Qin Jiran really wanted to loudly tell Su Yanyi that he was a man too, couldn't she just pretend he didn't exist!
Even though Qin Jiran was having wild thoughts in his mind, his actions remained very gentle. However, the thought of going out to exercise in the morning made him somewhat dissatisfied with the remaining dampness of his hair.
"Use the hair dryer, the towel won't get it dry. If you go out and the cool breeze hits it, you'll feel uncomfortable." The weather outside was cold, and if his hair wasn't fully dry, he'd get a headache.
Su Yanyi didn't like using hair dryers, but she understood the reasoning and could only say, "You dry it for me."
"Okay." Where would Qin Jiran refuse? He found a hair dryer and started drying Su Yanyi's hair. Her strands were very smooth, black and shiny without any impurities. Now without the towel in the way, Qin Jiran could directly touch Su Yanyi's hair. The soft feeling was very nostalgic.
