After a quick shower, she emerged to find Gu Zichen had already changed into a fresh set of pajamas and was lying in bed. Qiao Xiguan couldn't help grabbing the hairdryer as she looked at his still-damp hair, "Get up, let's dry your hair."
Gu Zichen sat up, and Qiao Xiguan knelt on the bed to blow-dry his hair, her body very close to his.
Gu Zichen's face was somewhat red, and so were his ears.
This intimacy gave him an awkward, out-of-place feeling.
Qiao Xiguan was very focused on drying and hadn't noticed anything. She kept marveling at the shortness of Gu Zichen's hair. It was only slightly longer than a crew cut, and although it seemed he hardly styled it, it still looked good. She had always thought his hair would be very stiff, but touching it, she found it unexpectedly soft and nice to the touch.
She finished drying his hair quickly, put the hairdryer back in the bathroom, and lay down next to Gu Zichen.
The room was now lit by a dim yellow light, silent and peaceful.
