Su Li sighed softly, walked over, picked up the hairdryer, and said, "I just finished my tasks, and you want me to attend to you, do you have the nerve?"
"Yeah."
Su Li rolled her eyes, turned on the hairdryer, adjusted the wind speed and heat, gently tousled his hair with her fingers, and gently shook the hairdryer with her other hand.
Neither of them had much to say, but Chengfeng half-closed his eyes, feeling her fingers brushing back and forth on top of his head like a feather teasing his heart, somewhat ticklish and somewhat unbearable.
Chengfeng grabbed her wrist abruptly, paused, and said, "Stop blowing."
His action startled Su Li, "It's still damp."
"Stop blowing." He repeated, his tone already somewhat harsher.
Su Li slowly withdrew her hand, silently placed the items aside, then turned and entered the bathroom.
