Shangguan Xiu didn't want to force her anymore, so he stood up, reached out to touch her head, unraveling the towel on it, and said in a deep voice, "I'll dry your hair for you."
At this, An Xiaomian found no reason to refuse and so agreed.
The room remained very quiet after that. Shangguan Xiu didn't speak, and An Xiaomian also didn't know what to say. She could only quietly feel the intimidatingly domineering Shangguan Xiu tenderly and very gently drying the water from her hair with an unimaginable gentleness.
She wasn't sure how much time had passed when she almost fell asleep to the quiet atmosphere when suddenly she heard Shangguan Xiu speak in a deep voice, "Alright, come, I'll carry you to rest."
No sooner had he spoken than he picked her up before An Xiaomian could respond.
He carried her to the large bed and carefully placed her down.
