His voice was deep and husky, thick with desire.
Xiyan shuddered, feeling as though just being stared at by him like this stripped her bare, leaving her completely exposed from head to toe.
"I… I don't have pajamas to change into," she stammered awkwardly.
Seeing her standing there motionless, Ou Jue rose smoothly and walked toward her. "You don't need to," he said.
With that, he scooped her up effortlessly and placed her on the bed. "After all—everything will be taken off soon enough."
Ahhhhh.
Xiyan's cheeks flushed crimson in an instant. She lowered her head, extending her small hands in embarrassment to try to cover his mouth. "Stop talking."
Hearing such blunt words coming from someone who was a cold and unattainable god in the eyes of countless admirers—this was fatal, irresistible charm.
But Ou Jue remained unfazed. Instead, he casually picked up the hair dryer and began drying Xiyan's hair.
