His fingertips touched her still damp hair, Huo Heng picked up the hairdryer lying beside, said lightly, "Giving you some time to think about how to come clean with me."
The noise from the hairdryer made everything around blur, Shen Zhiyi sat quietly, her hair gradually drying in his hands, he slowly ran his fingers through it as if he had endless patience.
She suddenly remembered her first impression of Pei Yu—it wasn't that night at Nanyuan.
The first time she saw Pei Yu was when she had just entered the circle, her agent took her to a party full of producers. She disliked such occasions and had stepped outside for some air, just in time to see Pei Yu coming out of the elevator surrounded by a group of people.
