[MTL]After Marrying The Wrong Person, I Can't Leave

Ch 44

　　Song Linchu stretched out his hand. On the back of his hand, there was indeed a spot scalded by splashing oil, a small piece of red, and two small blisters formed.

　　Tan Yue left the kitchen to answer an important email after peeling the garlic at noon today, so he didn't know about it at all. He saw obvious burns on the back of the young man's white hand.

　　"..."

　　Anyone who has been burned knows that as long as the scalded area comes into contact with a heat source, it will be hot and painful.

　　No matter how stupid Tan Yue is, it is impossible to refuse someone in this situation.

　　He plugged in the hair dryer and said in a low voice, "Sit over here."

　　Song Linchu moved in his direction and said happily, "Thank you brother."

　　My brother just wanted to go to the bathroom to calm down.

　　As a pampered young master since he was a child, Tan Yue has never done anything to serve others. Fortunately, blowing hair does not have any technical content, and he blows his hair every day, which is very simple.

　　Tan Yue tried his best to ignore the more beautiful and open spring scenery from top to bottom, and helped him dry his hair expressionlessly.

　　But a certain person is always restless, moving once in a while, and then again, that piece of spring is like an inescapable shadow, always swaying under the eyelids...

　　Mr. Tan ushered in a more exciting psychological game than on the negotiating table, and he hardly knew how to dry someone's hair.

　　Song Linchu's hair was thick and soft, and after drying, it was even softer and fluffier. It was so fluffy that it made people want to snore.

　　President Tan curled up his fingers, resisting the urge.

　　"Okay." Tan Yue said after turning off the hair dryer.

　　Song Linchu plucked his dry hair. He was satisfied with the old man's service, and said happily, "Thank you brother."

　　"I'm going to take a shower."

　　Tan Yue said, without waiting for someone to be a monster, he hurried into the bathroom with a bathrobe and a hair dryer.

　　If one looked at Tan Yue's expression, one would definitely not be able to tell that there was anything wrong with this person at the moment, and one would even think that his cold face might have been scorched to the eyes as he said before.

　　However, the old man went along.

　　Song Linchu watched the old man almost run away into the bathroom, lay down on the bed, beat the quilt and laughed.

　　Originally, Song Linchu's plan was to strike while the iron was hot, and make another wave to break through the old man's defense line in one fell swoop, but the old man didn't come out after taking a bath for half an hour.

　　If he didn't know that he couldn't do it, Song Linchu would have doubted what he was doing inside.

　　Song Linchu changed into his pajamas and lay on the bed.

　　Because I was dragged to play games by those in the dormitory last night, I didn't go to bed until after two o'clock in the evening. I just finished taking a shower, lying on the soft bed, stretched out all over my body, really seductive to sleepy people.

　　Song Linchu waited and fell asleep on the bed, not even hearing Tan Yue take a shower.

　　Tan Yue came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, and he was relieved to see the sleeping face of the young man half buried in the quilt.