Ou Mo rubbed her freshly washed damp hair, taking a clean towel from the cabinet and tossed it to her, "Dry your hair, it's easy to catch a cold when it's wet. I'll go warm up some milk for you."
The towel landed perfectly on her upturned little face, covering her delicate features.
By the time she pulled the towel off, her lips were already pouting high, and Ou Zun was no longer nearby; he was in the kitchen warming the milk.
Having not seen her acting coy, she reluctantly retracted her pout and obediently wiped her wet hair dry.
Being coy and cute, one needs to be seen in person for it to work.
Who are you being coy for if not present?
Ou Zun placed the milk into the microwave to heat it up. Before, he would never use kitchen appliances like this, but ever since being with Mù Qiānxún, he learned to operate the simple ones.
It was really simple, just a glance at the manual and all is clear.
It's just that the first few times were not done smoothly.
