Chapter 62: It Must Be Because of the Lamb Stew Bread +1
He Fang relaxed in her chair, head tilted back, allowing Qin Guanglin to massage her head and blow-dry her hair, a gentle smile on her face.
"You’ll be my Blower Guard in front of the Emperor, specifically to dry my hair," she said with her eyes closed, her voice tinged with coyness.
"Do I get a salary?"
Qin Guanglin didn’t care much about the title of Blower Guard; he was more concerned with getting paid.
He Fang knew what he meant by salary. She thought for a while and decided to refuse him; otherwise, there wouldn’t be much reward left to give, "Being my Blower Guard is a great honor itself, and you’re still thinking about salary?"
"Well, I..."
Qin Guanglin uttered two words and suddenly paused. From this angle, he could see down her neckline. Without the sky-blue covering from last time, it was right in front of his eyes, causing him quite the shock.
"What are you?" He Fang asked, puzzled. Why had he even stopped moving his hands?
"Nothing, nothing," Qin Guanglin struggled to shift his gaze back to her silky hair. "What guard did you say?"
"Blower Guard in front of the Emperor, sounds mighty, doesn’t it?"
"Yeah, mighty, very mighty," he said, inadvertently glancing over again.