Lu Yang sat in a chair and stared intently at the man blow-drying her hair in the mirror. He had an outstanding temperament, a high nose bridge, thin lips, and a hint of sheepishness in the corners of his eyes.
His fingers ran through her hair with his slender knuckles.
He played with her long hair with his fingers, and the scorching wind was blowing through it. This warmed up Lu Yang's head. Her concentration gradually waned as she stared at the two people in the mirror reflection, and she felt herself giving in tentatively.
Jiang Yanzhou turned the hairdryer switch upward with his thumb, and in the instant the noise of the blow dryer stopped, Lu Yang's thoughts returned.
Jiang Yanzhou held the hairdryer, resting his chin lightly on her shoulder, and met her gaze in the mirror. "You've been tired all night. Rest well and see you tomorrow morning."
Lu Yang yawned gently at the mention of being tired. "I'm busy in the morning. How about noon?"
