Liang Zixuan blinked and said softly, "I'm not thinking about anything, I'm just a little distracted."
"Distracted while you dry your hair?" Han Yuanjun sighed deliberately and turned on the hair dryer again to dry Liang Zixuan's hair. "You're so muddle-headed. Sigh. What am I going to do with you?"
Han Yuanjun's hand was very soft and gentle. When his hand touched her hair, it felt very comfortable. It was like a man touching his beloved woman lovingly and tenderly. It was so gentle and careful.
Liang Zixuan's mood slowly improved. She slowly hugged Han Yuanjun's waist. Her wet hair rested on his chest and suddenly, she felt at ease.
Han Yuanjun looked at her with a gentle gaze. He didn't mind that her wet hair soaked his pajamas. He just gently touched her hair.
Neither of them spoke, but at this moment, the silence meant more than their voices.
