The real daughter is also trying to spend money to get rich today (MTL)

Chapter 47

Chapter 47·

    It was the first time for Ji Baiming to blow his hair, and the half-wet hair between his fingers was cool and soft.

    His gestures were a little jerky, so he could only try to use light force to avoid pulling her scalp.

    Tang Qian sat stiffly, still in tension with her heart pounding wildly.

    The touch of the other person's fingertips lightly rubbing her hair makes her blushing and heart-warming right now.

    And when he accidentally kissed him earlier, he could not change his face, and he could still make fun of him.

    When did the change happen?

    She began to think back to the first time they met, each time the two got along, and the countless conversations across the screen.

    Then I found that in the past six months, he had penetrated into her life so unknowingly, little by little.

    In addition to Ni Yue, who always sticks together, Ji Baiming is the person she interacts with the most.

    Tang Qian searched for clues in her memories, as if she was thinking about the math Olympiad problem seriously.

    After turning off the hair dryer, Ji Baiming found that Tang Qian was still sitting upright, as well-behaved as a child in class.

    The distance between the two of them was a little close, and the blow-dried hair was black and smooth, and the faint shampoo smell could be smelled.

    Ji Baiming lowered his eyes, stared at her, and looked carefully.

    The already good-looking girl is even more beautiful, her slapped face with tight contours is whiter and more delicate than before, with thick and long eyelashes, rosy lips, and a straight collarbone under her slender neck, just a wisp of drooping The hair falls in the neck fossa, and the contrasting color is clear.

    His throat was slightly weak, and Ji Baiming felt a little hot for some reason.

    He was about to straighten up and pull the distance away, but the little bamboo pole, who had not been quiet for a while, seemed to suddenly wake up, she turned her head, and her clear eyes collided.

    The distance is closer than before, the shallow breath blends together, and the atmosphere becomes even hotter.

    After a few seconds of stalemate, it was impossible for Ji Baiming to open up the distance.

    He even leaned forward a little further, so close that he could clearly see the tiny fluff on her face.

    Something was constantly catalyzing, and one hand reached forward and wrapped it around her waist, while the other raised it to touch her cheek.

    Just as the kiss was about to fall, there were scattered footsteps outside, mixed with the words of Uncle Wu and Aunt Wu, followed by a creaking sound of the door being pushed.

    Almost at the moment when the door was pushed open, the small bamboo pole that was half-held in his arms, suddenly panicked like a rabbit, bounced up in a flash, rushed into the room like a gust of wind, and hid without a shadow.

    Ji Baiming didn't expect it, and he couldn't help but feel amused when he looked at the arms that were already empty.

    Tang Qian leaned her back against the door, her heart was still pounding in her chest, she tapped for a few breaths, wiped off the sweat that didn't exist, walked to the bed, and shoved her head into the quilt.