"Come here, Nenya. Help Mother hold her hair." Madam Hu waved at her.
Nenya responded and went forward to hug her hair. She subconsciously placed her palm down and held the thin cloth that was wrapped around her hair with the back of her hand to prevent her rough skin from scratching the thin cloth.
Madam Hu held Ye Muyu's shoulders and waist, letting her lie back. Her hair was straight and she placed it on the bed.
"Madam, please lie down for a while. Wait for this servant to wipe away the water droplets on your hair. Then, you can sit up."
Ye Muyu touched her hair. "Actually, you don't have to go through so much trouble. Just wipe it casually. It's fine as long as it doesn't drip."
Madam Hu heard her say this and did not agree. She quickly shook her head and said, "No, Madam. Your body is not good. If you suffer from the cold, I'm afraid you will have to take more medicine."
