After being killed by the author who wrote fanfiction [Korean Entertainment]

He scratched his already fluffy hair in some confusion, always felt that the picture in front of him felt a certain sense of disobedience, after all, to him, that face represented Lu Yuxiao, a former high school classmate, but in fact he was now I couldn't think of her as her, and the sense of confusion gradually became more and more serious.

He never thought that Lu Yuxiao would be at his house.

The female classmate who was a bit introverted didn't like talking to people very much, and she would blush every time she talked to him. After confessing to him, she never talked to him again. He knew that the other party avoided him deliberately because of embarrassment.

The amazing thing is that although she has become someone who likes him, in fact, she doesn't like him.

Noticing Bian Boxian's overly sizing eyes, Jian Wuyu turned his sore neck, raised his eyes to look at him, and frowned slightly: "What's wrong?"

"Ah..." Bian Boxian was taken aback for a moment, leaning against the bathroom door in a serious manner, and asked Jian Wuyu solemnly, "I just wanted to say, do you want to come together?"

Jian Wuyu frowned and watched the man with crooked smiling eyes extend an invitation to her, feeling that the man must have lost his mind, sighed slightly, and replied blankly: "No, thank you."

"Oh," he said with an innocent face, "don't think too much, I'm just afraid you won't know if I pass out in the bathroom."

Jian Wuyu felt that it would not work to reason with an insane patient, so he said in an almost coaxing tone: "I will know, go and wash."

"Oh."

Bian Baekhyun supported the door frame, bent his eyes and smiled obediently at her.

The bathroom door was closed and locked.

In the silent night, the sound of splashing water was very clear, and Jian Wuyu could easily distinguish the sound of water droplets falling on the body and stopping for a short time as well as being obstructed.

"Click."

Hearing the sound of the bathroom door again, and the "click" sound of the water-soaked slippers approaching, Jian Wuyu didn't raise his head, and beckoned, "Come here and put on the antipyretic patch."

A few seconds later, the sofa beside her sank, and a large amount of hot and humid air rushed over, surrounding her, with the scent of shower gel left after just taking a shower.

The body temperature and smell of the person next to him were not aggressive, as rich as overcooked sweet milk.

"Are you laughing?" the man asked in a hoarse voice.

Jian Wuyu had just noticed the corners of her lips curled up, so she couldn't say what she was laughing at—the scene at this moment reminded Jian Wuyu of a big golden retriever she had raised before, and it would jump when she waved her hand. When I got on the sofa and leaned over, it was so warm.

"Think of something."

She lowered her eyebrows, closed her eyes to get rid of the invasion of memories, and looked up at Bian Baekhyun, who was wearing a loose black pajamas with one leg crossed, and was wiping her wet hair with a towel. The drops of water dripping from the tip of the hair were stained on the cheeks, and the clean eyebrows and eyes were soft after washing.

Seeing her looking at him, Baekhyun raised his eyebrows: "Are you thinking of me?"

"Why don't you blow your hair?" Jian Wuyu ignored his flirting and frowned slightly, "You still have a fever."

"Ah," Bian Baekhyun stroked his wet bangs to reveal his white forehead, looked at her innocently with drooping eyes, and said in a natural tone, "I like this."

He stared at Jian Wuyu's frown, and suddenly narrowed his eyes and tilted his head and smiled: "You don't like it?"

As if he had been prepared for a long time, he took out a small white hair dryer from nowhere and presented it to Jian Wuyu, smiling slyly: "Then help me blow it."

Jian Wuyu didn't expect such a move, and pressed his fingertips on the phone screen, looking at him wordlessly.

Bian Boxian plugged in the socket, straightened the wires, and put the handle of the hair dryer into Jian Wuyu's hands, his voice rose slightly: "Hurry up, I'm still running a fever."

You know it.Jian Wuyu complained.

Naturally, she would not let Baekhyun just sleep with wet hair like this, she pulled the switch and tried the temperature and wind power of different gears first, and then adjusted to a suitable gear.

"Come here." She waved to Bian Baekhyun.

Bian Baekhyun quickly moved over, stood up again, and sat down on the floor covered with blankets under Jane Wuyu's puzzled gaze. He leaned comfortably against the sofa, with his wet hair next to her knees.

"Will this be more convenient?" When he said this, he turned his head and stared at Jian Wuyu with bright eyes, like a child who wanted to reward him.

Jane Wuyu looked down at him, looking down from her angle, he opened the two buttons of his pajamas, the material was loose, and he could see the collarbone, bust line, and lines hidden in the darkness unintentionally.

She looked away calmly, and said softly, "Turn around."

After he sat down obediently, she looked at the back of his round head and the back of his shiny white neck, and replied: "Yes."

Said to be a cold and heartless man, but also like a child who just wanted to be pampered.

Jian Wuyu really can't see through Bian Boxian now.

She gently inserted Baekhyun's hair with her fingertips, massaged his scalp skillfully, and dried his hair with a hair dryer. He didn't speak, and neither did she.

Strange touches, intimate movements, all these are ambiguous hints.

The lights are bright, and the living room is filled with the humming sound of the hair dryer, making life a bit warmer.

"I thought you would refuse." After playing for about 10 minutes, Bian Boxian spoke suddenly, because his back was facing Jian Wuyu, so she didn't know what his expression was.

"Why?" She carefully combed his curled hair and asked.

"Because you have been against me since the first time we met," Bian Baekhyun rolled his voice on the tip of his tongue a few times before uttering it, "I can see that you don't like me."

The sound of the hair dryer was a bit loud, and Bian Boxian's voice was very soft. Under the cover of the noise, Jian Wuyu couldn't hear what he said clearly.

His hair was blown fluffy like a puppy's fur, smooth and lush, very comfortable to the touch, Jian Wuyu couldn't help stroking a few times while blowing his hair, and then he was grabbed by Bian Baekhyun wrist.

"Do you like me?"

He looked up at her, his eyes were clear under the light, and he could see the dark pupils clearly. The whirring sound of the hair dryer was still ringing, but it seemed to be wiped away by an eraser, leaving only the feeling of dry and warm air brushing against his wrist.

He raised his head, his cheeks were very small and white, the bridge of his nose was smooth, his lips were thin and soft, showing a kind of cotton candy pink.

Jian Wuyu turned off the hair dryer, bent down and pressed her body close to him, perhaps only as close as the tip of her nose to the tip of her nose, she stopped in a measured manner, stretched out her hand to support her chin, and the corners of her eyes slightly curled up. She didn't smile as usual, but told him seriously: "Don't look at me like that, I will want to kiss you."

Bian Boxian was stunned for more than ten seconds, his pupils gradually contracted, and then enlarged, until Jian Wuyu slowly straightened up to retract the cord of the hair dryer, he was barely able to react, and was speechless for a moment.

"Come here, and put on the antipyretic patch for you." Jian Wuyu tore off the antipyretic patch. She didn't take Bian Boxian's words to heart, but just confronted him when she saw Meng Lang talking non-stop. When it comes to flirting and teasing, she will never be at a disadvantage.

The bangs on the forehead were carefully stroked, and the coolness was attached to it, making Bian Boxian in a trance for a moment.

"Go to bed early." Jian Wuyu stood up after posting, and said casually.

Sitting on the carpet, Bian Baekhyun reached out to touch the flat antipyretic patch on his forehead, laughed for a moment, then slowly clenched his teeth and ground them.

"You sleep in the room next to me," he also stood up and said, "I'll find you some pajamas later."

"Don't worry, I'll just sleep in the living room," Jian Wuyu stopped in front of the bathroom door, and replied without thinking, "I'll go home early tomorrow morning to wash up."

She closed the door.

Bian Baekhyun was silent for a while, licking his lips habitually, he always felt that he was acting too weak, which made him, the owner of the house, seem to lose the majesty he should have.

Jian Wuyu didn't take a bath at Bian Boxian's house, she just washed her face with clean water, and seeing Bian Boxian's bedroom door was ajar, she knocked on the door politely, and waited until Bian Boxian said "Come in ", just walked in.

Bian Baekhyun sat on the bed and looked at his mobile phone, half of his face was brightly illuminated by the light, his body was covered in general with a quilt, and he didn't look like he was going to sleep well.

Naturally, she couldn't care about Bian Boxian's work and rest, and just said: "Good night."

Bian Baekhyun raised his eyelids and glanced at her, then nodded casually, his eyes seemed to be glued to the phone and could not be put back.

Jian Wuyu closed the door.

She has already applied antipyretic patches on him, dried his hair, and advised him to go to bed early, and the temperature of the air conditioner in the house is just right, so how he sleeps and how late he sleeps is not within her jurisdiction.

When the door was closed, Bian Boxian slowly raised his eyes. On the phone was the chat interface he had called up at will, and he knocked for a long time without sending any message.

He lay back on the soft bedding and covered his eyes with his hands.

Except for the promise, this person has no extra friendship with him.

【6:50】

Because of the fever, Baekhyun fell into a deep sleep. When the alarm clock woke him up, he hesitated to get up from the bed, but suddenly remembered something, and before the alarm clock could be turned off, he bounced off the bed and walked barefoot out.

There was no one in the room, the suit jacket on the sofa disappeared without a trace, and he didn't even hear the sound of the door closing.

He touched his forehead, he still felt a little dizzy and had a headache after having a fever, his hand stopped suddenly - the antipyretic patch on his forehead had been removed, he had no idea when she entered his room and did it this matter.

Everything in the room is arranged as it was, and Baekhyun can imagine her delicate movements when she meticulously puts the objects back one by one.

It is silent when it comes, and it is quiet when it goes.

So suddenly, it's as if that person never existed