The longer Jefferson treated her like a queen, the more her heart fluttered. After a long soak in the bathtub, she sat at the vanity table, letting Jefferson dry her hair with a hairdryer. Although she wasn't used to having her hair dried by someone else, she was very grateful that Jefferson had taken the initiative to help her dry it.
Jefferson also smiled happily as he gazed at his beloved woman's blushing face, always so adorable in his eyes. He hadn't even imagined he would take the initiative to dry a woman's hair. His left hand continued to caress her beautiful locks, slowly imagining himself drying his beloved wife's hair.
"By the way, why did you suddenly want to dry my hair?" Carabella asked with an innocent face.
"Because I wanted to dry your hair." He lowered his head in shame. "Actually, this is the first time I've ever dried a woman's hair."
