"All right, remember, I'll always be behind you. All you have to do is turn around, and you'll see me." His deep voice, magnetic yet supremely tender, assured her.
"Hmm." Ling Xi just gave a slight nod, then fell silent again.
Time seemed to have stopped at this moment. Apart from the gentle rustling sound of Sheng Jingyi wiping Ling Xi's hair, there was no other; it was an awkwardly quiet scene, yet the room was filled with warmth and happiness.
...
Sheng Jingyi had once said that hair dryers were bad for the hair, so every time he was with Ling Xi, he would carefully dry her hair until it was no longer damp, and Ling Xi, without realizing it, gradually got used to it...naturally.
After he finished drying her hair, Sheng Jingyi placed the towel on the bedside table, scooped her up with his large hand, and in an instant, Ling Xi tumbled into his embrace; leaning back against the headboard, he toyed with Ling Xi's slender hand in his.
