Ruan Haoâs voice had a magnetic quality to it, and now it carried a hint of teasing, with an indescribable sexiness. Jiaojiaoâs face turned fiery red instantly as she mumbled evasively, "How would I know? Iâve never blow-dried his hair."
The guilty look was all too obvious.
Ruan Hao didnât expose her.
Boys generally have shorter hair, so Jiaojiao finished blow-drying in just a few minutes. After wrapping up the hair dryerâs cord, she bent down to put on her shoes. Just as she straightened up, she saw Ruan Hao suddenly open his arms toward her.
Jiaojiao looked at him, puzzled.
"Does our little Princess want a hug?" he asked, his eyes full of indulgence.
Jiaojiao froze, and before she could react, she was already embraced by Ruan Hao.
Ruan Hao had just taken a shower, and as he usually didnât like to wear cologne, his body only had the scent of freshly used shower gel. Jiaojiaoâs face leaned against his soft wool sweater, catching the light scent of shower gel, and she could hear the strong and steady beating of his heart from his chest, providing an unprecedented sense of peace.
Unconsciously, Jiaojiao extended her hand, wrapping it around his waist, and snuggled against his chest with attachment.
Ruan Hao also placed his hand on her shoulder, enveloping her completely in his arms, and softly asked, "Do you remember what I said last time during the engagement?"
Jiaojiao nodded.
"You have nine older brothers above you. No matter what happens, you donât need to step up. You just need to focus on growing up happily, and your brothers will handle everything else."
Jiaojiao couldnât help but tear up in his embrace.
Ruan Hao gently stroked her hair. After noticing she remained motionless for a while, he said, "Itâs late now, go to bed early. Everything will be fine when you wake up tomorrow."
"Mhm." Jiaojiao nodded vigorously but was reluctant to leave his embrace. Ruan Hao chuckled, his entire chest vibrating as he teased, "Still want to act a bit spoiled, huh? Should I sing a lullaby to put you to sleep?"
"..." Jiaojiao immediately blushed and let go of him, taking her hair dryer and running out.
Strangely enough, Jiaojiao had a rare good sleep that night. The next day when she woke up, she saw Ruan Feng already having breakfast downstairs. Her eyes lit up as she ran over and asked, "Brother Feng, you drank so much last night, does your head hurt today?"
Ruan Feng shook his head, looking at her with apologetic eyes.
With the intention to please him, Jiaojiao noticed his bowl was empty and immediately wanted to help serve some porridge.
Watching the sister who had been pampered and doted on by his brothers since childhood now taking care of him and trying to please him, Ruan Feng felt an indescribable ache in his heart.
Seeing her place the bowl in front of him and urging him to drink, he couldnât help but grab her small hand that was about to retract.
"Jiaojiao, Iâm sorry," he said.
Jiaojiao paused, lifting her eyes to look at him.
"Yesterday, it was my mistake. Iâm sorry."
Jiaojiao quickly shook her head, "Itâs okay, itâs okay." She was extremely happy, pointing to the side where Rou Rou was already circling around the Ruanlin family and said, "We already punished Rou Rou last night. It wonât do that again, right? Aunty didnât get hurt, right?"
Ruan Feng shook his head.
Yesterday, he had been visually overwhelmed, causing his overreaction. Upon reflection, Rou Rou had grown up with the Ruanlin family since young. It would never have attacked anyone unless his mother had overstepped her boundaries.