Fairy, Stop Making Trouble

As warm water flowed down from the top of his head, Jiang Qiao wiped the shampoo on his hair, thinking about a series of things that happened recently.

The change of Fairy Bai's attitude towards him was a bit abrupt, but if it wasn't for Sylvie's rebuttal, she might still be that fair Fairy Bai.

The villain's Daoguo would be a mortal enmity on Ziweixing, but Fairy Bai just gave him a stern lecture, and even the threat did not show the slightest murderous look. This kind of favor can be said to be extremely deep up.

The most complicated part now is to accompany her to travel down the mountain. The flower planter is so big, the travel route, how to travel, what travel necessities are needed, and various possible emergencies need to be carefully considered.

As for how parents explain it, it's not that important.

On the way to travel, the two helped each other, plus I also wrote her personal biography, and the relationship will definitely heat up quickly. If it goes well, maybe after the trip, the two will be able to take the household registration booklet to the Civil Affairs Bureau to argue for a certificate .

At the thought of forming a family with Fairy Bai, Jiang Qiao couldn't help feeling excited in his heart, as the red book contained a photo of the two of them wearing white shirts.

After a while of wild thoughts, he took a comfortable bath, and the thing that gave him the most sense of accomplishment today was hugging Fairy Bai twice.

Her breath, her smell, her body, her blushing and heartbeat, everything is so beautiful.

Putting on his pajamas and coming out, Jiang Qiao took a dry towel and wiped his wet hair. Seeing that she was still reading the Tao Te Ching seriously, he couldn't help laughing and said, The heater in the bathroom is on. Are you going to take a shower now?

Fairy Bai thought for a moment, nodded, opened the windows icon in the lower left corner of the computer, clicked on sleep, then went back to her room, took her pajamas and walked into the bathroom.

The sound of running water soon reappeared in the bathroom. The frosted glass bathroom door projected the silhouette of Fairy Bai washing her hair. Jiang Qiao also picked up the hair dryer to dry his hair. The two of them were doing opposite things to their hair across the door. .

A few minutes later, he put the hair dryer on the table, fed milk powder and scooped up the two kittens sleeping together, and suddenly realized that he was traveling with Fairy Bai. What should the two kittens do?

Could it be sent home?

The emperor really liked it, so he probably wouldn't refuse, but why does he always have a feeling of abandonment?

He shook his head, not thinking about it for the time being. He casually glanced at Fairy Bai's computer, which was off the screen, and stretched out his hand to click the mouse. The screen lit up and a password was set. He tried to enter his mobile phone number, but the password was wrong.

That's right, the 10,000-year-old little old lady has learned to protect her privacy.

Attempts to sneak through search history failed.

Jiang Qiao leaned on the sofa bored, closed his eyes and thought for a while, then turned on his computer and found the China Reading Writer's Zone. Writing the fairy's personal autobiography was a certainty, so the next step was to register as an author.

Combined with the actual situation of the fairy to create a work, the most important thing is to write an opening that can successfully attract readers. I am afraid that readers will not buy the too traditional fairy tales in this fast-food era.

Of course, the solution to the problem is also very simple.

Find the best-selling works of Xianxia and study them several times. As long as you pass the composition in elementary school, you should be able to write a good beginning.

Jiang Qiao naturally wouldn't doubt this.

Soon, Fairy Bai came out of the shower covered in steam, and Jiang Qiao looked back subconsciously.

The red face is charming, the wet hair is close to the face, the red lips are biting the hair, the tight and delicate collarbone still has water drops, and the jade feet stepping on sandals and slippers reveal ten small and lovely toes.

Really, the hot spring is warm and slippery, leaving a lingering fragrance, and the hibiscus is red and glowing.

Come to think of it, Concubine Yang Guifei, who was bathing in Huaqing Pool back then, just came out of the bathroom.

No, Concubine Yang Gui is always a mortal, how can she be as good as a fairy?

From this point of view, his own fairy is even better.

What are you looking at! Bai Xianzi tilted her head and gave him a light glance while wiping her hair with a towel.

Look at you.

lecher!

Jiang Qiao shrugged indifferently: It's not against the law to look at beautiful women.

Hmph! If I didn't have Dao fruit now, I would have to give you a good shock.

Really? I wish for it. Although it is painful to be shocked by my fairy, it is happy.

Fairy Bai pursed her lips. She had already discovered that she would never be able to speak out against this guy, especially if she said my fairy, it was...not his.

Jiang Qiao stood up and went to get the hair dryer, plugged it in and walked behind her, the next second there was a buzzing sound.

Feeling the warm wind blowing from her neck, Fairy Bai's body stiffened a little, subconsciously wanting to dodge.

Don't move, I'll help you.

Jiang Qiao's gentle voice sounded from behind, and Fairy Bai said out of breath, I... I can do it myself.

It's not easy for you alone. He refused, with a strong tone in his euphemistic tone.

Uh... um... ok...

Fairy Bai bit her lips and nodded slightly. Her whole body was stiff and her back was straight. When Jiang Qiao asked to dry her hair, it was just... quite suddenly.

In the mirror, Jiang Qiao stood behind her. The hot air generated by the electric heating wire roared out of the air outlet, but he stood there hesitating for a long time, not daring to make a move.

Fairy Bai could tell what he was hesitating at a glance, and couldn't help but want to laugh. She dared to take the opportunity to be tough on her, and she went to the door, but didn't dare to go in?

Cough, that Moon Spirit, you know, if someone else blows your hair, you need to cooperate with your hands, so that the hair will be heated evenly and the moisture will dry faster, maybe...maybe...

Maybe there will be physical contact?

Uh... umm.

Fairy Bai took a deep breath, blushing and said in a trembling voice, You...you can do it.

After getting an affirmative answer, Jiang Qiao inserted his fingers into his jet-black hair, and shook the hair dryer to dry it bit by bit from the deepest part of the scalp.

The fingertips gently slid across her scalp, and occasionally gently lifted the drooping hair behind her ears, and would touch her flawless face.

A slight tingling sensation spread all over her body, Fairy Bai clenched her fluffy pajamas with both hands, and even though Jiang Qiao was seriously drying her hair, she still couldn't help a flutter in her heart, and her face turned red hot.

The light was on in the living room, and little Fulu lay on the sofa watching the two yawn occasionally.

No one spoke again, only the hair dryer was humming, and a strange and charming atmosphere gradually rose in the room.

Both of them were sensitive to this, and the atmosphere became more ambiguous, but neither of them was embarrassed to speak, and continued to maintain a moment of silence.

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(In the next chapter, have you been waiting for Miss Heart Demon for a long time?)