Yun Qiluo reluctantly went to take a bath.
After she finished bathing, she came out slowly, wearing slippers and a bathrobe.
Yan Yan saw her hair was wet and she had only wrapped a dry hair cap, about to lie on the bed.
He couldn't help but walk over and pull her to sit on a chair.
"Forgot to dry your hair?"
Yun Qiluo was preoccupied with the conversation he said he wanted to have earlier, not paying attention to this at all.
She pouted and didn't make a sound.
Yan Yan knew she was still angry about what happened during the day, his phoenix eyes clouded with a touch of helplessness and tenderness.
He picked up the hairdryer to dry her hair personally.
Soon, the only sound left in the whole room was the faint buzzing of the hairdryer.
After her hair was completely dry, the young girl still pouted her rosy little mouth, looking displeased.
She stood up from the chair, noticing he had been silent for a long time.
