Qiao Nian had been drinking with her head lowered and playing with her phone. Hearing this, she frowned uncomfortably and dodged. "I'll do it myself."
"You can't do the back of your head. It's easy to catch a cold if it's always wet."
Silence ensued.
Ye Wangchuan avoided her hand and smiled. "Just sit still. I'll blow it for you."
With his hand on her shoulder, Qiao Nian couldn't move for a moment. She could only stiffen her back and let him blow-dry her hair.
Ye Wangchuan did not turn on the wind very high at the beginning. The wind from the hairdryer was gentle and low. It was different from when she usually dried her hair.
Qiao Nian narrowed her eyes. She wanted to move, but she felt that it was difficult.
Usually, she would either blow her hair casually and wait for it to dry, or turn the wind speed to the maximum and quickly dry it.
It was rare for her to dry her hair so slowly.
