Upstairs, in the bedroom.
Leng Zimo wrapped a towel around his waist and carried Luo Xiaoqian out of the bathroom as if cradling a baby, while drying her body with the towel.
Placing her on the bed, he pulled a thin blanket over her body, carefully dried her hair with the towel, and then walked into the bathroom to get the hairdryer.
As soon as he sat down on the bed, she unceremoniously moved her little head over to rest on his lap.
When she's with him, she always likes to lie like this, flipping through magazines, and letting him dry her hair.
But this time was different. While he was drying her hair, she just smiled and watched him.
He is always very focused when doing things, whether he is working, playing the piano, cooking, or kissing her.
"What are you looking at?"
Noticing her gaze, Leng Zimo paused his actions and asked with a smile.
"I like watching you when you're focused." She answered honestly.
"Do you know what I like to do?" he asked.
