The hair dryer whirred, drying off the damp roots of his hair.
Xu Qingyan had the typical look of a "young poplar," with a cool, pale complexion and more prominent veins on the back of his hands than most. Even without much grooming, he still looked better than others.
A small patch in the middle of his round-necked short-sleeve shirt had gotten wet, and he nonchalantly dried it off as well.
He put down the hair dryer and turned to ask.
"All done?"
The screen of his phone lit up, displaying eleven o'clock at night. The two of them had been in contact a lot recently, and even sharing a room in the middle of the night wasn't awkward.
The bright lights in the living room illuminated Pei Muchan's soft contours, giving her an aesthetic charm. Her cool eyes and voluptuous figure, along with her youthful body, exuded a vivid grace.
She put away her phone and looked up.
