Mo Shiqian watched as she nodded in agreement before he turned on the hairdryer and began to blow-dry her hair.
After a while, seemingly finding it tiring to sit still, she shifted her legs and changed her position, resting her head on the armrest and letting the warm air from the dryer brush over her scalp.
It had been years since anyone had dried her hair. Chi Huan closed her eyes and savored the sensation, feeling drowsy and indescribably sleepy.
She was already quite tired and sleepy, having dozed off intermittently on the plane, but her sleep was restless due to uncomfortable positions and occasional startling awakenings. After the quarrel that had upset her earlier, followed by a bath and the warm air from the dryer, she felt utterly languid.
When Mo Shiqian felt the strands of her hair with his fingers and was sure that no dampness was left, he turned off the dryer, and silence swiftly fell upon the room. Her breathing became noticeable, shallow and even.
