"What's on your mind? Your cheeks are so red?" Pei Yicheng's gaze stayed on Xu Nianhua in the mirror. Her skin was naturally fair, and when she blushed, it was like rouge had been applied.
"Nothing."
Xu Nianhua quickly glanced at him, then lowered her eyes again.
"Are you getting impatient?" Pei Yicheng looked at her, half-smiling.
"What?" Xu Nianhua didn't respond immediately. When she processed it, her face flushed like a cooked shrimp. She turned away, forgetting that he was still blow-drying her hair, and his hand tugged on a lock, making her eyes well up with tears.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to." Pei Yicheng squatted down slightly, gently massaging her pained head.
Pei Yicheng kept apologizing, making Xu Nianhua feel embarrassed. She cleared her throat and said, "It's okay, you didn't mean to."
She pointed to a part that wasn't dry yet, "Yicheng, this part is still wet."
"Okay."
