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The Truth

30

After dinner, I washed the dishes in the kitchen and took a shower.

Oliver must have prepared everything here so that he could come to live at any time.

On the shelf of the bathroom, there were my favorite peach shampoo and orange shower gel. The quilt in the bedroom was soft and fluffy, feeling so comfortable.

When I came out of the bathroom, I was about to get into the quilt with my wet hair. However, Oliver pulled me out and said with a frown, "Dry your hair."

I chuckled, looked up at him, and said in a soft voice, "Can you help me dry it?"

Obviously, Oliver couldn't stand my coquetry.

I saw myself in his eyes in a flip-collar pajama top, revealing my collarbone and fair skin. The pajama top was wet by water and stuck to my chest.

The light in Oliver's eyes dimmed and he swallowed. Then he looked away and picked up the hair dryer beside him.