Chapter 127: It's Like Being His Mom

Wesley's contemplation was completely interrupted. He quickly let go of her hair, which had already dried. Then he grabbed a strand again. The hairdryer didn't make much noise. But for some reason, that sound of wind fell into his ears was so loud. Her hair fell on his fingertips and wrapped around them. He never knew that playing with her hair could be so interesting. "Wesley." He returned to his senses again, "Hmm?" "My back is getting burned now." Wesley: "..." His hair was already dry. But he hadn't satisfied yet. Sandra held the hairdryer and put it away. Then, she gave Wesley a look. "It's not good for a patient to lie." He felt a bit annoyed and walked away. Sandra was a little surprised. Was this man so petty? He gets angry by a few words? Sandra asked, "Where are you going? That's my bed." Wesley sat down on her bed. Then he laid down and covered himself with her blanket, where a cartoon fairy was on it. The blanket was too short for him. When he covered