Her hair was now dry to the touch, warm and soft.
Qiao Xi looked up, unable to control the irritation in her heart, "Shen Dang, you are really a bit annoying right now."
The intimate atmosphere seemed to pull them back to the past, making Qiao Xi feel quite dazed.
As soon as she spoke, both of them went quiet.
From the window of Qiao Xi's room, one could see a narrow river. Due to the visual difference, the lights on the river shone brilliantly, like stars scattered on the water's surface.
The glass window reflected the myriad lights outside while the interior shadowed their figures—one standing, one sitting.
This inexplicably created a clear sense of distance between them.
Shen Dang seemed to smile, "Alright then, I'll go out first. You finish drying your hair. Don't catch a cold."
Shen Dang turned and left Qiao Xi's room, his silhouette emanating a touch of loneliness.
After a few seconds, Qiao Xi turned the hairdryer back on.
