Just as Gu Nian was wondering what he was going to do to her, Nan Jin Yu suddenly pinched her soft, slightly yellow hair.
A warm breeze brushed her scalp, and her hair was dried in Nan Jin Yu's hand.
"You..." Gu Nian's eyes widened in surprise.
"This way, you won't catch a cold." Nan Jin Yu casually rubbed her head and then let go.
Gu Nian felt quite envious.
Is this the legendary method of drying hair using Inner Strength?
"Didn't you say you had something to tell me?"
Nan Jin Yu's voice brought Gu Nian back to her senses.
"Yes, there's something." Gu Nian looked around, "Where are the two pieces of paper I was holding when I came over?"
"Are you talking about that?" Nan Jin Yu raised his chin slightly, looking toward the small table on the side.
"That's it!" Finally seeing her papers, Gu Nian hurried over to pick them up and take a look.
