Su Luo frowned, subconsciously feeling that this could be nothing good. Was she going to be scolded before she had even had her meal?
The more she thought about it, the hungrier she became. Su Luo, who could easily eat three bowls of rice in one sitting, felt her stomach grumble with hunger.
Jiang Shu had just washed his hair, which was still dripping wet. Beads of water occasionally fell from the ends, reflecting a myriad of colors in the lamplight before dripping onto the ground, repeating the cycle.
He was already incredibly handsome, and his wet, loose hair only added to his allure.
Su Luo, with an empty stomach, found the sight headache-inducing.
She snatched a clean piece of cotton cloth from Jiang Yang's hand and thoroughly dried the man's hair.
The water droplets were all removed.
The sight was much more pleasant now, but her stomach only growled louder due to her efforts.
Mother urged, "Young Madam, please go!"
