Villains Act Shamelessly: The Heiress was the Great National Master!-Chapter 222: Drying His Hair for Him

"..."

Thea Shaw was at a loss for words this time.

Landon Ford gave her a knowing smile: "If you’re willing..."

"I’m not willing!"

Landon regrettably said, "Then I’ll go shower by myself first."

He placed extra emphasis on the word "myself."

The bathroom was far from the living room; that’s the benefit of a wealthy person’s house—it’s big, and the soundproofing is excellent.

Thea couldn’t hear or see anything.

But it didn’t stop her mind from wandering, right?

Normally, in a budding romance, if the boyfriend is showering inside, can the girlfriend not get a little restless?

As the saying goes, if you don’t desire his body, you’re not normal!

Yet Thea’s boldness stopped at her imagination; mainly, without any sound to give her a hint, she didn’t even know if Landon was actually showering.

Landon didn’t dawdle; he came out in about twenty minutes, drying his hair.

At this moment, it was clear that Landon was an easygoing guy.

Even though he came out wearing black casual pants, his top half was bare.

His physique was more vividly perfect than what she had seen in videos; Thea understood what it meant to be perfect all over.

The eight-pack abs were seductively perfect, the figure taut yet robust—at least Thea’s first glance was drawn to those abs.

Landon was holding a hairdryer, his hair cascading down, covering much of his brow and eyes, giving him a deep, tousled allure, like a brooding prince from a fairytale. Just looking at him made Thea’s heart race, like wanting to give him everything beautiful in the world.

He walked over, handed the hairdryer to Thea, his voice tinged with a husky magnetism: "Help me dry my hair."

The pleasantness scattered more than half as Thea, slightly unwilling, asked, "How do you usually dry it yourself?"

Landon raised his eyes slightly, looking at her: "Isn’t it because you’re here now?"

Thea had no choice but to sit up, and Landon pointed to the balcony: "Dry it over there."

Thea moved to the balcony, drying his hair like a servant.

After dinner, it was already dusk. Now the skyline darkened, with a hint of remaining sunlight, and while Thea dried his hair, everything seemed peaceful and serene.

Except, in her heart, it wasn’t that serene.

She wondered, with Landon’s typical disregard for typical guy manners, if someone across the building might use binoculars to spy on him.

Of course, the people living here were wealthy, presumably with too much class for such crude behavior, right?

Landon suddenly tapped her knee. She paused and looked down at him: "What?"

Landon asked, "Can’t you hear me?"

Thea raised an eyebrow: "The hairdryer’s too loud; I didn’t hear you. What did you say just now?"

"I said..." Landon’s face bore an alluring smile: "Are you satisfied with what you see?"

"..." Thea thought Landon must have lost a bit of his mind: "I didn’t see anything."

"Oh?"

Landon raised an eyebrow, "Seems like you want to see more than just this. Once we’re done with the hair, I’ll let you look slowly in the room."

At that moment, Thea almost instinctively glanced around, fearing someone might hear such shameless words, and her image would be ruined.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Thea continued to dry his hair, the sound of the hairdryer masking the awkwardness in the air. Landon, however, noticed Thea’s slightly reddened earlobe for a fleeting moment.

Instantly, his mood was quite delightful.