The corners of his mouth curved slightly, almost imperceptibly.
Xia Ye said, "It's so late, what brings you here?"
Lu Yinxing wandered around the room.
She couldn't possibly say she came for a goodnight kiss, could she?
Seeing Xia Ye's hair still wet, Lu Yinxing had a sudden idea and quickly said, "I came to blow-dry your hair."
Although she knew how flimsy her excuse was.
Lu Yinxing solemnly nodded, "That's right, I'm here to blow-dry your hair; if you don't dry it, you'll catch a cold."
Saying this, Lu Yinxing quickly went over and made Xia Ye sit down.
She then took the hairdryer and started to blow-dry Xia Ye's hair.
Xia Ye's hair wasn't long.
And it was very soft.
The way his wet hair sat on his head made him look slightly different than usual.
How was he different?
It was as if his usual cold aura had softened, and he looked like the boy next door.
Lu Yinxing's fingers wove through Xia Ye's hair.
