Gong Ruini walked into the bedroom drying her hair, and Zhao Xuran, who was sitting on the sofa by the window reading, saw his wife come out with wet hair again.
Zhao Xuran felt a bit helpless, and waved to Gong Ruini, "Come over, I'll help you dry your hair."
Ever since Ni Zi got pregnant, Zhao Xuran increasingly felt that his wife was becoming dependent.
Zhao Xuran really liked how Gong Ruini depended on him at this moment.
As a man, who wouldn't like to see his wife acting like a delicate bird?
Gong Ruini yawned and took the hairdryer over to the window side, then unceremoniously occupied the spot on the sofa.
Although Gong Ruini felt the hairdryer was somewhat damaging to her hair, the warm wind on her neck felt all kinds of comfortable.
Especially as Zhao Xuran's hands kept doing a massage-like motion on her head, Gong Ruini felt her eyelids grow heavy.
