EX-husband Groveling to Me novel Chapter 600

Chapter 600 Isn't it already broken?

The look on Jasmine's face when she ran out just now, Lincoln could tell right away that she was in fear.

He lowered his eyes and watched her put the bottles and jars in her hands on the table, pretending to lean towards his body without thinking as she did so, Lincoln hooked his lips in a rare smile.

He sat and watched, didn't say anything, just raised his hand and touched Jasmine's long, somewhat wet hair: "Washed your hair?"

Jasmine nodded, "Well, the hair should be styled tomorrow."

"Hmm."

He answered and then got up from the couch.

Jasmine saw him get up and, still in shock, subconsciously looked up at him, "You, where are you going?"

"Get a towel and wipe your hair."

Lincoln stroked her head, "Be back soon."

Jasmine was embarrassed, "Ohhh."

She withdrew her eyes and looked at the cream on her palm, her cheeks burning a little.

Had I known that she was not curious to hear that ghost story, so she just showered and saw the mirror and was afraid.

Jasmine repented, yet the story was already deep in her mind.

"Come here."

Jasmine came back to her senses when Lincoln approached.

She inclined her head to look at him, and Lincoln had an extra dry towel in his hand.

"Oh."

She answered and moved obediently toward Lincoln's side.

Jasmine remembered she still had cream in her palm and patted it on her face.

The room was so quiet inside that neither of them spoke. The two of them walked and ate outside for more than an hour in the evening, and now after a shower and such a quiet environment, Jasmine obviously felt sleepy.

The second time she dozed off, Lincoln stopped moving his hands and helped her ruffle her hair back: "Sleepy?"

Jasmine tilted her head to look at him and tried to say she wasn't sleepy, but just as she opened her mouth, she couldn't help but yawn.

She had to blush and nod, "Sleepy."

"Come here."

Lincoln let go of his hand, and the body he was sitting on suddenly turned sideways.

Jasmine, somewhat puzzled, looked at him where he was following and blinked.

"Lean on my shoulder."

He tapped his shoulder, indicating that she was facing him leaning on her shoulder, meaning that the two were sitting face to face, with her in his arms.

Jasmine's face, which had just turned red, was now even redder, so intimate that she was already blushing just thinking about it.

"Aren't you sleepy?"

When she didn't move, Lincoln opened his mouth and asked another question.

"I'll, I'll just go blow on the blower."

This also dries faster!

"The hairdryer seems to be broken."

"Ah, yes?"

Jasmine didn't notice this, but when Lincoln says it's broken, it's broken.

Her hair was long, and Lincoln had just wiped it down with a dry towel, and it was still wet.

Jasmine went to bed neither too early nor too late last night, and when the alarm clock went off she was still not satisfied and wanted to sleep more.

However, friendship finally won out over sleep, and two seconds after pressing off the alarm clock, Jasmine still got up from bed with sleepy eyes.

At 7:00 a. m., it was still dark outside.

Jasmine was in a state of not being awake, almost brushing her teeth with her eyes closed.

After washing her face, she was much more awake, looking at herself inside the mirror, and I don't know how she slept, her hair slept like a chicken's nest.

Jasmine raised her hand and scratched a few handfuls of hair, suddenly thinking that she seemed to have fallen asleep last night when Lincoln was helping her rub her hair ...

Thinking about it, Jasmine's face heated up with embarrassment.

Usually is obviously a small ability to stay up late, how last night on a few minutes can not stay up?

Whoops, shame on you again!

Looking at herself in the mirror, her hair was finally smoothed out, before Jasmine planned to go out and change her clothes.

Just before leaving, her eyes swept to the hair dryer placed aside, ghostly, Jasmine picked up the hair dryer, and casually pressed the switch.

The next second, Jasmine heard Lincoln's mouth had broken the hair dryer suddenly "whirring whirring".

Oh, no?

Is not the blow dryer already broken?

Jasmine, somewhat perplexed, plugged the hairdryer back in, not going to dwell on it.

Walking out of the bathroom, Jasmine suddenly had a flash of light, people were stunned for a moment -

Lincoln couldn't have lied to her that the hair dryer was broken in order to wipe her hair, could he?

No way no way?