It was not until the soft towel had rubbed her skin red, and she winced in pain, muttering a soft "ow", that he finally stopped.
His clothes were damp and still dripping with water, but he wrapped her tightly in a bathrobe.
As he reached out to sort out the messy hair he had dried, his gaze fell on her lips, his eyes suddenly cold, locked on her lips for a good while, then he gently touched her lips with his fingertips.
However, he quickly withdrew his fingertips, and without saying a word, grabbed her wrist and led her to the sink.
Before Xia Wan'an had time to react to what he was planning, he had already picked up a hairdryer, adjusted it to the appropriate speed, and began to blow her long hair meticulously.
