Chapter 124: Am I Really That Terrifying?

After a long moment, her soft, long hair was nearly dry, flowing smoothly down her back.

Shen Hanzhi turned off the hairdryer and looked at her silky tresses, a faint smile tugging at his thin lips.

Such a seemingly mundane and troublesome task suddenly seemed somewhat interesting.

Hearing the hairdryer stop, Lin Nanxun finally put down the little Santa Claus doll in her hands and softly asked the aunt behind her.

“Aunt Xu, can you stay with me today?”

But after she spoke, Aunt Xu gave no reply.

The bedroom fell into complete silence.

Puzzled, as she was about to turn around to look behind her, the man’s calm, steady voice suddenly sounded from above her head.

“Aunt Xu has something to attend to and cannot stay tonight.”

He had already instructed the other servants not to have Aunt Xu remain this evening.

Startled, Lin Nanxun froze. That voice… was the bad guy?

She turned her head in surprise, looking toward the source of the voice above her. Sure enough, the person behind her wasn’t Aunt Xu—it was the bad guy…

Startled by the man suddenly appearing behind her, she shrank back slightly.

When did he arrive?

In her shock, Lin Nanxun caught sight of the hairdryer in his hand, her small face registering even greater surprise.

So… it was the bad guy who helped dry her hair just now?

Seeing the change in her expression, Shen Hanzhi frowned slightly and asked with a hint of displeasure.

“Am I really that scary?”

Lin Nanxun seriously nodded, then gently shook her head.

Though the bad guy sometimes seemed frightening, every time she was close to him, her heart never felt afraid.

Seeing her finally shake her head, Shen Hanzhi’s expression softened a bit.

He lifted his hand and placed the hairdryer on the nearby table, then noticed a bottle of ointment sitting there—presumably brought by Aunt Xu.

He picked up the ointment and glanced down.

It was a medicine for treating external injuries. Frowning, he suddenly remembered something, then took the ointment and walked over to the small two-seater sofa in the room, sitting down.

“Come here,” he said, pressing his lips together. His deep voice held an undeniable authority.

Lin Nanxun hesitated for two seconds but finally put down what she was holding and walked over.

When she reached the sofa, Shen Hanzhi glanced at the seat beside him and then said, pursing his lips,

“Sit down.”

She looked at him, then quietly sat down on the sofa.

No sooner had she sat than Shen Hanzhi leaned forward, suddenly reaching out to grasp her slim, fair ankle clad in slippers resting beside the sofa. He lifted her legs and placed them across his lap, clad in dress pants.

Lin Nanxun gasped, her face full of surprise.

“Bad guy…”

“Behave,” Shen Hanzhi shot her a glance, then lifted her nightgown above her knees, revealing her smooth, fair calves.

Lin Nanxun froze, obediently settling down, letting her legs rest on his. She only looked at him with wide, beautiful eyes.

Despite being treated this way by a man, her heart held not a trace of fear.

Shen Hanzhi’s gaze landed on the large bruise on her knee, and the expression on his handsome face instantly grew cold and severe.