Xiao Li felt a little uncomfortable. She had just moved when Zhuang Long reminded her. "Don't move." His voice was even hoarser than before. Xiao Li knew how fierce Zhuang Long was. She didn't want to have an overly intimate relationship with him yet, so she really became obedient and stopped moving.
Zhuang Long dried the water droplets on her head and found a hairdryer to dry her hair.
Zhuang Long was sitting on the bed, holding a hairdryer in his hand. Xiao Li was lying on the bed, her hands on Zhuang Long's lap, her chin resting on the back of her hand. This was the first time Zhuang Long had dried Xiao Li's hair. Xiao Li felt strange, and her heart was filled with sweetness.
When her hair was about to dry, Zhuang Long suggested, "Shall we not attend the ball tonight?"
"Yes?" Xiao Li was lazy, like a sleepy cat.