Betsy Russell's eyes showed a hint of embarrassment as she said, "I didn't have much to eat last night."
She had spent the previous night just listening to others praise Jared Hughes!
Of course, she would never tell Jared about this.
"The porridge will be ready in five minutes. I'll dry your hair first."
"Alright."
Betsy's head still hurt a bit. She turned to face Jared and rested her head on his shoulder, allowing him to blow-dry her hair.
Not knowing where to place her hands, she wrapped them around his neck and unintentionally touched his short hair.
His hair was a bit hard and ticklish, which felt quite nice to touch.
Jared was focusing on drying Betsy's hair, not noticing her small movements.
Emboldened, Betsy began exploring his hair more boldly.
It seemed that Jared had not noticed yet.
Suddenly feeling mischievous, Betsy continued touching Jared's short hair, letting it tickle her palm.
After a while, the sound of the hairdryer stopped.
