Chapter 113 The Temperature of His Chest

Finally, Zhao Youting managed to wash the dog clean. With a gloomy face, he wrapped the dog in a towel and asked, "What should we do next?"

Zhang Ziyuan secretly smiled at Zhao Youting's disheveled appearance. Then, looking perfectly serious, he said to Zhao Youting, "Just dry it."

Zhang Ziyuan taught Zhao Youting how to use the pet hair - dryer. Then, he was called out by a nurse for something. In the room, only Zhao Youting and Qin Qiao'er were left.

Zhao Youting silently dried the dog on one side. Qin Qiao'er kept stealing glances at him. Looking at his serious profile, for some reason, her heart started beating a bit faster.

She noticed that Zhao Youting's hair was wet from washing the dog and water was dripping down.

Qin Qiao'er walked up to Zhao Youting and said, "Let me dry your hair for you. You might catch a cold like this."

Zhao Youting didn't say a word. Silently, he handed the hair - dryer to Qin Qiao'er.

Qin Qiao'er took the hair - dryer and gently dried Zhao Youting's hair, stroke by stroke. Seeing his gloomy face, she thought he was unhappy because he had been splashed with so much water.

"Don't be angry. It didn't do it on purpose. It just wanted to play with you. Look how cute it is now that it's clean."

Zhao Youting was silent for a moment, then said, "I'm not angry because of the dog. I'm mad at you and Zhang Ziyuan hugging each other."

Qin Qiao'er panicked and quickly explained, "No, it's not what you think. He was just teaching me how to apply medicine to the dog. There's nothing between us."

Hearing Qin Qiao'er's hasty explanation, the slight annoyance in Zhao Youting's heart vanished. He couldn't help but smile softly and said, "Are you so eager to explain because you're afraid I'll misunderstand you?"

Qin Qiao'er was left speechless. She didn't know why she was so hasty.

She didn't answer Zhao Youting's question. She knew the more she said, the more mistakes she might make. She was afraid of falling into this man's trap.

While drying his hair, Qin Qiao'er thought that this man's hair was really soft, just like Qin Chenchen's.

Zhao Youting was sometimes like a child. Although he seemed so cold, he actually had a lot of little thoughts and would even get jealous sometimes. She even thought this side of Zhao Youting was a bit cute.

Feeling the hair in her hand gradually becoming dry and soft, Qin Qiao'er turned off the hair - dryer and tried to leave as if escaping. The atmosphere between them was a bit strange.

But just as she turned around, Zhao Youting grabbed her wrist. When she turned her head, she looked directly into Zhao Youting's eyes and was immediately drawn into his affectionate and clear gaze.

"The hair is dry, but my clothes are still wet. If I go out and catch a cold in the wind and then infect the two kids when I get home, that won't be good."

Qin Qiao'er knew that Zhao Youting was using this as an excuse to manipulate her. She was really worried about the two little ones at home. Looking at Zhao Youting's eyes, she couldn't even say no.

Zhao Youting handed the hair - dryer to Qin Qiao'er and obediently stood there waiting for her.

Qin Qiao'er sighed silently in her heart. Then she reached out and placed her hand on Zhao Youting's chest. While patting his shirt, she dried it with the hair - dryer.

She felt her fingertips brushing against the outline of Zhao Youting's muscles through the shirt. She could feel the heat from his body, which seemed to be melting her fingers.

She didn't know if it was the heat from the hair - dryer or the heat from Zhao Youting's body, but anyway, Qin Qiao'er's face gradually turned red.

Zhao Youting watched Qin Qiao'er's hands moving freely on his body. It seemed that he could just reach out and pull her into his arms.

He used all his self - control to convince himself not to do anything to Qin Qiao'er here. He was afraid of scaring her.

Just when he was almost out of control, suddenly two childish voices came from the door: "Mom, mom, when are we going home? We're a bit hungry."

Hearing the voices, Qin Qiao'er quickly distanced herself from Zhao Youting and said, "Okay, it's almost done."

Qin Qiao'er went outside to say goodbye to Zhang Ziyuan. They agreed to come here to help again if they had the chance.

Just as they were about to leave, Zhang Ziyuan called out to Qin Qiao'er and offered to drive them home.

At this time, Zhao Youting silently walked to Qin Qiao'er's side and said to Zhang Ziyuan, "No need. We don't need your ride. By the way, I seem to have forgotten to tell you that we're living together now. You don't have to worry about her from now on."

Hearing what Zhao Youting said about his fiancée, Zhang Ziyuan's expression suddenly became very disappointed. He looked up at Qin Qiao'er, hoping she could tell him it wasn't true.

But Qin Qiao'er said nothing. She pretended not to understand the emotions in his eyes. At this moment, silence seemed to be the best answer.

On the way home, Qin Qiao'er looked worried. She didn't want her friendship with Zhang Ziyuan to be affected. She hoped they could still be as close as before. She always regarded Zhang Ziyuan as a good friend.

While Qin Qiao'er was lost in thought, suddenly she heard Zhao Youting say, "Qin Qiao'er? Qin Qiao'er? If you ignore me any longer, I'll kiss you."

Qin Qiao'er snapped out of her thoughts. She glared at Zhao Youting angrily, as if to say that the kids were sitting in the back. How could he say such a thing?

Qin Wanwan in the back was booing, "Kiss! Kiss! We won't look. We're still kids." And she covered her eyes with her chubby little hands.

Zhao Youting came to the rescue in time and said, "Stop making trouble, Wanwan." Then he turned to Qin Qiao'er and asked, "What do you want to eat tonight? I'll take you guys out."

Watching the one big and two small ganging up on her, Qin Qiao'er sulked in her heart and said, "You three discuss it. I don't care what we eat."

Listening to Qin Chenchen and Qin Wanwan enthusiastically discussing what to eat in the back, Qin Qiao'er suddenly remembered something she had forgotten.