Soon, the buzzing sound of the hair dryer echoed in the air.
Ji Wei sat there, letting the man dry her hair. Mo Qian's slender fingers ran through her soft locks, his expression gentle yet unusually serious.
It wasn't the first time Mo Qian had dried her hair, but Ji Wei's heart still fluttered uncontrollably, as if something was filling it to the brim.
When the hair dryer was turned off, the bedroom instantly fell silent.
Ji Wei instinctively stood up. As her gaze lifted, it collided straight into Mo Qian's deep and dark eyes.
Her heart inexplicably flustered, she hurriedly turned to pull the covers. "I... I'm going to sleep now."
The moment her words fell, her waist was suddenly gripped tightly. Looking down, she noticed the man's hand holding onto her firmly. As Mo Qian's arm wrapped around her waist, Ji Wei stiffened, and the corner of the blanket she had been clutching slipped from her fingers.
