He also brought out an outer garment for Yun Qingluo to wear.

Seeing Mo Beichen's displeased expression, Yun Qingluo didn't argue with him. She obediently put on her clothes, sat down at the table, and reached for the food box.

She muttered, "You always used to dry my hair for me. I've never done it myself. I'm used to it. My hair will dry on its own in a bit. Don't worry about it. Come and eat."

Upon hearing Yun Qingluo's words, Mo Beichen paused in his actions and remained silent.

He opened the food box, placed the food items on the table, picked up his chopsticks and tasted each item. Only after confirming that everything was alright did he put down his chopsticks.

"You eat first, I'll dry your hair." After saying that, he stood behind Yun Qingluo and gently dried her hair.

Looking at his practiced movements, he stiffened, realizing that he had indeed often dried her hair before.

Yun Qingluo didn't pick up her chopsticks, but instead asked Mo Beichen, "Do you think there's something wrong with him?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Beichen said softly, "There's no such thing as a free lunch. Didn't he say he needed our help with something?"

Yun Qingluo nodded, "Stop wiping, sit down and eat too, I'm not used to eating alone."

Upon hearing this, Mo Beichen's eyes deepened, and he sighed inwardly. Then, he simply used his internal energy to dry Yun Qingluo's hair.

Yun Qingluo felt a warm current running through her scalp and smiled comfortably, her eyes crinkling. "Hehe, Achen, you used to dry my hair with your internal energy quite often."

Upon hearing this, Mo Beichen remained silent.

Because he really didn't know what to say, this short time together made him feel like he and Yun Qingluo were already an old married couple.