Chapter 65: Sugarcoated Storm


    Hans sat under the air conditioner with his wet hair, as if waiting for it to dry naturally.


    Jennifer suddenly felt bad for him. "There should be a brand new clean towel here somewhere. I''ll find


    it for you. You are going to catch a cold like this."


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    ording to Hans''s temper, he probably didn''t use Rose''s soap or towel when he showered.


    Afterbing through the bathroom, she finally found a pink towel with thebel still on and a


    hairdryer. Holding these two things, Jennifer suddenly felt a little warmth as she walked out of the


    bathroom.


    "Uhmm, it''s better for you to blow dry your hair. Come here, the socket is here."


    She stood next to Rose''s makeup cab, plugged in the hairdryer, tried the temperature on her palm,


    and shouted for Hans in a low voice. Her expression was a little unnatural.


    She had never had the chance to be so intimate with Hans and she wasn''t sure if he would agree. For


    a moment, she felt a little uneasy and expectant.


    Hans sat in front of the sofa in silence for a few seconds before he finally moved the chair over.


    His ck hair felt wet on her fingers. From her angle, she could see Hans''s hair whorl, his nose bridge,


    and his soaked shirt. After a button was ripped off, she could see his tanned chest was stained with


    fine water droplets, rising and falling with his breath.


    She blushed and quickly avoided her gaze.


    When she was doing his left side hair, she suddenly found two scratches on his neck. It looked fresh


    and there was a trace of blood. She froze and suddenly remembered she scratched on some skin at


    the bathroom door, as well as his gasp.


    "Are you going to burn me to death?" Hans suddenly spoke and she was so startled she almost


    dropped the hairdryer.


    In the few seconds that she was in a daze, she was blowing on the same spot. His hair felt hot to the


    touch.


    "Sorry, sorry..." She apologized in a hurry.


    "I didn''t do it on purpose..."


    Hans remained expressionless. He looked indifferent and said coldly, "Are you trying to kill me with a


    hairdryer on purpose? Surely you are not this dumb."


    She pursed her lips and was speechless for a moment.


    She just looked at the scratches on his neck in a daze and felt a little guilty.


    "Are you done blowing..." He raised his hand and touched his hair. He probably felt that it was dry


    enough so he stood up and unbuttoned his shirt.


    Jennifer''s face dropped. She instinctively nced at Rose, who was sleeping soundly on the bed. She


    looked flustered. "What... what are you doing?"


    Hans frowned, took off his wet shirt, and put it on the back of the chair. His tone was stiff.


    "What are you thinking? Dry it."


    Her face stiffened and she watched him turn around indifferently. He wrapped himself in a nket and


    returned to the sofa. He closed his eyes to rest, as if he didn''t want to talk to her at all.


    The sound of the hairdryer filled the entire apartment. Jennifer didn''t know if he had fallen asleep. She


    secretly looked at him, but she didn''t see him open his eyes.


    With his eyes closed, a rare sense of tiredness gradually engulfed him as the hairdryer blew in the


    background. It was the first time since he suffered insomnia. He was struggling to grasp hisst shred


    of consciousness but it floated away with the howling wind.


    In the distance, there was an innocent girl in school uniform with fringe and ponytails. Her smile was so


    bright and lively that he couldn''t forget about it.


    Suddenly, there was a chill on his neck. He opened his eyes reflexively and grabbed the wrist beside


    him. He was so forceful that Jennifer screamed in pain, and cold sweat oozed from her forehead.


    Hearing her voice, Hans suddenly loosened his grip, touched his neck, and questioned her coldly,


    "What are you doing?"


    The ointment in Jennifer''s hand fell to the ground, and there was still a trace of it left on her index


    finger. She took a deep breath to calm herself down and said pitifully, "Your neck... I wanted to clean it


    up. You were asleep, so I didn''t wake you..."


    Jennifer was about to cry and she looked very aggrieved.


    Hans put his hand on his neck and touched the disinfectant. It was sticky and disgusting. He took some


    tissue paper with disgust, wiped his hands clean, and yelled impatiently. "Can''t you wake me up?"


    Jennifer''s expression froze. She lowered her head and looked at the ointment on the carpet, breathing


    heavily.


    She just saw that he was sleeping soundly and did not have the heart to wake him up. She thought that


    if she was careful, she would not wake him up. Now not only did she wake him up, but she also hurt


    her wrist.


    "I''m sorry..."


    Her pitiful voice fell on his ears and he suddenly felt a little powerless. He lowered his head and picked


    up the ointment and handed it to her. "What''s the point of saying this after I''m awake? Just finish what


    you started."


    Jennifer was slightly stunned. She hesitated to take the ointment from his hand and found it


    unbelievable.


    She did not understand why Hans had such a sudden change. It started since the day she almost


    drowned. She guessed maybe her ident made him realize how important she was to him. However,


    he asked her to move back to the family house and he had been blowing hot and cold to her since


    then. His attitude left her anxious and confused.


    His sudden appearance tonight surprised her. Maybe no matter what, at least he really cared about her


    deep down.


    Only a fool would believe that it was a coincidence that he just happened to be at Rose''s ce.


    She spread the ointment evenly on his neck with her finger. The coldness provided Hans some relief.


    Hans was surprised but he did not show it.


    After a while, all he could feel was the warmth of her finger on his skin. There was a little numbness


    that gradually spread out. He couldn''t help but turn his head and nced at her cheek from the corner


    of his eye. She looked so pure and sweet. Her thick eyshes trembled slightly, her lips were tightly


    pursed, and she seemed a little nervous, even her breathing was very quiet.


    He turned around more without realizing and his warm breath brushed against her cheeks. She raised


    her head in shock and her eyes met his. At that moment, she was in a trance, as if she had seen a sky


    full of stars shining just for her.


    Her forehead rubbed against the tip of his nose, and the tip of her nose swept across his lips. These


    slight touches were enough to make her tremble, and her heart was in turmoil.


    Suddenly, a warmth collided with her lips and she felt like she was caught off guard and fell into a


    sweetened trap. She panicked and did not know what to do.


    However, he was at ease and knew her thoroughly.


    The back of her head was against the sofa, and her chest was close to his, rising and falling violently.


    His kiss was deep, unbridled, overbearing, and warm, crushing her little by little and putting her back


    together again, sweeping her in this gentle storm, making her world spin.


    She couldn''t believe it was real. She thought it was a dream, she even hoped it was a dream.


    Because even if she had to wake up from a dream, at least she would not feel the pain since it was


    never real. However, when reality turned into cruelty, there would only be emptiness left in her heart.