My Dragon Baby and Billionaire Husband
Chapter 68 Mo Yinhe: Zhanlong Fragrance, the cure for your number 3

Chapter 68: Chapter 68 Mo Yinhe: Zhanlong Fragrance, the cure for your number 3

From her face, he could not detect a trace of falsehood.

What she said might be true.

He was annoyed, not wanting to look at this unfamiliar face. Gazing at it made him feel the guilt of infidelity.

He had his own way of judging. In just fifteen minutes, if she was his baby, she would reveal her true form.Then, her true identity would be crystal clear.

Mo Yinhe wasn’t in a hurry. He could wait. He didn’t want to talk to her right now; every word was grating.

Mo Yinhe focused on drying Si Mingjing’s hair. He was quite skilled at it; with a few casual tousles, he easily gave her hair a voluminous look.

Moreover, it became even smoother and wasn’t coarse at all. It slipped through his fingers like silk, a sensation he found irresistible.

Si Mingjing still didn’t realize what the man was plotting.

Si Mingjing’s lips curved slightly. "Mr. Mo, you must have often dried Xiaobai’s mother’s hair in the past, right? Your technique is quite good. I suppose I’m benefiting from Xiaobai’s mother’s good fortune. Thanks."

Mo Yinhe’s voice was very low. "She detested having her hair dried. Every time after a shower, she’d pester me to do it, and if I didn’t, she wouldn’t let it go."

Anyone hearing those words would think they came from someone deeply cherished, confident in their beloved’s affection.

It sounded infinitely tender and was enough to make anyone envious.

Si Mingjing spoke cautiously, "Xiaobai’s mother is truly so fortunate."

Mo Yinhe didn’t respond. He only showed her his cold back as he stepped into the bathroom to return the hairdryer to its dedicated shelf.

When he returned, there were a few drops of hair oil in his dry palm, which he casually worked into her roots.

Only then did he consider the task complete.

Once her hair was dry, Si Mingjing immediately stood up. She offered the beanbag chair to Mo Yinhe and proactively poured him a glass of water, handing it to him, "Mr. Mo, have you figured out how to resolve this?"

Mo Yinhe took the glass and sat down, his slender fingers twirling the cup. He lifted his wrist, glanced at the time, and said with complete composure, "No rush."

Si Mingjing was grumbling inwardly. You might not be in a hurry, but I am! It’s the middle of the night, and you, a man, are in my bedroom! You might not find it awkward, but I certainly do!

And was it because I drank too much at the banquet? I feel a bit tipsy. Did I drink too much? Is the alcohol only hitting me now?

"What’s wrong? Feeling unwell?" Mo Yinhe propped his chin on his hand, watching her.

Si Mingjing pursed her lips and didn’t answer. She just walked toward the bed, intending to sit down, but her steps felt as if she were treading on clouds—weak and unsteady.

Si Mingjing exclaimed in surprise. Is my alcohol tolerance this poor?

At tonight’s family recognition banquet, I only had one glass of red wine at most. No, that’s not right...

Si Mingjing pressed her temples. This tipsy sensation came with a floating, euphoric feeling, as if every capillary were soaking in a hot spring. It was completely different from the light-headedness of being drunk.

Startled and incredulous, Si Mingjing stared at the man lounging on the beanbag chair, "Mo Yinhe, did you poison me with your perfume?"

Mo Yinhe: "..."

Si Mingjing panicked. She had rarely been in such a predicament. With feeble steps, she tried to flee toward the door.

Mo Yinhe watched her stagger, desperately trying to escape. She looked like she was about to fall, and the scene resembled something from a forced seduction drama. Even the most stoic man couldn’t help but feel exasperated.

If he wanted to take advantage of her, would he need to resort to something as troublesome as poison? She was seriously underestimating him! He only wanted to further confirm if she was truly his baby. The results would be clear soon.