He glanced at her moist lips and paused for a moment. However, he did not say it explicitly. He only said, "It's nothing. You'll know in the future."
Qiao Nian found him inexplicable. He only spoke halfway, and when she asked him, he was so mysterious that he refused to explain clearly.
She was not someone who liked to dwell on things. Ye Wangchuan had only said half of it, and she was too lazy to investigate the rest.
"Oh," she replied readily. "Then we'll talk about it later!"
Ye Wangchuan's eyes were deep. Seeing that the girl was defenseless, his smile deepened. He took the towel and straightened her shoulders. "Sit down. I'll dry your hair for you. It's easy to catch a cold with wet hair."
Qiao Nian had rarely been taken care of like this. She was also used to taking care of herself alone. Her shoulders stiffened, but she didn't move. "Mm."
He wiped the water droplets on her hair and said, "Remember to drink that glass of milk."
