His eyes flew open at her action as he curiously gave her a sideway glance while she continued to pat his hair dry with soft strokes starting from the top and continuing to the tip of his hair.
"Mhmm," he hummed enjoying her handy work on his hair as he closed his eyes again.
"You didn't have to be so harsh on her, I don't mind such childish remarks."
"I did it more for her, she needs to know hurtful words have consequences."
She stopped drying his hair and advanced to the dressing table in the corner. Xiran opened his eyes and began to observe her movements. Picking up the hairbrush she came back and climbed the bed. Sitting behind him she began to brush his hair, starting from the tips. The silvery strands seemed like silken threads in her hand as they fell on her lap, she untangled and straightened every one of them with utmost care. What she didn't know was a sweet smile creeping on Xiran's face.
