Quick Transmission: Host, don’t touch the boss, he’s going to kiss you

Only Xie Xinghe heard the helplessness contained in Aning's words.

Suddenly, he remembered what Grandma Xie had said to him at that time. The little girl's father had just passed away, and she had no relatives left in the family. She was very pitiful.

If Maizi hadn't asked this tonight, he might never have known that she was an art examinee before.

The cultural performance of art candidates is already weak. If they take the college entrance examination, the weak will obviously win out.

No wonder she was always reading books and answering questions. He just gave a little reminder and she could be happy for a long time.

Probably because I'm afraid that I won't be able to keep up after school starts.

"Then what major do you major in?" In order to lighten the atmosphere, the man with glasses whispered harmoniously.

"dance."

"Wow, no wonder you have such a good temperament. Are you doing that swan dance?" Maizi asked.

"Yes, but I mainly study classical dance." Aning smiled softly. When she talked about dance, her eyes could not hide the light and she had that innate confidence.

"I know classical dance. Fairies all dance like this." Maizi raised his hand and grinned at Aning.

An Ning looked at his silly appearance and almost couldn't help laughing.

The weird atmosphere in front was broken by your words. Maizi was talkative and soon started chatting with Aning again.

What he said was very interesting and witty. Several times, Aning wanted to burst into laughter. However, due to the fairy character he was given, he could only cover his mouth and laugh implicitly.

However, at this moment, Maizi looked at the dancing fairy, his smiling eyes narrowed to a slit, and he had already forgotten the task of "saving Brother Xing" thousands of miles away.

Completely forgetting the indignant mood I felt before.

Xie Xinghe listened to the extremely harmonious conversation between the two, his sharp eyes were full of darkness, and he felt a little inexplicably unhappy in his heart.

He knew that if it hadn't been for family matters, she would definitely not have given up dancing, art exams, and... that friend who was engaged so easily.

She probably wouldn't come here, and they wouldn't have any interactions.

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On the way back, the two of them looked like they had when they first met, without saying a word.

The long moon is in the sky, the stars are shining brightly, and the street is like a calm river, winding in the shadow of two banyan trees.

Under the quiet moonlight, there were only the sounds of insects chirping, the rustle of leaves, and the footsteps of two people walking.

An Ning glanced sideways at Xie Xinghe, who was silent. He was a little confused. He was fine before, but now he was dragging him. He didn't even say anything.

After arriving home, the room was filled with boredom, just like her mood.

Seeing that the person was about to go back to the room, Aning walked up to him and broke the silence between the two of them first: "So you are not studying at your classmate's house, but working somewhere?"

The other person didn't speak or look at her.

Aning frowned, staring at the person with bright eyes, folding his hands on his chest, and leaning naturally against the edge of the door.

"Xie Xinghe, answer my question."

Xie Xinghe half-closed his eyes, and a bright white lamp fell on his thin eyelids. When he raised his eyes to look over, there was a dark light in his eyes, and he looked at her faintly: "So you want to keep it a secret for me?"

"?"

His change was so fast that Aning almost didn't react: "It's not impossible for me to keep it a secret, but at least you have to bribe me first."

Xie Xinghe's brown eyes stared at the girl who had just reached his shoulders, and a broken light fell in his eyes. Only he knew that this was not what he originally wanted to say.

"How to bribe?" Xie Xinghe raised his eyebrows slightly, curious.

Aning raised a beautiful brow, her thick black eyelashes were long and curled, her watery eyes reflected the handsome and upright figure of the young man, and her crimson lips opened and closed.

"It's very simple. From now on, your smart head must be used by me."

Xie Xinghe looked at her for a while, his stern eyebrows were blurred by light and shadow, and his tone was a little deep, with a slight magnetism: "Okay."

"Keep your word, otherwise you will be a puppy." The girl stared at him firmly, her tone full of threats.

Xie Xinghe half-closed his eyes and suddenly walked towards Aning. His slender figure stopped in front of her, immediately blocking most of the light.

"When do we start? Now? Or after the shower?"

As the young man approached, Aning could feel his aura surrounding her, with an irresistible sense of oppression, and her heart suddenly skipped a beat.

"First, first, take a shower."

With Xie Xinghe's words in mind, Aning took a shower and knocked on Xie Xinghe's door without even drying her hair.

While waiting for the door to open, Aning always felt that the conversation between the two people in front was strange.

As for what was wrong, she couldn't tell.

While she was thinking, the door in front of her was opened, and a damp heat rushed over her.

Aning took a closer look and saw that the boy seemed to have just taken a shower. The towel was casually placed around his neck. His short hair was half wet and half dry. The condensed water droplets on his temples rolled down to his delicate collarbones, exposing the muscles of his limbs. The texture is lush and beautiful.

His eyelids were very thin, and he had just taken a shower. His eyes were filled with moisture, and his eyelashes were also stained with water droplets. He looked particularly plump at this time.

It's a little less aloof, distant and rebellious than usual, but more innocent and obedient.

Aning walked into his room, and the water droplets from the end of her hair touched her skin through her pajamas. When the air-conditioned wind blew, a slight chill suddenly came to her heart. She shook her shoulders and shivered.

Xie Xinghe noticed this and immediately raised the temperature of the air conditioner. When he saw her long, wet hair, he frowned: "Are you trying to get a headache and not blow dry your hair?"

"I wanted to blow it, but there are too many hairs. It will take a long time to dry. I'm afraid you'll fall asleep." Aning raised her head to meet his gaze and pulled her hair with her hands. .

Without saying anything, Xie Xinghe took her to the bathroom, took out the hair dryer from the sink cabinet, and naturally helped her blow up her hair.

His movements were as skillful as Tony's in the store.

The girl's hair was thick and of good quality, as smooth and soft as black brocade, and his white fingertips were woven through the hair.

Listening to the buzzing sound of the hair dryer, Xie Xinghe was slightly stunned when he realized what he was doing.

The act of blow-drying her hair seemed to extend beyond their current relationship.

In the mirror with some water mist, Aning saw that she only reached the chin of the person behind her. From a certain angle, he seemed to be holding her in his arms.

Then she cast her eyes on the young man's face, looking at his focused look and gentle movements. She suddenly felt that her whole body was extremely hot, and her breathing was somewhat disordered.

Aning was a little confused now. She didn't know why Xie Xinghe helped her dry her hair, and she didn't know what he was thinking. He ignored her for a while and was very nice to her for a while.

The young man lowered his eyes, his white fingertips brushed through the tufts of hair, and the warm wind blew on them. He helped her tidy up her hair in an orderly manner.

The smell of the shampoo on her hair lingering on the tip of my nose is the nice smell of rosemary.

The two of them were so close that he seemed to be covered in rosemary.