"I'm fine."
Mo Qian responded indifferently. Seeing her hair still dripping wet, he frowned slightly and tugged her back toward the bathroom.
"Sit still."
Mo Qian brought over a chair and pressed her into it.
Ji Wei looked at him in surprise as he turned away and returned soon after, holding a hairdryer, standing behind her.
Turns out, he was going to help her dry her hair.
Ji Wei pursed her lips, a sweet smile creeping onto her face.
She sat obediently, letting his long fingers thread through her hair, feeling both comfortable and at ease.
In front of them was a mirror, fogged up from the steam of their earlier shower.
In the hazy reflection, their faint silhouettes were like a watercolor painting. Even though their features were blurred, the image of the two of them together was strikingly harmonious.
A ripple spread in her heart, and the soft smile on Ji Wei's lips deepened.
