Feng Yan didn't say a word. He supported himself with both hands on the bed and leaned back, deliberately forcing Yin Yin to kneel on the bed on one leg so that she could dry his hair.
Yin Yin had never understood Feng Yan. Ever since she had seen him when she was young, she had never been able to see through this feminine man.
You would never know what he was thinking. Sometimes, his smile seemed to be indifferent to everything.
However, there were also times when he would bite you without warning like a venomous snake.
Feng Yan closed his eyes slightly, his movements light and gentle. He usually dried nainai's hair at this pace at home.
However, nainai could dry her hair on her own now and did not need her help anymore.
He didn't say a word even after he dried Feng Yan's hair.
Yin Yin wasn't the type to keep asking, even though she was very anxious.
