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When An Xiaojing woke up, he saw that he was still sitting in the car, but Yan Wujing in the driver's seat had gone somewhere.

He sat up straight and straightened his back.Suddenly, he felt that there was an extra coat on his body. Looking down, he found that this coat was very familiar, like the one Yan Wujing was wearing today.

An Xiaojing grabbed his coat and looked around, trying to find Yan Wujing.

"What about people?"

There was a faint scent on the jacket, which was unique to Yan Wujing, and also had a special scent that reassured An Xiaojing.

He opened the car door and got out of the car, looked around, and found that Yan Wujing was leaning against the rear door and smoking a cigarette.

When Yan Wujing saw An Xiaojing get off the car, he immediately threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, not forgetting to crush the red light on the cigarette butt with the sole of his shoe.

"woke up?"

Yan Wujing smiled and walked to An Xiaojing's side, stroking An Xiaojing's cheek naturally.

Maybe it's because he has been with Yan Wujing for a long time, but An Xiaojing doesn't feel disgusted, instead he can smile and say to Yan Wujing, "Why didn't you wake me up? How long have you been outside the car?"

"Not long ago, I know you don't like the smell of cigarettes, so I got out of the car for a cigarette, just a few minutes ago, not long ago."

"Well, let's go in, it's cold outside."

"it is good."

Yan Wujing picked up his coat from the car seat and put it on An Xiaojing's shoulders again.

An Xiaojing glanced down at the hands on his shoulders, and said helplessly, "It's not too cold for me at this distance, it's fine."

"Better pay attention."

"What about you? Wearing such a thin shirt, are you not afraid of catching a cold?"

"I work out regularly, don't worry about me."

"I also exercise regularly."

"Xiao Jing, do you want to continue arguing with me on this topic?"

An Xiaojing is not that boring, he doesn't want to argue with anyone on such a trivial matter, it's too childish.

Back in the bedroom, Yan Wujing looked around An Xiaojing's bedroom, and said with some reluctance: "Xiaojing, can you sleep with me tonight? I'm a little afraid of the dark, and I'm also a little afraid of sleeping alone. I will have nightmares when I sleep with you, but every time I sleep with you, I feel much more at ease than usual."

An Xiaojing stood on the spot and thought about it. He tried hard to convince himself that it was not the first time, the two big men were fine, and besides, Yan Wujing was so many years younger than him, so he should take care of the little kid.

"Then you go take a shower first, I don't like the smell."

"it is good."

……

Yan Wujing came out of the bathroom after taking a shower. He simply wrapped a bath towel around him. The eight-pack of firm abdominal muscles were perfectly displayed in front of An Xiaojing. And fell, and finally hid in the bath towel.

Yan Wujing wiped his hair with a clean towel and walked towards An Xiaojing's side. He said softly, "Xiaojing, can you blow-dry my hair? I don't feel good doing it myself."

"it is good."

An Xiaojing put down his phone, stood up and followed Yan Wujing to the bathroom.

The hair dryer was hanging next to the mirror, and An Xiaojing picked up the hair dryer and asked Yan Wujing to squat down, because Yan Wujing was too tall, and he couldn't blow his hair unless he squatted down.

Originally, An Xiaojing thought that blowing Yan Wujing's hair would be a very simple matter, but for some reason, when he was blowing the hair on top of Yan Wujing's head, Yan Wujing's lips just touched...

This made An Xiaojing feel a little strange.

After a while, An Xiaojing's face turned red, and she wished she could get out of here quickly.

"Then what... my hair is almost blown, I'm going to rest first."

An Xiaojing hung the hair dryer back to its original position, and just turned around to leave the bathroom, but unexpectedly Yan Wujing hugged him from behind.

"Xiao Jing, do you hate me? I'm sorry, I shouldn't ask you to blow my hair. This is what a nanny does. I asked you to do such a thing. Do you think I treat you as a nanny? So Are you angry with me now?"

An Xiaojing was a little confused, he didn't know what he did to make Yan Wujing have such a misunderstanding.

"No, I don't hate you. Don't get me wrong. I just blow my hair. How can I be so stingy? I can get angry just by blowing my hair."

"Then why did you turn around and leave?"

"I……"

An Xiaojing looked down, he couldn't tell Yan Wujing the truth, could he?

Does he still have face?