Hearing Bai Yaoyao's chirpy voice, Duan Yanhao turned around, his cold expression turning warm. He watched Bai Yaoyao without saying a word.
Bai Yaoyao's heart skipped a beat. She touched her cheeks and asked, "Why are you staring at me? Is there something on my face?"
Duan Yanhao reached out his hand and touched the stray strands of hair on Bai Yaoyao's forehead. "You got your hair wet when you were washing your face. Go wipe it dry. You'll catch a cold if the wind blows."
Bai Yaoyao reached out and touched her hair, her hand coincidentally touching Duan Yanhao's. A burst of electricity surged through her, making her heart shudder. She hurriedly turned around and ran away. "I'll go wipe my hair."
When she returned to the room where she rested, she wiped her hair with the towel, trying to calm herself down. She didn't know why, but she felt rather awkward just now.
