Cecilia Gu gripped the towel, grumbling to herself for a while, but in the end obediently dried Charles Yin’s hair.
Her fingers threaded through Charles Yin’s hair, surprisingly soft and smooth.
It was the first time Cecilia realized Charles Yin’s hair was so nice—totally on par with any shampoo commercial model!
The moment Cecilia’s fingers slid through Charles Yin’s hair, his long, slender fingers paused abruptly on the keyboard.
Charles Yin’s narrow eyes suddenly grew deep and intense...
Cecilia didn’t notice at all and kept using her fingers to tidy his messy short hair.
Suddenly, Charles Yin reached out and grabbed Cecilia’s fingers.
Cecilia was stunned. Didn’t he ask her to dry his hair?
Why did he...
Charles Yin’s voice was low and husky, inexplicably seductive: "Don’t move..."
I’m not moving...
Cecilia really wanted to say that, but with her palm held firmly in his, his warmth radiating through her fingers, she suddenly felt a bit dazed.
"I wasn’t..." Cecilia answered timidly.
"Just focus on drying." Charles Yin let go of her fingers at once.
Cecilia froze for a moment, then picked up the towel again and carefully continued drying his hair.
Charles Yin gently closed his eyes, hiding the trace of desire in them.
Once she was almost done, Cecilia put away the towel, planning to leave.
"Sit next to me," Charles Yin ordered without room for argument.
Now Cecilia really wanted to punch him!
What’s that supposed to mean?