fell asleep."
Dongfang Han: "I'll try to come as early as possible."
Mo Duoduo said, "You can help me wherever you live."
Seeing that there was no hope, Dongfang Han said again: "Then help me blow dry my hair."
"You want to blow it if it's so short?" Mo Duoduo raised his head and glanced at his half-dried hair.
Dongfang Han: "It's not dry yet. I'm going to bed after drying it."
So, Mo Duoduo picked up the hair dryer and was eager to try it. Apart from Xiaobei, this was the first time she helped anyone dry their hair. She knelt on the edge of the bed, stirred his short hair with her fingers, and blew it seriously. Maybe the wind was a bit hot, so he kept leaning back. Mo Duoduo found it difficult, so she simply straddled his lap and fixed his head with one hand, "Don't move!"
The sight of this person who is a head taller than him is very interesting. Mo Duoduo feels that the usually calm and self-possessed barrister is not so condescending. His hair texture is the same as Xiaobei's and feels good. The more Mo Duoduo smoothes his hair, the more messy it becomes. , um, soft and cute, cute...
Mo Duoduo was having fun, while Dongfang Han felt like he was in dire straits. His whole body was surrounded by the fragrance of Mo Duoduo after bathing. Her hair followed her movements, brushing against his face and neck from time to time. So itchy...
All that can be seen is her chest. The collar of the white nightgown is conservative, and only the looming collarbone can be seen, but the skin is so white that it makes people want to take a closer look. The plump curvature is perfect, and there is no underwear under the nightgown. , just a few centimeters away, this sweet softness will stick to his chest! He wanted to move but didn't want to. The view from this angle was too good. He was afraid of missing the scenery. Dongfang Han's body was so stiff that he felt numb.
If this continues, Dongfang Han is afraid that he will collapse, so he lowers his head with difficulty to divert his attention. This angle is even more shocking. Her slender white legs are half lying on the side of his legs, and her nightgown has been rolled up to her thighs because she is straddling him. Position, the lines of the legs are soft and slender, with no excess fat at all, and the skin is moist and translucent without any blemishes. Dongfang Han can't help but imagine what it would feel like when it is wrapped around his waist...
"Okay!" Mo Duoduo put down the hair dryer and touched the sweat on Dongfang Han's forehead, "Is it so hot?"
The corners of Dongfang Han's eyes were scarlet, and he raised his hands to tighten around her soft waist. His voice was hoarse, "What do you think?"
Only then did Mo Duoduo realize his bold sitting posture, but when he thought about it, he realized that it was too late. A violent storm hit us...
The scene suddenly became chaotic. The astonishing body temperature made Mo Duoduo's body tremble. His hands and lips attacked fiercely. Mo Duoduo was unable to resist and was defeated...
Everything was ready and ready to go, but at the critical moment, Mo Duoduo held his hand tightly and started crying!
Dongfang Han raised his head with difficulty, "What's wrong?"
Mo Duoduo cried sadly, "No."
"Why?" Dongfang Han was puzzled, because he had just felt her affection.
Mo Duoduo: "I don't know..."
"Then when do you think it will be possible?" Dongfang Han felt hopeless.
Mo Duoduo was still choking: "I don't know..."
Dongfang Han understood that she was suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder. Although she never mentioned it, Dongfang Han knew early on from the investigation report that Mo's mother jumped from the ward window on the 16th floor, and Mo Duoduo was at the scene at the time. But she was only twenty years old and still pregnant. She was already very strong to be able to survive such a bloody stimulation. The lessons learned over the years about Mom's illness have also penetrated deep into the bone marrow. Change does not happen overnight.
Mo Duoduo cried until she hiccupped. Dongfang Han hugged her distressedly and patted her back comfortingly. After a while, the two of them calmed down.
Only then did Mo Duoduo feel that she had gone too far, so she buried herself in his arms and asked in a low voice, "Will you let me go?"
Dongfang Han answered affirmatively: "No."
Mo Duoduo said: "Why? You are so good, you deserve better."
Dongfang Han said helplessly: "Maybe you are a goblin sent by God to collect me. I can't escape."
Mo Duoduo chuckled. Dongfang Han kissed the top of her head and straightened the quilt for her, "Go to sleep! Don't think too much."
Mo Duoduo: "Why don't you go down and sleep?"
Dongfang Han: "I won't go down. I will sleep here from now on."
Mo Duoduo resisted a little, "But..."
Dongfang Han held her face in his hands, his eyes serious and focused, "Duoduo, we are husband and wife, don't refuse me to get close to you. I will give you time. Trust me."
Mo Duoduo agreed.
