Yunxi took a shower.
He came out of the bathroom, his face like a jade crown, resembling the first ray of sunlight in the morning, clean and fresh.
He wore a pajama set with a pattern of smoky gray and white checkers, his hair half-dry, half-wet, as if he had only wiped it instead of blowing it dry.
Qiao Yi saw him, got up, put on slippers, and was about to head into the bathroom.
But Yunxi stopped her: "Wait for two more minutes before going in, it's too wet inside, and the floor needs a few more minutes to dry."
Qiao Yi worried about him catching a cold: "But it's cold, why didn't you dry your hair before coming out?"
Yunxi stared at her in a daze, then smiled with a bit of childlike innocence: "I heard that hairdryers emit radiation, so I don't want to use it."
"Huh?" Qiao Yi didn't understand: "The radiation from hairdryers is very small."
