After about ten minutes, Mo Liuxi was back with the book. When he placed it in her hands, it was still warm from the air from the hairdryer.
He teased her cheekily, "It was quite damp. I had to blow dry it for a long time."
Yan Su did not know what to say.
Mo Liuxi rubbed her pink cheeks and said, "Alright, I'll leave you to study. I'll go make supper for you, my poor Susu baby."
"..."
Yan Su was at a loss of what to say after that cheesy line. "You just returned from another city. Aren't you tired? You don't have to make supper for me."
"I'm tired, but hungry too. You don't think all that plowing just now took up a lot of energy from me?" Mo Liuxi grinned naughtily.
Yan Su hit him with the book. "You're willing to be a cow, but I didn't say that I was okay with being the soil."
Mo Liuxi laughed and walked out of the room.
