C422 Men's Privacy

Bai Xichao patted the sofa beside him.

Smiling, she approached him and sat down in front of him.

He raised his head and smiled at him, "Are you going to help me blow-dry my hair?"

"I want to give it a try …"

The sound of a blow-dryer sounded out, and warm wind poured out from the blowpipe. It brushed past his clean white palm, and then, it fell onto her hair …

A soft, warm