Chapter 382: Childhood Friends Must Be Cultivated from a Young Age (65)

An Ziyu’s eyes held a hint of amusement as he softly said, “Luoluo, don’t be scared, I won’t touch you.”

As he spoke, he gently pried her fingers off the door and then locked it behind them.

With a click, Shen Mubai’s nerves tightened, and she quickly moved to the other side of the room, saying warily, “My parents are waiting for me to come home.”

An Ziyu’s delicate face softened into a gentle smile.

“I’ve already called your parents and told them that you’ll be staying out tonight, so they don’t need to worry.”

Although Shen Mubai wasn’t sure what he had said to convince them, given that Xiao Xueqing and the others had agreed, the lie must have been flawless.

She couldn’t help but secretly groan in her heart— Damn, it seems like she can’t escape tonight.

An Ziyu noticed her wariness and smiled, saying, “Luoluo, I just want us to spend some quiet time together, just the two of us.”

Thinking about how he had refused the landlady’s offer earlier and seeing the sincerity in his eyes, Shen Mubai finally felt less resistant.

Sensing her lowered guard, An Ziyu smiled and said, “Go take a shower.”

Shen Mubai shot him a glare.

An Ziyu sighed with a hint of exasperation, “We’ve been out all day. Don’t you want to clean up?” He smiled playfully, “But even if you don’t, I won’t mind.”

Shen Mubai’s face flushed slightly with embarrassment, and she mumbled, “But I don’t have any clothes.”

An Ziyu gently ruffled her hair and whispered, “I’ll have someone bring them over.”

Relieved, Shen Mubai headed into the bathroom.

After some time had passed, there was a soft knock on the bathroom door, and the young male lead’s gentle voice came from outside.

Shen Mubai cautiously cracked open the door, her eyes misted from the steam.

Her shoulders were pale and delicate, causing An Ziyu’s eyes to darken slightly. Without a word, he handed her the bathrobe.

After muttering a quick thank you, Shen Mubai swiftly took it and shut the door.

When she emerged from the bathroom, An Ziyu was playing on his phone.

Seeing her come out, he smiled and said, “Luoluo, come here. I’ll dry your hair for you.”

Noticing the hairdryer on the bed, Shen Mubai couldn’t help but ask, “Where did you get that?”

Seeing her obediently sit down, An Ziyu’s eyes flashed with a hint of satisfaction.

He chuckled softly and replied, “I borrowed it from the landlady.”

Shen Mubai suddenly felt that her question had been a bit silly, so she decided not to say anything else.

An Ziyu adjusted the hairdryer to the right temperature and began to gently run his long fingers through her hair, slowly drying it.

For a moment, Shen Mubai felt a sense of déjà vu, as if she had gone back to the days when she was a cat.

Snapping out of her reverie, she heard An Ziyu softly ask, “What are you thinking about, Luoluo?”

Shen Mubai shook off the strange feeling and replied, “I was just wondering if I’ll have trouble sleeping tonight.”

An Ziyu chuckled quietly.

Before long, her hair was dry.

After returning the hairdryer, An Ziyu made sure to lock the door from the outside, as if he was afraid she might try to escape in her bathrobe.

Shen Mubai sighed in resignation, lazily sprawled out on the bed, and played on her phone for a bit.

The young male lead returned within a few minutes.

Shen Mubai watched him head into the bathroom, then yawned and couldn’t resist closing her eyes for a little while, feeling completely at ease.

She wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but she felt someone lying down next to her.

Groggily rubbing her eyes, she asked, “What time is it?”

A gentle voice answered, “It’s nine o’clock.”