Qu Fulan and Pei Ji'an returned to the inn. It wasn't even dark yet, but after a whole day of tea harvesting, she was quite tired. She took a comfortable hot bath and, without bothering to dry her hair, started to lie down.
Pei Ji'an pulled her up, "Why are you lying down when your hair isn't dry?"
Qu Fulan didn't care, "It'll dry by itself anyway, and it's not winter right now."
If she were at home, naturally, the maid would dry her hair for her.
People, ah, find it easier to transition to luxury than to frugality; being accustomed to a life of being served, she's almost turned into a pampered waste.
Pei Ji'an, however, picked up a towel and carefully started to dry her hair.
Qu Fulan was very surprised and very embarrassed, "No need, just let it dry by itself."
How dare she let the Young Master serve her?
"Just stay put and don't move." He just said this and continued with his task.
