"Come here." Wen Yanqing called out to her.
"What are you shouting for?" Lin Gantang went over, her face flaming.
"Can't I? Then what should I call you, Little Litang?" Wen Yanqing smiled affectionately.
When the words 'Little Litang' came out of his mouth, it was filled with endless affection and joy. Lin Gantang instantly recalled his passionate murmurs when they were intimate.
She blushed as her heart pounded. She hurriedly shifted her gaze away, not daring to look into his loving eyes. She changed the subject. "Why are you calling me?"
"You didn't dry my hair."
"What?" When Lin Gantang had a look, and pulled the tissue from his hand angrily. "If you take a little longer to shout, it'll be dry by then."
Wen Yanqing narrowed his eyes slightly and felt the gentle touch of her fingertips as they ran through his hair.
When Lin Gantang was done drying and combing his hair for him, Wen Yanqing looked up at her.
