Zhong Lan was spacing out in front of the dressing table until she felt a wave of heat from behind and realized that Duan Rongjing had finished his bath.
She hurriedly turned around and met his intense gaze, her face blushed even further, somewhat at a loss. Seeing his hair still wet, she quickly said, "I'll get a dry cloth to help dry your hair."
Having said that, she left without noticing the hesitant expression on Marquis Weiyuan's face.
After a while, Zhong Lan returned with two dry cloths and said to Duan Rongjing, "Please sit down, Marquis."
"Mhm," Duan Rongjing responded and took a seat on a stool nearby as she advised.
Zhong Lan gently wiped his hair, her fingers inevitably touching his scalp, the atmosphere between them becoming slightly delicate.
Seeing things had come to this, she remembered Ye Qiu's words and boldly ventured, "How was it at the border, Marquis? Were you injured? Why did you suddenly come back?"
