So, without thinking, he put down the remote control and got up, walking towards Ye Xinluo.
Before she could turn around after sensing someone approaching from behind, she saw a pair of slender hands picking up the hairdryer and taking away the comb from her hand.
Ye Xinluo was stunned, "You are..."
"Whirr whirr whirr..."
Before she could finish her sentence, the sound of the hairdryer started, and the next second, she felt a warmth on the top of her head.
Is he... drying her hair?
The thought in her head startled her so much that she momentarily forgot to react.
"Is it hot?" Beichen Rui's slightly hoarse voice came, making Ye Xinluo's heart tremble.
Instinctively, she shook her head and stood there, not daring to move.
Beichen Rui, standing behind her, simply put the comb aside, let his slender fingers run through her hair, and picked up a lock to blow dry slowly.
