Han Wenwen took the hair dryer and walked over to Lin Zhengran. She wasn't tall enough, so she had to stand on her tiptoes, tilting her head back to dry the hair on his forehead.
But this was exactly what Han Wenwen wanted. This way, she could rest one hand on Lin Zhengran's chest.
Her slender, pale palm gently touched Lin Zhengran's chest. The firm muscles and the sensation made Han Wenwen's heart race. Biting her lip, she felt immensely satisfied that her little ploy had worked.
But since she still had to dry his hair, she had to force herself to dedicate at least some of her focus to the task.
Lin Zhengran noticed how tense she was, looking as though she were fighting an internal battle.
"Aren't you tired standing on your tiptoes like that?"
Han Wenwen shook her head slightly. "Not tired~ How could serving Zhengran be tiring? Wenwen was born to serve you."
Lin Zhengran had no idea where this Little Fox had learned all these outrageous, seductive lines.
