"There's no need. I can do it myself."
Xia Wanyuan felt that Jun Shiling had been acting a little abnormally these few days.
Xia Wanyuan looked up, the water on her hair flowing down her shoulders.
Jun Shiling didn't speak and went to the bedroom to get the hairdryer.
Seeing this, Xia Wanyuan did not decline and moved her body slightly towards the bed. Since it was inconvenient for her to move, it did not matter who helped her.
Jun Shiling's actions were very gentle. Xia Wanyuan only felt a pair of hands gently brushing past her head. The warm wind blew against her ear, making her feel a little sleepy.
Time passed slowly, and Jun Shiling felt that the hair in his hand had slowly become smooth and soft. His large hand passed through his ink-black hair, letting it fly between them.
One or two strands of fragrant hair drifted along the wind to Jun Shiling's chin, tickling him. Jun Shiling's ink-black eyes were deep and unreadable.
