Aunt Gu said, "It's late at night, where are you going?"
"I'm going to have Jiang Ning dry my hair."
Feeling the warmth and coldness of human relationships from her mother, Xue Yuantong decided to seek out Jiang Ning for some fun.
"I can dry it for you," Aunt Gu said. "Jiang Ning should be sleeping."
"Mom, Jiang Ning does it comfortably." Dropping this line, Xue Yuantong left the house.
Aunt Gu watched her daughter's retreating figure, wanting to say something but said nothing, letting her go.
Jiang Ning was well aware of the situation on their side, having probed it with Divine Sense. When Xue Yuantong arrived, he plugged in the hairdryer.
Xue Yuantong curled up on her dedicated throne, languidly leaning back, her thick tresses cascading down.
Jiang Ning picked up a strand of hair, and instead of using the hairdryer's breeze, he opted to release a wind Spell, condensing the moisture in the air to gradually dry Xue Yuantong's hair.
