My Dragon Baby and Billionaire Husband
Chapter 65 Mo Yinhe: Let’s Have a Good Chat Tonight 2

Chapter 65: Chapter 65 Mo Yinhe: Let’s Have a Good Chat Tonight 2

Si Mingjing had taken a bath. Wrapped in a bath towel and holding a wireless hairdryer, she dried her wet hair as she stepped out of the bathroom, still pondering the question.

Looking up, she suddenly saw a tall, slender man. He had already taken off his iron-gray coat and was wearing a casual white cashmere sweater, sitting at the head of her bed.

Si Mingjing’s steps halted, her soul nearly leaping out in fright.

"Mr. Mo, why are you in my bedroom in the middle of the night?" Si Mingjing quickly composed herself, deciding to deny everything, even to death!

If this man knew she had kissed the wrong person, wouldn’t he slit her throat to silence her?

He looked like someone not to be trifled with!

His simple sitting posture alone exuded an immense sense of oppression. With his long legs and graceful posture, his entire being radiated a powerful aura, clearly marking him as superior and inviolable.

Si Mingjing gripped the wireless hairdryer tightly.

Seeing Mo Yinhe remain silent, her throat tightened. Just as she was about to say more, the man suddenly stood up and walked towards her.

Si Mingjing stumbled backward repeatedly until her calves hit a beanbag chair in the bedroom. With nowhere left to retreat, she tilted her head up and feigned composure, "Mr. Mo, please calm down!"

Mo Yinhe directly took the wireless hairdryer from her hand. Pressing a palm on her slender shoulder, he pushed her down onto the beanbag chair. Before she could get up, his long, dry fingers lifted her damp hair. The next second, he aimed the wireless hairdryer at her wet hair and actually began to...

Si Mingjing froze for a moment, then looked up.

Why was this man blow-drying her hair?

Mo Yinhe looked down, catching the confusion in her eyes.

That gaze was too unfamiliar, so unlike his baby. But her scent was unmistakable.

What exactly was going on?

Her appearance had also changed.

She used to have phoenix eyes; now they were peach blossom eyes. However, her eyelashes were still like feathers—long and curled.

Her features were delicate and beautiful, yet no trace of her former self could be found. She had completely transformed.

If he didn’t remember the scent of her hormones, he wouldn’t dare connect her with his baby.

Could this be her?

Mo Yinhe wasn’t 100% sure.

For now, it was just a guess.

"Um, Mr. Mo, I can do it myself."

Si Mingjing awkwardly snatched back the wireless hairdryer.

The man stood so close, drying her hair for her, his every move filled with doting affection.

Si Mingjing felt quite uncomfortable.

The atmosphere seemed a bit ambiguous...

What was this man up to?

"Don’t move!" Mo Yinhe snatched the wireless hairdryer back again.

He stood tall and imposing before her, expertly blow-drying her hair. The orange lamplight shone on his sturdy, straight back, casting an alluring shadow across her face. The air itself seemed to grow hotter because of this shadow...

How could Si Mingjing possibly stay still?

She ducked under his arm and slipped away.

She took two steps back, then turned to find a coat in the wardrobe. She draped it over herself, not forgetting to button it up.

After wrapping herself up tightly, Si Mingjing said with a stern face, "Mr. Mo, don’t you think barging into a young woman’s bedroom in the middle of the night is rather inappropriate? Do all you men from Earth lack such basic propriety?"

Mo Yinhe raised an eyebrow and chuckled softly, as if he’d heard a joke. "Mingjing, you can run into my bedroom and crawl into my bed, and that’s fine. But if I come into your bedroom, it’s ’lacking propriety’? What kind of logic is that?"

"I don’t know what you’re talking about!"

Si Mingjing’s eyes darted around guiltily; she didn’t dare to meet his gaze.

"Not admitting it?"

Mo Yinhe stepped towards her, grabbed her arm, and pulled her back to the beanbag chair, pressing her down to sit.

"It’s alright. Let’s get your hair dry first. Once it’s dry, we can talk slowly. After all, the night is long, and we have plenty of time."