Chapter 12 Dinner and Hair
We ate dinner together that night.
Surprisingly, Boss's taste matched mine exactly. Everything was what I liked.
He seemed to have a small appetite and mostly watched me eat.
As his live-in assistant, I was staying the night.
Just one night.
"Xu Ning, help me dry my hair."
Boss came out of the bathroom in a half-wet white shirt. His muscles showed faintly as he dried his hair and walked over.
The top buttons were undone, revealing a stretch of pale collarbone.
I swallowed.
Boss did everything with such care. Why come out dressed like that after a shower?
I took the hair dryer he handed me, hesitating.
"Is this not a bit inappropriate?"
Drying his hair felt like playing with a tiger's tail.
It also felt too intimate.
Boss told me to relax with a serious face.
"My personal assistants always help me like this."
He blinked quickly and leaned his head toward me.
This was going to cost me years off my life.
"Boss, you do not have to do that. I can come closer."
I took the hair dryer and started drying his hair.
His hair quality was better than mine, as expected from someone who lived so carefully.
I stared down while working and accidentally saw the eight-pack abs under his open shirt.
I shut my eyes at once. This was not something I was supposed to see.
"Xu Ning."
He said my name heavily, yet it sounded pleasant.
"Huh? What is it?"
My hands fumbled.
"It is a bit hot."
I realized I had aimed at one spot too long and moved the dryer.
I checked his expression nervously. He actually looked... comfortable?
Maybe he really liked having his hair dried.
After finishing, I stayed tense all over.
Afraid he would suddenly remember the hot spot and scold me, I put the dryer away and slipped out awkwardly.