"What are you looking at?" When Sheng Yang came in, she found Yi Juncheng staring at the tablet.
"Nothing." Yi Juncheng quickly looked away and smiled. Then, he hugged her from behind and rested his chin on her shoulder.
The difference in their heights forced him to stoop down. It took a lot of effort, but he found it gratifying. "You just showered?"
His body tensed at her scent.
"Yeah." Sheng Yang handed him the towel. In fact, she used to do things on her own, but now that Fang Duo had taught her that love was her own business, she decided to give it a try.
Yi Juncheng coughed lightly, not used to Sheng Yang's change. After all, she was so independent, but he liked her like this. He liked her in all ways, and that was why he found it unbearable.
Sheng Yang took the opportunity to sit in a chair.
Yi Juncheng had already taken the towel and started drying her hair.
Her hair was damp, but still soft like smooth, silky threads.
