"Bo Yanching!"
Nan Jiaojiao's heart was in a panic.
"Mmm," Bo Yanching pressed further, "Don't move around, your hair might get caught soon, and it will be difficult to untangle."
Nan Jiaojiao turned around to glare at him, "You're not actually sick, are you?"
Bo Yanching slightly raised an eyebrow and turned her around by her shoulders, picking up the hairdryer to dry her hair.
Nan Jiaojiao didn't move at all, afraid that her hair would get caught in the hairdryer.
Once the hot air stopped, Nan Jiaojiao wanted to get up, but Bo Yanching held her tightly, even pulling her close to his chest, embracing her from behind. He buried his face in her hair and said muffledly:
"Jiaojiao, I'm really not doing well."
Nan Jiaojiao's eyelids trembled, she glanced sideways at him, only able to see the curve of his ear and his short hair.
His face occasionally brushed against her neck.
It wasn't an illusion; he did feel very hot.
