บท 961: The Two Three Blissful Things（7）

Qiao Anxia returned back to the bedroom, staring blankly at the wedding photo of her and Cheng Yang.

After about two minutes, he pushed the bedroom door open. When he caught sight of her wet hair, he frowned. "Why are you in a daze when you haven't dried your hair yet?"

Qiao Anxia was pulled back to reality. She hurriedly averted her gaze, turning to smile at Cheng Yang. She pointed to the photo. "I realized I look quite pretty."

"Hehe." Cheng Yang chuckled. He then brought her onto his lap and started to blow dry her hair. 

The whooshing of the blow dryer was a steady noise. 

Qiao Anxia could feel him caress her hair tenderly, warming her heart.