CHAPTER 1071: CHAPTER 1071: IS THERE A DOG OUTSIDE?

At seven o’clock, He Chen and Yin Mo dawdled for a long time before getting dressed and coming downstairs for breakfast.

Yin Mo slowly sat down, smoothing her half-dry wavy long hair, and asked perplexedly, "What’s wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"

She instinctively looked at her clothing, a clean white T-shirt and jeans, what was worth noticing?

Opposite her, He Chen had three buttons undone on his shirt, his left arm resting on the table’s edge, with an aggressively intense gaze fixed on Yin Mo.

The man silently picked up the toast and took a bite, his gaze still on Yin Mo’s face, slowly chewing, and with a lick of his lips, no matter how you looked, it seemed erotic.

Yin Mo frowned lightly, lowering her head to cut the fried egg, "The rash on your body hasn’t disappeared yet. If you really don’t want to go to the hospital, how about I accompany you to Shang’s Pharmacy?"

The anti-allergy ointment didn’t seem to be working, and Yin Mo was clearly worried about his health condition.

At this moment, He Chen lowered his eyelids, lightly smiling with pressed lips, "Is it necessary?"

Yin Mo said it was, and her gaze was very persistent.

He Chen looked at her deeply for a moment, then nodded to agree, "Okay, okay, we’ll go after breakfast."

His compromising tone earned a floral smile from Yin Mo in response.

She was becoming more and more clearly aware of He Chen’s indulgence and pampering towards her.

For instance, when they had just woken up this morning, although he was obviously very moved, he still restrained his emotions and didn’t force it.

It’s just that before going downstairs for breakfast, He Chen spent forty minutes in the bathroom, and Yin Mo thought he might have been relieving himself.

...

In less than twenty minutes, Yin Mo had finished breakfast and went to the living room.

She subconsciously looked for He Chen’s figure, as if it had become an ingrained habit.

Maybe the allergy symptoms were too severe, he barely ate a few bites and left the dining room early.

Yin Mo glanced around, suddenly hearing footsteps coming from the stairway. She turned aside to look, her gaze pausing slightly.

At this moment, He Chen had changed into a dark gray shirt, with black dress pants wrapping his straight long legs, walking down from upstairs with one hand in his pocket.

His handsome and charming eyes carried a mischievous and unrestrained smile.

And Yin Mo was looking at the item in his hand, her gaze slowly moving upward, "Are you going to blow-dry your hair?"

He Chen was holding her hairdryer.

Yin Mo wondered why, since his hair was clearly dry.

He Chen gave her a sideways glance, walked straight to the sofa and patted it, "Sit down."

"You..." Yin Mo unconsciously grabbed her slightly damp hair tips, "You want to blow-dry my hair?"

He Chen smirked nonchalantly, nodding towards the sofa, "Captain Yin can get her hair done if she wants."

Yin Mo fell silent, sat down steadily, straightened her back, her movements showing evident stiffness.

The hairdryer’s sound was moderate, He Chen tested the temperature on his palm, then gently caressed Yin Mo’s long hair with his hands, "Is the temperature okay?"

"Mm, it’s fine."

He Chen detected the tension in her voice, a thought crossed his mind, and he leaned close to her ear, teasingly, "Darling, why are you nervous about a hair blow-dry?"

Yin Mo answered honestly, "Not really nervous, it’s just... you’re the first person to blow-dry my hair."

He Chen’s slightly raised lips curved down, his palm resting on her shoulder, his gaze burning as he stared at Yin Mo’s profile, "British Imperial doesn’t have a styling room?"

"There are many, but I’ve never been," Yin Mo turned her head to meet his gaze, her expression calm yet earnest, "The Chairman Family also has its own stylists."

He Chen couldn’t describe his feelings, his chest felt both sour and tight, as he gently caressed Yin Mo’s silky long hair, he asked her softly, "Never had a perm either?"

Yin Mo shook her head, "I usually cut my own hair, when it grows long, I cut off the roots."

Her hair was naturally curly, and when it grew long and fell loose, it formed fluffy wavy long hair.

He Chen bent down to kiss the top of Yin Mo’s head, and after a long pause, spoke; "What a coincidence, it’s also the first time I blow-dry a woman’s hair."

This was the first small thing they had experienced together.

Yin Mo looked up to glance at He Chen, saying nothing more, but she did say something to ruin the atmosphere... Thank you.

He Chen tapped her head with a bent finger, turned the hairdryer back on, and with great patience, dried her long hair completely.

Though this small matter wasn’t earth-shattering, it was extremely memorable for Yin Mo.

It took a full ten minutes for He Chen to finish blow-drying her hair, and when the sound of the hairdryer subsided, Yin Mo, with tears in her eyes, rubbed the top of her head, even sniffing.

Her scalp hurt...

He Chen had no idea how rough his actions were just now, having no experience blow-drying hair, his rough fingertips had been frantically scratching and rubbing her head, and the hairdryer was too close to the scalp—it was overall... a very bad experience.

Yet Yin Mo endured it all without uttering a word, making it through till the end.

He Chen keenly caught the sound of her sniffing, clicked his tongue and rested his chin on the top of her head, "Captain Yin, are you so touched? Well then, I’ll blow-dry your hair every day from now on, hm?"

Yin Mo was silent for two seconds before abruptly shifting sideways, whispering a complaint, "Don’t press on my scalp, it hurts."

He Chen, caught off guard, leaned forward abruptly, almost falling into the sofa.

He steadied himself on the chair back, leaned forward to embrace Yin Mo’s shoulders, and when he looked closer, her eyes were red.

He Chen’s thick brows knitted, his handsome face darkened a bit, "Did it hurt?"

"Mm..."

"Are you an idiot?" He Chen pinched her face, his tone a bit fierce, "If it hurts, why didn’t you say anything?"

Yin Mo rubbed her scalp and replied flatly, "It didn’t hurt that much."

She simply didn’t want to interrupt He Chen’s enthusiasm and also wanted to savor his first time deeply.

And now, with such a rough and deadly technique, Yin Mo completely believed it was He Chen’s first time blow-drying a woman’s hair.

He Chen pressed his lips together, pulled Yin Mo close by her shoulders, and kissed her face, "Darling, my bad, I’ll be more careful next time."

...

After nine thirty, He Chen and Yin Mo set out to Shang’s Pharmacy.

On the way, Yin Mo’s phone rang, displaying an unfamiliar number.

She only glanced at it, then directly hung up.

"Why not answer?" He Chen caught sight of this, speaking playfully, "Got a dog outside?"

Before Yin Mo could answer, the vibration sounded again, the caller persistent in dialing back.

Seeing this, He Chen squinted at Yin Mo, swiftly snatched her phone and pressed to answer.

Yin Mo panicked, "Don’t..."

He Chen had already put the phone to his ear, "Who is this?"

On the other end of the line, the person who was about to speak suddenly fell silent.

He Chen, lacking patience, sneered, "Calling and not speaking, are you mute?"

In a flash, without knowing what she was thinking, Yin Mo slapped the phone out of He Chen’s hand and suddenly leaned in to kiss him.

Caught off guard, He Chen caught her, turning his head slightly to dodge, leaving Yin Mo’s lips to land on the corner of his mouth, "Darling, are you guilty or seducing..."