"Alright!"
Wen Ran obediently responded, standing before him in her loose sleepwear, letting him take the towel and gently wipe her hair for her.
"Go over there, I'll blow-dry your hair for you."
After he was done wiping, Mo Xiuchen led Wen Ran by the hand to the vanity, encouraging her to sit on the chair in front of it. He hung the towel up, grabbed the hairdryer, and began to dry her hair.
The warmth of the room, for a moment, made them both go silent, with only the sound of the hairdryer filling the air, bringing with it waves of heat.
Wen Ran sat in the chair, her eyes attentively watching the extraordinarily handsome man in the mirror. As she watched him, a smile of happiness unconsciously bloomed on her lips.
"Ranran, why are you smiling?"
A hint of deep mystery flashed in Mo Xiuchen's eyes, the sound of his voice holding a barely noticeable rasp.
