"Mu, just do me a favor! My hands are so tired!"
Mrs. Mu was whining!
Mu Yichen lounged on the sofa, leisurely looking at his phone, but upon hearing Mrs. Mu's call, he put his phone down and walked over without lifting his head.
Qin Mu felt like a refined husband was walking towards her.
Well! That's of course an illusion! Mu, refined? Hahaha!
Qin Mu pulled up a small stool and sat beside him, and Mu Yichen plugged in the hairdryer and began to blow her hair.
Once it was almost dry, Qin Mu wanted to stop, but Mu Yichen pressed down on her head: "Don't move! Just a little more!"
Someone with a cold shouldn't leave their hair wet, a few more minutes won't hurt.
Qin Mu sat on the small stool with her shoulders shrugged helplessly, continued to have her hair blown by an insistent Mu, and happened to glance up, realizing that he seemed so focused, unlike his usual self.
"Mu Yichen!"
Qin Mu couldn't help but call out to him.
