Blowing hair to girls you like is a pleasure.

When Su Huaizhu spread her long hair wrapped in a towel, her wet black hair spread out along the back of the chair, like a delicate and smooth exercise, Jiang Miao's eyes could not be removed.

After plugging the hair dryer in, Jiang Miao held the hair dryer in his right hand and pointed it at the senior sister's long hair disguised, and gently inserted it into it with his left hand, deepening the wet and touching.

Su Huaizhu's hair is relatively long and when it hangs naturally, it can probably reach the middle of the back, about one slap from the waist.

Jiang Miao sat by the bed, combing his palm from the root to the end of the hair. When his arms were stretched out, he could combed his senior sister's long hair intact.

Feeling the wet and slippery touch gradually became numb, and soft hair kissed his fingers, Jiang Miao served his senior sister very seriously.

Su Huaizhu closed her eyes and silently enjoyed her junior's hair massage. Every teased hair conveyed subtle feelings along the ends of her hair.

It's really a pleasant thing to not have to blow your hair yourself.

Especially for girls with long hair, the pain has just begun after washing their hair.

But if someone you like is willing to blow your hair for yourself, then this pain will naturally turn into sweet happiness.

Su Huaizhu vaguely remembers that when he was a child, he had long hair like his mother, but he didn't like to blow his hair by himself. Every time he saw his father blowing his mother's hair, he was envious.

So after washing his hair, he ran away from his dad to ask him to blow his hair.

Mom laughed from the side and said whether she would come and blow it. Su Huaizhu turned around and said that it would be hard to say that she would come.

"Senior sister, it's blown dry."

The buzzing wind stopped, and the room suddenly became quiet and empty, as if she was alone.

Um...

Su Huaizhou opened her eyes, and her thoughts were pulled back to reality again. She turned her head impatiently. Seeing her junior sitting by the bed, her heart suddenly became stable.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Miao touched his face, "Is there something?"

"Yeah, there's something."

Su Huaizhou got up from the chair and stepped onto Jiang Miao. He leaned over and touched his junior's face with his lips, "I'll eat it for you, it's gone now."

The newly-dried hair was softly dissipated, brushing across Jiang Miao's face, Jiang Miao's neck and chest, and there was still a faint heat.

After hearing what the senior sister said, the blood in Jiang Miao's heart accelerated for a moment, and he couldn't help but help the senior sister eat the things on her face.

Then eat in your mouth.

It was not until Su Huaizhu was weak and pushed him away softly, got up and hid aside that the two ended their snacks.

At this time, Su Huaizhu's yukata was already a little messy, the collar on her chest was scattered, revealing a touch of whiteness, and the collarbones on both sides were half hidden and half exposed, making her look more charming.

Only two conspicuous blue straps hung tightly on the senior sister's snow-white neck, crossed down on her chest, and disappeared into the shadow of the sinister canyon.

"How much have you written today?" Su Huaixiang put his hands on the belt of the yukata around her waist. After the rosy cheeks faded away, Taohua asked with a smile in her eyes.

"It's 6,000 words." Jiang Miao raised his chin and said this number that most authors had to look up to.

"Oh, that's it." Su Huaixiang rolled her eyes and gently untied her yukata, but she didn't fully untie it. She hugged her hands in front of her, nodded her mouth towards the chair, and signaled Jiang Miao to sit back, "You sit first."

Jiang Miao immediately sat on the chair and waited for the senior sister to get the materials for him.

But Su Huaizhou just walked around behind him, poked out a hand, held the mouse, and opened the typing software again.

"I'll give you a chance now." Su Huaixiang looked at the time. It was already eight o'clock in the evening, so she bit her lip and whispered in Jiang Miao's ear, "I still have three sets of swimsuits. If you write 3,000 more words before the morning, I'll change one more."

"Really?!" Jiang Miao was excited and looked forward inexplicably.

If you change one set of 3,000 words, and the remaining three sets will cost 9,000 words.

There are four hours in total, and every hour requires 2250 words.

"Of course it's true." Su Huaizhou smiled sly, "Anyway, the remaining three sets are still possible except for the most problematic ones, but the remaining two sets can still be worn."

Judging from her observations over the past few months, Jiang Miao has a maximum of 2,000 words in an hour, and he has to fish for a while before he can recover after every overload.

Want to write 9,000 words in four hours?

Impossible.

Su Huaizhu smiled badly on Jiang Miao's back, and his small abacus was fine.

Jiang Miao has already written 6,000 words today. If he writes another 9,000 words, it would be a total of 15,000 words.

It's impossible to think about it no matter how you think about it.

When it was first launched, it was tens of thousands of words every day, and he only had more than 12,000 words a day.

That's the word count all day.

Today, Jiang Miao started writing after dinner.

Su Huaizhu was very much thinking about how to squeeze employees but refused to pay more wages. She was almost certain to get the result.

"Senior sister, it's not too late, then I'll start."

Su Huaizhu, who was standing behind Jiang Miao, could not see it. At this moment, Jiang Miao's eyes were already burning.

Opening the outline software, Jiang Miao found out the Xiamen Tourism Outline that he had prepared before, placed it next to the typing interface, touched the keyboard with great devout hands, took a deep breath, and let himself enter the state.

Then, Su Huaizhu saw a completely different peach sauce.

The back is straight and the fingers are slender. Just a back gives people an impression of being extremely focused.

Those hands that are very suitable for playing the piano are flying and bouncing on the keyboard, typing out characters, and turning them into plots.

In just a short moment, Jiang Miao jumped from his lazy look to the atmosphere of seriousness.

Su Huaizhu almost thought he had read the wrong person.

"You, you can't write the number of words for the repertoire..." Su Huaixiang reminded in a low voice.

"Um."

Jiang Miao didn't say much, but just responded lightly, and continued to immerse himself in typing without wasting a minute or a second.

This really scared Su Huaizhu.

After looking at the time, Jiang Miao had already written six or seven hundred words just at 8:15.

This is too fast, right?!

Su Huaizhu couldn't believe his eyes.

This peach sauce must be fake, right? When did it get dropped?

Hurry back the peach Jiang, who is only lazy, to her!

Jiang Miao naturally couldn't hear the senior sister's voice. The four sets of swimsuits had blinded his heart and turned into infinite motivation for typing.

Su Huaizhou moved a chair and sat next to Jiang Miao, staring at the number of words in the typing software with nervous eyes.

1000 words, 25 minutes.

2000 words, 47 minutes.

3000 words, 1 hour 05 minutes.

hiss……

Su Huaizhu's brain was a little out of order, and then he heard Jiang Miao say simply, "It's 3,000, the second set of get."

And at this moment, it was just over nine o'clock...

There are still three hours before the early morning!

Wouldn't this be able to write more than 10,000 words?!

Is 9000 words too conservative?

Su Huaizhou clenched the hem of the yukata clothes, feeling nervous.

"Senior brother, why don't you take a break?" Su Huaixiang whispered, "It's not good for your wrists to be so fast."

"It's okay, it's rare to be like this." Jiang Miao responded, and his hands didn't stop.

Su Huaizhu looked at Jiang Miao with his mouth open, as if he had never seen such peach sauce before.

4000 words, 1 hour and 30 minutes.

5000 words, 2 hours and 07 minutes.

Huh?

Su Huaizhou kept staring at Jiang Miao's typing, and gradually realized that his speed had slowed down.

It used to be 3,000 words in just one hour, but now it only has 2,000 words in an hour!

Peach Jiang has already shown fatigue and hope!

If you just change two more swimsuits, you can still wear that set of ordinary swimsuits and silly water.

As long as the last set of dotted swimsuits can escape!

Sure enough, under Su Huaizhou's hopeful eyes, Jiang Miao's typing speed gradually slowed down.

By the time I finished 6,000 words, it was already 10:40 pm.
To be continued...