Lu Xize narrowed his eyes and tossed the towel, which landed squarely in Chu Yao's hands.
Chu Yao caught the towel. Lu Xize had already walked over to her and was looking down at her, one eyebrow slightly raised.
Chu Yao had been sitting on the sofa, and Lu Xize, already taller than her, was now standing. She blinked, then hopped right onto the sofa. She draped the towel over Lu Xize's head, covering his face, and began to rub vigorously with both hands.
Her movements weren't particularly forceful, but they were completely haphazard, as if what was under the towel wasn't a person's head but a little puppy fresh from a bath.
Rubbing here and scrubbing there, Chu Yao was having the time of her life. Underneath the towel, a helpless smile touched Lu Xize's lips. He let her be.
After being "tortured" like this for three minutes, Chu Yao grew tired and stopped. "All done."
Lu Xize's hair was now even messier than before, resembling a poorly made bird's nest.
