Chapter 438: Chapter 438

The hair on her head had just been washed, and she didn’t dry it with a blow dryer in the bathroom. After all, it was still early and she wasn’t ready to sleep right away. Using the hair dryer too much could easily lead to split ends or even hair loss, so unless it was really late, she generally let her long hair dry naturally.

Her hair quality is very good, partly because from childhood to adulthood she had never dyed nor permed her hair. Occasionally, she even went to get hair treatments periodically, so not only was her hair quality great, it was also black and long.

Lu Jingchen once mentioned that he also really liked her long hair, especially during intimate moments in bed, enjoying the sensation of sliding his fingers through her hair and watching it fall on the pillow.

She reached for the towel next to her to dry her hair, casually opening the voice message from Ning Wan.

Immediately, a girl’s gentle and pleasant voice came from the phone, "Qiaoqiao, I feel like I almost can’t resist the urge to grab a brick and smash that guy into an idiot."

Song Qiao was startled, thinking she had heard wrong, and listened again, confirming it was indeed from Ning Wan.

Picking up the phone and bringing it to her mouth, her voice carried a hint of concern, "What happened? Did Xi Mohan bully you?"

Then she released the hand pressing the phone, watching the voice message send successfully, and sat cross-legged on the bed, continuing to dry her hair.

Seconds later, Ning Wan sent another voice message, "I don’t know what got into that man tonight, we had planned to eat from one place for supper, I went and bought it for him, then he decided he wanted from another place, I went and got that, and then he suddenly didn’t want it anymore, he wanted cake, and it had to be from our favorite cake shop..."

As soon as Song Qiao finished listening, Ning Wan sent another voice message, "I just went and bought him the cake, and after a bite, he found it too sweet and didn’t want to eat, asking me to buy him the usual supper again, I’m not only thinking about smashing the cake on his face but also just smashing him to death with a brick."

Hearing Ning Wan’s words, Song Qiao couldn’t help but twitch her lips, hesitated for a bit but still sent a few words, "Calm down, calm down, if you kill him, it’s punishable by law."

Under normal circumstances, Xi Mohan shouldn’t be such an unreasonable person; after all, ’unreasonable’ didn’t have the slightest association with him.

But hearing Wanwan’s voice, that seemingly uncontrollable fury was enough to prove Xi Mohan had indeed gone too far today.

Shortly after, Ning Wan sent another voice message, apparently feeling much better after talking to her, saying they’d talk tomorrow, as she had to go buy supper for Xi Mohan and then head home to sleep.

After sending a message cautioning her to be careful on her way, Song Qiao tossed her phone aside, continuing with her hair-drying, though at this moment, her eyebrows were tightly furrowed.

When Lu Jingchen returned to the bedroom, Song Qiao was sitting cross-legged on the bed deep in thought. Upon opening the bedroom door, he saw her thoughtful little face, her long hair still damp but not dripping.

His heart immediately filled with warmth and softness, shutting the room door behind him and striding over to her. He then stretched out his sturdy arm, pulling her into his embrace, his other hand circling her waist, lifting her chin, and planting a kiss.

It wasn’t a long kiss before he released her lips, his fingers playing with her still damp hair, and his voice, slightly husky, asked, "What are you thinking about so absorbedly?"

Smelling the faint scent of cigarettes on him, Song Qiao retorted instead of answering, "You’ve been smoking again?"

"Hmm, I smoked two," he confessed without hiding it, and kissed her face again, voice deep, "Don’t like it?"

"I don’t like it, are you going to give it up for me?"

"I will, but it’s difficult, it will take some time, and I can’t guarantee I’ll succeed," he said firmly, eyes locked on her, forehead against hers, continuing, "After all, it’s really hard for someone with years of addiction to truly quit smoking." For original chapters go to novel{f}ire.net