CHAPTER 356: CHAPTER 356: CAN YOU MAKE SOMETHING SPECIAL JUST BY BLOW-DRYING YOUR HAIR?

"Tell your friend to get lost, I’m going to save the girl."

"Everyone move aside, this is my girlfriend, just enjoying the view by the canal!"

Kiki Jennings looked at the boring comments and ordered a cup of milk tea.

At that moment, her phone rang crazily, it was her father calling.

Kiki didn’t take it seriously, she turned the volume down to the lowest setting. Dad hit her so hard and used vicious words to scold her; this time she must teach him a lesson.

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Ivana Monroe lay in the hospital, unaware of any trouble.

She was holding her phone, scrolling through Weibo, when suddenly someone tagged her: "A girl is going to commit suicide because of you. Ivana Monroe, what heartless thing have you done? Doesn’t your conscience bother you?"

Ivana was utterly baffled.

She clicked on the Weibo of "A Thought of Hell," finding that this person had retweeted a post from "Kylie," which boldly said, "Ivana Monroe, if I die, you’ll be satisfied."

"Who is ’Kylie’?"

Ivana’s mind conjured up the image of "Kiki Jennings."

Could it be "Kiki Jennings"?

Ivana suddenly noticed below the "A Thought of Hell" Weibo, her familiar fans were defending her.

Seven-Second Memory: "My Queen has done nothing heartless. You accuse her on the basis of a single Weibo post by someone called ’Kylie.’ What’s your true motive?"

Ugly Duckling: "It’s just because our Queen is too popular! Green with envy! Our Queen’s GK fashion sales are booming, and now she’s been invited by Sean Vaughn to star in an MV. Some shady folks just can’t stand our Queen’s success and stir trouble from time to time."

Spring Blooms: "Defamation carries legal consequences. Screenshots have been saved. ’A Thought of Hell,’ just you wait."

The moment Spring Blooms posted this, within three seconds, "A Thought of Hell" deleted the Weibo post, and three seconds later, their account was deactivated.

This response?

Were they scared?

Ivana laughed a little, feeling a warm current in her heart for the lovely fans who stood up for her. She went back to her own Weibo and posted a candid snapshot of the sun with a caption: "Sunshine, warm."

Several fans immediately returned to Ivana’s Weibo.

Seeing Ivana’s update made them incredibly excited.

Ugly Duckling: "Wow! Her Majesty the Queen is online, warm... so warm... ah! ah! ah!"

Seven-Second Memory: "Your Majesty, I’ve been waiting for you for a long time, good night. It’s not early anymore! If Your Majesty wishes to retire, I wish to serve you." Blushing, shy emoji.

Spring Blooms: "Seven-Second, step aside, today the Queen flipped my card, hehe..."

Warmth Illuminates Hearts: "Your Majesty, I’m a newbie fan, can you flip my card tonight?"

"..."

Ivana looked at her Weibo, caught in a wave of competition to serve her at bedtime, kicked off by Seven-Second Memory.

Across the screen, Ivana’s face started to heat up.

Leon Keane emerged from the bathroom, freshly showered, hair damp, a few droplets trickling from his dark bangs, brimming with masculinity, and saw Ivana staring at her phone with a flushed face.

He furrowed his brows and silently approached Ivana. As soon as his gaze landed on her phone screen, Ivana noticed him.

She put the phone down and turned: "You..."

Before she could finish her sentence, she froze, her heart pounding wildly.

Leon was too close to her, and when she turned her head, her lips brushed his cheek, touching his soft lips.

More troublesome was... his nose was high, and her delicate nose was pressed against the side of his nose, unable to pass over, so they were cheek-to-cheek, lip-to-lip.

Leon’s dark eyes flashed, deepening the kiss without restraint.

Ivana: "..."

Only when she was breathless did Leon reluctantly release her lips, noticing they were slightly swollen from his kiss. His gaze darkened, and his lower abdomen tightened.

Really wanted to pin her down and spoil her properly.

Ivana gasped for air, noticing Leon’s eyes were off. Her cheeks turned as red as a ripe tomato, and she said, breathless, "I’m a bit thirsty, can you get me some water?"

Leon’s thin lips curved slightly as he whispered provocatively in her ear, "After such a long time, still not enough? I guess I’ll just have to feed you again."

"You’re filthy."

He really leaned in again, and Ivana stretched out her hand to push him away; another kiss would surely be courting disaster.

"It’s not called filthy with one’s wife; it’s called affectionate."

Leon corrected her with a smile.

Ivana was speechless, unable to argue with Leon. She pressed her hands against his chest, clearly feeling his entire body was warm. Having just showered, there was a pleasant scent of body wash lingering on him, making her heart thump wildly.

"No, don’t do this."

Ivana’s refusal only further stimulated Leon’s desire to possess her.

"Honey, I promise I’ll be very careful."

Leon grasped her small hand, enclosing it in his palm, with sparks of fire in his dark eyes.

"No."

Without thinking, Ivana refused. This was a hospital, and she refused to fool around with Leon here; it was too uncivilized.

"Honey."

Leon’s tone was elongated, full of temptation.

Ivana’s foot was injured, so he couldn’t forcibly do such things, lest she get hurt. But this kind of thing! It’s really hard to endure, especially since he had been holding back for several days, feeling like he was about to explode.

"Leon, if you do this again, I’ll press the call button."

Ivana’s attitude was resolute.

Leon furrowed his brows, releasing Ivana: "So heartless."

He left a sentence and ran back into the bathroom.

A moment later, the sound of the shower could be heard from the bathroom.

Ivana clutched her pounding heart, recalling what Leon had said when he entered the bathroom, which seemed so aggrieved. She couldn’t help but chuckle.

The hospital room was heated. Approaching winter, it didn’t feel cold.

But the bathroom...

Ivana suddenly became a bit worried. Showering in cold water like that, would he catch a cold tomorrow?

Leon stayed in the bathroom for a full half an hour.

Ivana was almost anxious, and only then did he leisurely come out. This time, he wasn’t wearing a bathrobe, just wrapped a white towel around his waist. His hair dripped with water, and the droplets on his body weren’t wiped dry, his extraordinarily handsome face a feast for the eyes.

Ivana blushed again. What was he doing? Coming out like this on purpose, trying to seduce her?

"Does hubby look good?" Leon asked deliberately.

"Hmm."

Ivana lowered her head, hearing Leon’s soft laughter.

A moment later, Leon took a hairdryer from the drawer, standing next to the TV, extending his well-defined arm muscles, drying his hair. First his chest faced Ivana, then his shoulder, then his back.

Ivana’s head was heating up. Just blow-drying your hair, you can make a spectacle out of it?