An An looked at him like this, feeling even more puzzled, "What are you doing? Are you angry with me?"
"No, come on, put your pants on, don't catch a cold."
Lu Mingfei didn't look into her eyes, just helped her put on her pants.
Then he took out the hairdryer and walked to her back.
The sound of the hairdryer started up, warm and cozy, which made An An more puzzled, what's going on with Lu Mingfei?
He was drying her hair, carefully, parting the strands, and blowing them slowly.
Once the hair was dry, Lu Mingfei hadn't spoken a word to her.
"An An, are you hungry? I'll go downstairs and get you something to eat."
"I'm not hungry, I'm not eating, what are you doing? Why don't you dare look at me?"
Lu Mingfei sighed, somewhat helpless, "An An, be good, if you're not eating, then just go to sleep."
