Qian Sisi was squatting down, engrossed in her study when, without a warning, someone pulled her up from the ground, "You don't even know to dry your hair; no wonder your stomach hurts!"
Clearly out of concern, but Bai Cheng'an's words were still far from gentle. Qian Sisi couldn't help but pout as she looked at Bai Cheng'an. The big towel that suddenly covered her little head didn't cause her any discomfort as he rubbed her vigorously.
The sensation was strange.
In the past, her parents used to help her dry her hair, and even Qian Chen, the devil-incarnate, often dried her hair for her.
But when Bai Cheng'an did it, Qian Sisi felt as if something was filling up inside her, causing her to lower her head, saying nothing, and obediently allowing Bai Cheng'an to rub and squeeze her hair this way and that.
