The tips of his fingers pulled through her hair, letting the hot air blow through it.

Sheng Jiaoyang felt so comfortable she almost fell asleep.

“Zhining, you’re even better at this than a hairdresser.” Sheng Jiaoyang couldn’t help but praise. A hairdresser’s methods wouldn’t be nearly as gentle as this, and on top of that the hairdresser wouldn’t care if the hot air hurt their scalps.

“So you’re saying that I can go be a professional hair-dryer of a hair salon?”

Sheng Jiaoyang snickered, “I didn’t say such a thing.”

“Especially since Boss Shen has so many businesses under his name, where would he find the ease and time to be a hairdresser,” she continued.

Shen Zhining bent down, moved close to her ear and murmured, “I can become your special hairdresser, only doling out my services to you.”

When he spoke, his warm breath brushed past her ears and Sheng Jiaoyang’s heart trembled. She felt as if there was a numbness coming from her ears to every other part of her body.

She turned around to look at him. “Zhining, you’ve changed so much, you wouldn’t have said such words if it were in the past.”

“Do you like how I am now, or before?” Shen Zhining asked.

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