Something happy?
Jiang Yao's eyebrows twitched, and she immediately put her hand back into her pocket. "No way."
Someone was acting as if he did not have anything important to do.
Lu Xingzhi chuckled but said nothing. First, he blew Jiang Yao's hair dry. She would catch a cold if he did not blow dry her hair quickly since the weather had turned cold.
Jiang Yao did not speak, and neither did Lu Xingzhi. For a brief moment, the only sound in the room was the hair dryer working.
Twenty minutes later, Lu Xingzhi put the hair dryer back, sat up straight, and kissed the back of Jiang Yao's head. "That's done."
Jiang Yao yawned as she climbed onto the bed. Her stomach had been getting more prominent recently, and her movements, which used to be as agile as a monkey's, were slow.
Lu Xingzhi put her hands behind Jiang Yao's back to protect her from falling onto the bed.