"What's wrong?"
Chu Liangxia asked, but she couldn't manage a smile.
"Make sure to dry your hair before going to sleep," Feng Ziheng gently advised.
"Okay."
Looking at him, Chu Liangxia absentmindedly nodded.
Feng Ziheng hesitated for a moment.
Then, he walked straight into the bedroom.
"You..."
Chu Liangxia, realizing late, called out.
Before she could finish her word, she saw Feng Ziheng, towel in hand, approach and, lifting his hand, covered her head with the towel.
A sense of embarrassment, coming from nowhere, made Chu Liangxia shyly lower her head.
Feng Ziheng's movements were gentle as he wiped her hair.
From the roots, bit by bit, down to the tips.
When he moved the towel away, his gaze landed on Chu Liangxia's slightly reddened earlobes.
Afterward, he turned and walked to the dressing table to take down the hairdryer hanging on one side.
"I can dry it myself,"
Chu Liangxia quickly said, her eyebrows unconsciously moving.
"Come here."